Destination Zero

DESTIN DAY FOUR

"Marty, Nellie, wake up!"

Marty jolted awake, pulling away from Nellie. He looked around, disoriented. "What?"

"Mike is gone! He left behind a note!" Olivia exclaimed, shoving a piece of paper in front of his face. He grabbed it and began reading it.

I couldn't bear the thought of being around the person who killed my brother. I had to leave. If I die, I die. Take care.

Marty's heart dropped. "He can't have gone far..."

"What if he got picked up by zombies, Marty! Mike's not equipped to be out there alone!" Olivia cried, face crinkled with worry. She seemed to still be grief-stricken about the loss of Lenny.

Marty had to do something.

"I'll go out and look for him," Marty said, standing up.

"Wait, no!" Nellie insisted, standing up next to him. "It's too dangerous! You don't even know where he is!"

"I'll find him." He checked to see that the pistol was still in his back pocket. He walked over to where he had dropped his machine gun and picked it up, throwing the strap around his shoulders. He looked over at the girls. "I'll be back." Nice Arnie impression, Marty. Except the part where you're a badass, which you're not.

Marty marched up the stairs. He took a couple deep breaths, preparing himself. What would Lenny do?

He burst through the door, gun up, finger on the trigger, searching around the house for zombies. What he stumbled on was far more heartbreaking.

Mike was kneeling by Lenny's corpse, staring at it. Marty lowered the gun and crept over, careful not to startle him. "Mike?" he whispered. Mike didn't move...

He walked around him to see him stone faced, face wet with tears.

"Mike...?" Marty muttered.

"The last thing he said to me was that he loved me... and I just brushed him off," Mike said, lip quivering.

Marty looked between Mike and Lenny's corpse. He knelt down on the other side of him and looked Mike in the eyes. "He knew you loved him."

"But did he?" Mike looked up at him. "I never said it..."

Marty bit his lip. "Say it now. Say goodbye."

Mike began breathing heavily. He stood up, walking towards the front door.

"Mike! Mike!" Marty hissed, following him.

Mike swung the door open, letting the fresh sunlight into the dark house. "Come on! Where are you, goddamn zombies!"

"Are you insane?!" Marty grabbed his arm. "What are you doing?"

"I'm going to kill me some zombies!" Mike exclaimed, pulling a pistol from his back waistband. "If you can, I can! You were right about what you said. I haven't seen action. I have been a douchebag. But not anymore!"

"Keep your voice down!" Marty scolded. "These creatures are nothing to mess around with! Did you see what they did to your brother? The military man?"

"I saw what you did!" Mike pushed Marty away with the tip of his gun. "Two bullets to the chest! I don't think zombies know how to shoot a gun!"

Marty clenched his teeth. "Can we discuss this in our bunker!"

"My bunker!" Mike corrected. "Mine and Lenny's and our family's! Why don't you take your little girlfriend and go screw off!"

Now pissed off, Marty punched Mike in the face. Mike pistol whipped Marty in the head, knocking him to the ground, his world spinning.

A swarm of zombies appeared around the corner and started running at them.