Destination Zero

DESTIN DAY FIVE

Marty woke up, smelling something incredible.

He sat up and saw that nobody was in their beds. It wasn't possible that the zombies had made a delicious human roast of his friends...

Marty tried to sit up just as Mike walked in with a plate of hotdogs.

"Hey, easy there, man!" He set the plate down on a nearby pew and helped Marty sit up against the altar. "There ya go."

"How did you make hotdogs?" Marty asked, salivating at the sight of them.

"We found an old grill in the back and hotdogs in the refrigerator. Olivia and I figured we would light it up and cook some dogs for the crew!" He offered the plate to Marty. "All the buns are moldy unfortunately. But if you want the shits I can go fetch one for you."

Marty laughed. "I'm good." He took a hot dog and thanked him, biting into it. It was unbelievably good compared to the crap he had been eating this week... "This is amazing."

Mike sat next to him and took a hotdog for himself. "You're right. I should be a chef."

"You really should."

Mike nodded. "So any updates on the Nellie situation?" Marty nearly choked on his food. He started coughing uncontrollably as Mike patted his back. "Jeez, man, you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." He took several deep breaths.

"So does that mean something happened between the two of you?" Mike asked. "I asked her about you and she got all flustered. I think y'all did something last night." He smirked.

"No, we didn't do anything... much," Marty said, blushing.

Mike began howling with laughter. "I didn't know you were so awkward about it! So you slept together, right?"

"No, we just kissed! And this just feels different than it usually does. She's really funny, cool, smart, pretty, and..."

"So you're falling for her?" He clicked his tongue as he slowly shook his head. "You don't want that."

"Why not?"

"If you fall in love with her it just makes it that much harder if something happens to her."

"Well... Weren't you the one who told me to go for it?"

"Yeah, I meant sex, not love."

"I'm not interested in sex, Mike."

Mike looked at him blankly. "What are you, gay? Have you seen her?"

"Yes I have, she's extremely attractive, I just really want to do this right. What we have is good and I don't want to mess it up."

Mike chuckled. "You do you, man."

Olivia walked in and saw them sitting against the altar. "Good morning, Marty!"

He smiled at her. "Good morning, Olivia."

She craned her neck to look at his foot. "Looks like you need a new bandage. I'll get you hooked up." She walked into the room just outside and grabbed the first aid kit. She walked back and knelt by Marty's foot, slowly unwrapping it, revealing old blood and a still fresh, but scabbed over bullet wound. "It's been healing, thank God."

"Probably because of the quick response of a certain nurse in training," Marty suggested.

Olivia blushed as she cleaned the wound and began rewrapping it. "How does it feel, pain-wise?"

"Better than yesterday."

"Can you put it on a scale of 1-10?"

"No no no, I'm not doing that. My mom used to do that all the time and if my answer was too high then she wanted to take me to the hospital, too low and she completely dismissed it." Olivia stared at him blankly. He sighed. "I'd say probably a 7."