The freaking zombie apocalypse. (Boyxboy)

12.

I am now staring at Kenny whose eyes are filled with tears.

Yes, he's actually crying... from laughter that is.

I bet that at this point it is very obvious that clumsiness is one of my traits that often get me in awkward, and sometime dangerous, situations. And this is one of them. And they are a lot. Even before the apocalypse my clumsiness managed to get me in situations I'd rather not think about.

Today, however, I'm more clumsy than usual.

This morning – dawn, actually – I tripped and almost fell on the smelly fat zombie that I decapitated yesterday. I managed to catch myself before I did by hitting my face on the wall. I'm so graceful like that. Kenny just smiled and patted my back and was nice enough not to laugh.

And then we went down the stairs. I could have sworn that for a moment, one of the steps disappeared. It just vanished. One moment it was there, and I was about to step on it and then poof it was gone. If it wasn't for Kenny catching me in time, I would have rolled down the stairs like the clumsy idiot that I am. He snorted a little but said nothing.

I was so grateful that he didn't. But you know the saying third time is a charm.

When we safely reached the door, guess what. That's right. I tripped. It wasn't entirely my fault though. I was just walking out the door when Kenny shoved me telling me to be more careful. He didn't shove me that hard, really. But of course I managed to trip on my own foot. I'm pretty sure I broke a record in tripping. This time, Kenny couldn't suppress his laughs anymore.

You know how good it feels to get laughed at. Yeah, not so good.

"Shut up, please." I sighed feeling annoyed. Kenny lifted his hand in a wait-a-minute manner. "Sorry, sorry." He said laughed. Was it really that funny? "You're still laughing." I said poking his ribs with an iron rod that I absent-mindedly picked up while we were walking. Kenny shied away a little bit and made a sound, but he kind of stopped laughing.

I wonder...

I threw the iron rod on the ground and I lunged at him tickling him. He tried to get away giggling. He was freaking giggling. "Fuck, Fuck, NO, Fuck." He said trying to get away. He was curling up in a ball but I did not stop since I was enjoying this. He's ticklish!

"Staaaaahp! Please staaaaahp! Air."

"No."

"I'm sorry!"

His face was so red I was afraid he was going to die laughing, so I stopped feeling satisfied. Then I realized how stupid we are for doing this in the middle of the street. Kenny got up standing on his feet. "Don't do this again." He said wiping away his tears. I laughed. "Can't promise you that. Anyway we need to move. We've got company." I said pointing at the zombies that were stumbling towards us.

"Whose fault do you think that is?" he snorted. I scoffed. "Yours of course. You were the one laughing out loud." I said sprinting away from the zombies. Kenny shook his. "Sure, sure." He said sprinting behind me. The zombies were really slow and only knew where we were by the sounds we made. So it wasn't very hard to lose them. We only had to quietly get away from them. We stopped sprinting when we did.