a day undead

As Good As Dead

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I was driving us all out of the town. We were going to check the neighboring towns to see if we could find Charlie. Or Blaire. Preferably Charlie.

Layla was in the passenger's seat next to me, singing along to the Harry Styles song on the radio. The song ended, and I rolled my eyes as another one creeped up on the radio.

"Can we turn it off now?" I asked grumpily. Layla shot me a look.

"We do not avoid the sign of the times." She began singing again, and I sighed. I was still upset about the whole Charlie's-apartment-thing earlier.

I glanced back at Jack through the rearview mirror, and I saw him scowling out at the window. I could have said, "Chill out, man, we'll find your girlfriend, unfortunately," or something like that, but I decided to ignore it.

When the song ended, Layla turned off the radio. She scrunched her nose at me. "Why are you so grouchy? Calm down." She settled in her seat for the rest of the drive.

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With Blake, I would be much less likely to get caught by Charlie. In fact, I'd be the same amount of likely because I bet Charlie had already given up. Me and Blake were walking through the town, mainly just talking about how life went since and before the last apocalypse. I was laughing as he held the door open to a building we had explored, leading me out.

"Technically, I didn't mean to punch him—it was a zombie apocalypse, what can I say?" Blake chuckled as well, looking down at me. In my opinion, this was some kind of vacation. Me and Jack had been on rocks for a bit, and talking to Blake was like a breath of fresh air.

I laughed again. Blake had made a joke. We walked into another area. It looked like a farmer's market. I looked around. There were stands filled with fruit, homemade treats, homemade accessories. Everything looked so fresh, but so abandoned at the same time. It's crazy how fast a zombie apocalypse can ruin something.

I took a step forward, when it all happened so fast. "Blaire!" called Blake, and I gasped. The zombie almost bit into my neck, when I swung my arm and hit it hard in the head. It fell back, and I took the opportunity to grab a wooden pole scrap from nearby. I swung it at the zombie and hit it in the head again. To my belief, the head swung back and fell off, revealing it's organs inside. 

I shut my eyes and cried, "Gross!" and swung again. Blake reached for my arm to pull me back, but I kept swinging at the zombie until it was dead. Really dead. I was panting, and I dropped the wood to my feet. I stood up straight, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear, and backed up a bit. I looked back at Blake and just shrugged.

He suddenly let go of my arm and looked into the distance. I turned my head to follow his gaze, and I saw that there was a car slowly approaching the market. I squinted to see who was inside, and I soon groan. Charlie.

"What? What is it?" Blake asked as I unzipped my bag and started looking in it. He followed me, confused, as I made my way to the car. "Blaire?" He called. I continued marching towards the car, holding Charlie's eye contact. He slowly but suddenly pulled up his gun. Blake stopped in his tracks, but I just chuckled and continued walking. I held up my own gun. I could see the confusion and slight shock on Charlie's face, but I just kept walking toward the car. His hand moved to the wheel, and he began to back out. Coward.

I wasn't going to waste a bullet on him; if he was going to die, I was going to let him die to zombies. Get eaten alive.

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I pushed the zombie again. "Just kill it!" shouted Becky.

"I don't have a gun!" I yelled back. I shoved it once more, and kicked it once it reached the ground. I wiped my hands on the sides of my jeans. I looked up at Becky. She was already looking at me. I smiled. "Where to?" I asked. She suddenly shook her head, not looking at me anymore.