Rochelle slammed the door shut and barricaded the door before turning to Cheryl. The younger woman was barely panting from the exertion of sprinting across the parking lot.
She sighed. At least if worst came to worst, they would be able to escape fast enough. Now the plan was to get in, find supplies, and get out. She scanned the shelves in search of anything to use.
She looked over to Cheryl in time to see her throwing her fanny pack down and pulling a brown messenger bag down from the shelf. She frowned.
"I know that the messenger bag is cute, but isn't it more practical to have a fanny pack? It seems a little more necessary."
Rochelle bit back a scathing comment when the other woman shot her a smug and conceited look, "You'd think that, but this is very necessary."
Rochelle sighed, "Whatever, let's just get what we need and scat."
Cheryl chuckled humorlessly, "A good plan, " she made a quick movement and Rochelle suddenly found herself at gunpoint, "I've got a better one. How about I shoot you and head back alone?"
Rochelle blinked slowly, looking back and forward between the girl and the gun, "Excuse me?" there was no fear in her voice, just utter bewilderment. After a few precious seconds, Rochelle realized that she was serious and she scowled in response to the threat, "You do realize that there's a zombie apocalypse outside right? If you kill me, then you'll be all alone and I doubt that you'll be able to make it back without someone else."
Cheryl shrugged, unperturbed by the dilemma, "I'm sure I could move fast enough."
Rochelle rubbed the bridge of her nose, "We don't have time for this. Just grab the supplies you needed and we can go."
Cheryl waved her gun childishly in Rochelle's face, "I've got you at freakin' gunpoint!" she whined, "Aren't you going to at least pretend to be scared to, I don't know, try to get out of it or something?"
Rochelle crossed her arms and rolled her eyes, "No."
Cheryl huffed and cocked the gun, "How about now?"
Rochelle rolled her eyes.
Cheryl growled and puled the trigger, and Rochelle felt the bullet whiz by and graze her cheek. She only huffed, "You're wasting ammo."
Cheryl blinked stupidly and she frowned. Before she could even open her mouth to respond, the bullet ricocheted off the wall and began to bounce off the walls, causing sparks in it's wake.
Rochelle watched the bullet and showed fear for the first time in the whole conversation, "That's awfully loud."
Cue a shout from a horde and Cheryl's expression matched Rochelle's. Cue a roar from a tank and Rochelle's expression turned practically murderous, "You're really stupid, you know that?"
Before Cheryl could respond with an oh so witty response , the wall that held the door to the safe house suddenly gave out and the two women found themselves staring down a tank, and it looked rather menacing if Rochelle said so herself.
The two women silently agreed on a truce and they both made a beak for it. Rochelle focused straight ahead, dodging the zombies that appeared in her line of vision. Of course, the smashing sound from the unwanted guest behind her was encouragement enough for her to run faster.
The two found themselves running over a pier, which in retrospect probably wasn't the best idea, but they could do nothing more and they both jumped on a speed boat that thankfully started. Rochelle steered out onto the middle of the bay and was pleased when the zombies stopped and reached out towards them as if the could reach over the several kilometers of water to drag the two into the crowd.
Rochelle and Cheryl breathed a collective sigh of relief and the tuned towards each other, "Now," Rochelle began, "where were we?"
Cheryl was interrupted once again when a large splash stopped all conversation. Rochelle looked over to the shore and visually blanched. The tank didn't seem to happy about it's lack of victory and it was throwing large slabs of concrete at them.
Rochelle had no choice but to take evasive maneuvers. She sped away, weening in between the flying debris with skill born of desperation.
She drove until the rocks came fewer as the distance was increased. The two shared a short glance of victory. It was made short by the fact that Rochelle's glance conveniently alerted her to the large waterfall drop off that resided behind the other woman's shoulder.
"Shit!" she cursed and she started the boat again to try to out race it. Alas, it seemed that they had used up all their good fortune for the day. She could only watch in horror as the boat went over the falls and her world went white.
