A guide to survive the zombie apocalypse by Joy Felicity Kingsworth:
1. Get yourself a cute best friend who you've known since childhood.
2. Form an emotional attachment to a weapon and food item.
3. Lose your sanity.
4. Join a group whose sole purp...
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Ep. 5 "Zombaby!" Ch. 1/5
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Don't ask how, but they somehow made it to Wisconsin and Joy's favourite part of Wisconsin, a cheese parade.
Granted, the parade came with a whole horde of Zs dressed in different outfits from a fairy to a living piece of cheese, but Joy wasn't complaining, in fact, she was having the time of her life splitting Z's skulls open while skipping between 10K and a heaving Serena.
"Wisconsin Cheese Day Parade?"
"You betcha!" Joy skipped next to Addy as Serena began heaving into a cardboard cutout of a cheese person, a Z close behind her that Joy quickly killed while 10K shot at some behind her.
"I love cheese." Joy spoke as she began to grin, skipping further along the road while 10K watched her with a smile. She did indeed love cheese, or more like loved most things that she could eat.
Except chicken nuggets, Joy has been too traumatized with chicken nuggets.
"Whoa, wait a minute. Is that cheese?" Doc suddenly spoke up at the top of the hill they were stood on, only he was facing further down the street, while Joy was looking at the Z's following her with her still wide grin.
"Everything is cheese."
"No way! The world's biggest wheel of cheese!" Joy turned on her heel at 10K's words, a matching grin to the one she wore on his face as they both stared at what was, in fact, the biggest wheel of cheese Joy had ever seen.
It had the height of about three and a half Joy's, and it was all pure perfectly non-stinky cheese, it looked like a Gruyère or maybe manchego, Joy didn't care, her and her stomach wanted a bite of whatever type of cheese it may be.
The apocalypse severely lowered your standards for where you get food and what you eat. And if Joy was presented with an old cheese wheel that had no mould even when being chased by potentially deadly Zs. Well, beggars can't be choosers.
"It's not real, Doc. Come on! We got to go! Puppies and kittens!"
"Puppies?! Where?!" Warren stopped in her tracks to let out an exasperated sigh and a glare at Joy's skipping self at her back. She had lost count of how many times she had to be corrected on the fact that there were no puppies, Joy was a tad too delusional sometimes.
"No, it is real!" Joy skipped her way to Doc's side as he held out a piece of cheese he had cut out, if was perfectly fine smelling and looking, so Joy took a bite with a satisfied hum before she started carving out more cheese.
"That's definitely cheese, Warren."
"Hey. Hey, come on. Let's go. We got to move. Princesa muévete." Vasquez tried urging Joy along with his gun as he shot some more Zs, but she was too busy stuffing her cheeks and pockets with as much cheese as her pockets could carry.
