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. 9 "RoZwell" Ch. 2/6
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The crash site was... definitely a crash site. Lots of scrap metal, dirt and no survivors around.
Great, E.T's dead. So much for Joy having an alien pet.
"Is this what I'm supposed to believe in?" Joy rolled her eyes while popping another bubbled of gum. Murphy and his skepticism would never cease to annoy her.
"Crash site of some kind."
"Looks like the future." Joy kicked at some stray metal of some kind as Addy went to inspect the larger pieces. Either those pieces had been there for a while, or Joy's dead alien friend had been flying around in a rusted spaceship.
Somehow they both seemed equally plausible.
"Well, it's definitely been here a while. Probably crashed back when everything went bad."
"Looks like there's some markings here. Kinda weird."
"It's not a plane. There's no wings." Vasquez shrugged in reply. It turned out he was as much of a skeptic as Murphy was, only much less vocal and annoying to Joy.
"Yeah, helicopter, or something."
"Yeah, but... where are the rotors?"
"Guys! What is it?" Addy came back to the rest of the group, dusting her palms on her pants. Joy hoped Addy had a tetanus shot that worked even in the apocalypse because that crash site certainly had all the diseases known to mankind present.
"If anyone says flying saucer, I'm out of here."
"Well, it sure looks like a... an airborne disc of some kind." Joy chuckled as she finished popping another bubble inside her mouth.
"More like an unidentified flying object." Murphy glared at Joy, but he just said not to say flying saucer, she was just specifying the abbreviation for UFO.
"Well, whatever it is, it's not the thing we saw last night, so let's keep going."
"Into Roswell?"
"We need supplies." A non-believer of aliens was going to the alien capital of the aliens of the US. Joy was going to have a laugh for sure.
"Great. More alien huggers."
"We'll find a nice little Z alien for you to be friends with, Smurfy. Don't you worry." Murphy rolled his eyes, hugging his jacket closer to his chest as Joy popped another bubble loudly.
"Gee thanks, Happy. And can you quit that?" I'm reply, Joy popped a bubble next to Murphy's ear.
"Never mind aliens. Puppies and kittens, people."
"One day I wish you'd call Zs something different, Warren. You always get me so excited about puppies and kittens." Warren rolled her eyes while shooting the two approaching Zs.
