Nine: Infamous Walmart

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I woke up that morning with Jimmy's face buried in my neck, his arms still wrapped around me. The bottom of my cheek rested up against the top of his forehead, one of my hands resting on the arm that was across my stomach. Honestly, I slept better last night than I had in a long time, and I think that was due to having him next to me. I couldn't help but smile slightly when he moved in his sleep and tightened his grip a little.

Not long after me, Jimmy woke up, lifting his head off the pillow to look at me. He smiled and said, "I don't remember the last time I slept that well." 

"I was just thinking the same thing." I replied, smiling back at him. We stayed there for a while before we both got up to get dressed. 

When we went downstairs, we sat on the couch and just asked random questions about anything we wanted, which was a game we often liked to play. It was a good way to laugh, that was for sure, because sometimes the answers brought out the weirdest things. Deciding that we didn't want to do it in just silence, I got my laptop and we listened to music.

"So, if you woke up to find that a zombie apocalypse has been brought upon us, who would you go to for help first?" Jimmy asked me. 

"Hmm... Matt, Grace, or you." I answered.

"Why?"

"Well, I would go to Matt because he's my brother and he has experience with that shit from Xbox games. I would go to Grace because she's just violent anyway, and would probably be able to defend herself pretty well against the undead. And, then there's you, because I've always felt protected with you, and if we weren't able to survive, there isn't anyone else I'd rather get my guts ripped out with." I explained, and he grinned.

"Y'know, in the weirdest, and most twisted way, that's really sweet." I laughed. "If we were to survive though, and it was just you and I at the end of at all, we could rule the entire world together!! We could do whatever the hell we wanted, and throw a party with piles of dead zombie corpses! But, if we didn't survive, I would probably die first while trying to protect you. Just remember, I'm willing to throw my body to the zombies for you." He poked my stomach playfully, and I laughed again. 

"What about you? Who would you go to first and why?" I asked as I looked down through my playlist for something to listen to. 

"Uh, probably Matt, for the same reason that you have. Brian, because we could use those guitars he has hanging up on his guitar wall to chop off the heads of zombies, which would be badass. And you, though I mostly would be coming to protect you. At that point my safety wouldn't matter anymore, because I'd be more focused on making sure you're safe. So I guess it's a good thing we don't live that far apart." Jimmy said, and I smiled at the part about protecting me.

Now it was my turn to ask a question. "If you could have any three super powers, what would they be and why?" 

"Ooooh! I like this question!" He exclaimed. "Ok, my first super power would be to fly because it would be really fun to just fly past an airplane and wave at the people looking out the windows and see their reactions to a flying man. My second one would be super speed so that fucking Stallion Duck could never get away from me. My third one would be invulnerability so I can never ever ever be defeated!!"

"Alright, my first power of choice would be invisibility because that way I could sneak up on people without them knowing, or torture them without them seeing me, like a poltergeist." I smirked evilly and he laughed. "My second one is teleportation, so I could be somewhere quickly without being late, or if someone needed me right away it wouldn't take long to get there, or just to get out of awkward moments fast. My third power would be shapeshifting so I could change into any animal and use their abilities to my advantage." 

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