UnEarthed

Chapter 7

Kenzy opens the door to the house and is immediately greeted by Max. "Hey Kenzy. Sorry about Hope. She has issues."

 Kenzy smiles. "It's Max, right?"Max nods and brushes his hand through his dark, messy hair trying to come up with something to say. Kenzy catches herself staring at his thick arms and looks away. "Well, I'm not very female friendly either so as long as she stays away from me, there won't be any problems." Kenzy says, breaking the odd feeling. 

"I'll pass the message along." Max jokes and smiles at Kenzy. The two stand there in silence and Kenzy notices Max looking at her a few seconds too long which makes her feel even more awkward. "How old are you?" She asks. 

"Nineteen." 

 "Wow. You're young."

 "It's only a number. I act older." 

"Uh huh." Kenzy smirks, enthused by Max's attempt to impress her. Rob enters the room and locks eyes with Kenzy for a split second. 

 "Max, where's Trojan?" Rob turns to Max whose eyes are still on Kenzy. 

 "Oh, he's in the basement." Max answers, caught off guard. 

"His name really is Trojan?" Kenzy giggles.

 "Yeah and he's a genius." Rob begins walking towards the basement with Kenzy and Max following. Opening the door, the three are caught with a whiff of a foul odor. Instantly coughing, Kenzy covers her nose. "You two wait here. I'll make him come up." Rob says and with his nose covered, he disappears down the dark staircase. 

Backing away from the door, Kenzy and Max retreat to the kitchen from where Hope has disappeared. "Do you want anything to drink?" Max asks Kenzy as he opens the fridge. "We have soda, tea and beer." 

"Soda is fine."Max hands Kenzy a cola and grabs himself a beer. "I'm pretty sure the drinking age is 21." Kenzy jokes. 

"Yeah well those rules don't apply to zombie hunters." Max adds his sarcasm and takes a gulp of his beer. "You don't drink?"

 "Never liked the taste." 

Suddenly, Rob enters the kitchen with Trojan. He is wearing a red beanie on his head, an over-sized flannel shirt and baggy jeans. "Kenzy, Trojan is our zombie expert or Zombieologist as he calls himself." Rob teases.

 "Kenzy, that's a weird name." Trojan walks towards her and holds out his hand. 

"My name is weird? You're named after a condom." Kenzy's defensive side kicks in again causing Max to laugh. 

"Actually, I'm named after a giant wooden horse but who really cares." Trojan laughs obnoxiously. 

Kenzy rolls her eyes. "Yeah, you're a real genius." 

 "Hey." Trojan points at Kenzy. "I am a great genius and all genius people have weird names." 

"Alright, calm down you two. Trojan, Kenzy doesn't know anything about zombies. Do you have the program still installed on your computer?" Rob asks. 

Trojan laughs. "Well, duh. Follow me, purdy lady and I will teach you all you need to know." He adds, trying to be amusing. 

Kenzy gives a disgusted look. "I'll pass." 

 Rob stares at her. "Kenzy, you need to learn this if you decide to join us." 

She crosses her arms. "I'm not going down there. It stinks." 

"Fine, Trojan go open up the windows and air the room out." Rob demands. 

 "You're a bossy one huh?" Kenzy blurts out.