Alyssa Chávez has felt alone for most of her life. She was never good at making friends. She always felt a distance between her and her family. So when the apocalypse happened, her social life didn't take much of a hit. After losing her family, Alys...
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Chapter Twenty-Seven Pasta
Once again the adults were doing something important and leaving the teens out of it. But for once, Alyssa didn't mind much. The more they let her run free, the more time she could spend training Mikey. The only downside was all of this was happening outside the walls, meaning it was too risky to sneak out and she had to improvise with what she could do within camp.
The last couple of days had just been a lot of strength and endurance, which was, of course, important too, just less so. What Alyssa really wanted to start doing was having him kill Walkers and learn how to use a gun, but that would have to wait.
For now, she'd have to settle for a Nerf gun that they scavenged from Mikey's old toybox. Alyssa held the yellow and black piece of plastic with two hands like she would a regular handgun as she moved through the kitchen, crouching behind the island. She kept her ears open for even the slightest noise Mikey might make to give away his position. As she crept toward the end of the island, she heard something fall over in the living room and grinned.
She peeked around the corner and started firing at Mikey, who managed to duck behind a chair just in time. He turned around and started firing back at her. Little foam darts were flying everywhere until the front door opened and several of them hit Rosita. Once they realized what was happening, the two quit firing and had a mutual 'oh shit' moment.
"What the hell are you doing?" Rosita questioned, completely confused as to why she had just been attacked with foam darts. She picked one off that stuck to her vest and gave them a weird look, anticipating an explanation.
"Practicing hand-eye coordination?" Alyssa responded while standing up, trying to play it off with a smile. "I thought all of you were gone."
Rosita let out a chuckle. She understood that this was just them being kids. Even though they try to protect them, every once in a while they tend to forget they're still kids. They can't be mature all the time and they shouldn't be.
"Yeah, I forgot my bag," she explained. She grabbed it from the staircase and walked back to where she was standing before. "Just be careful, yeah? I don't want either of you to get one of those in the eye. And don't forget to eat. I saw the mushrooms in the fridge, so I grabbed you some dehydrated onions, tomatoes, spices, and pasta."
"Oh my god, you're my hero," Alyssa told her, already starting to water at the mouth from the idea of potential dishes.
Rosita grinned. "Just save me some. I'll see you later," she told her before leaving, shutting the door behind her.
Once Rosita was off the porch, Mikey walked toward Alyssa in the kitchen. "So...Round three?" he suggested
"I think that was enough 'shooting' for today," Alyssa said. "And the mention of food made me hungry," she adds.
