Not Unique

DAY 4 (Gut-wrenching pt1)

"Can we go shopping?" Zylith gives me a disgruntled look. "Please? We're almost running out of stuff" I plead and she sighs like she's tired of me. Was I a burden?

"Fine, just the necessary" The necessary? Makeup and bird food was necessary, for a girl my status. Can you guess my status? Yeah, alive unlike most of the population. Just kidding, hopefully, everyone was just in hiding.

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I feel cool under the bedsheets, the orange air-freshner brings a smile to my face. Blinking the crust that gathered at the corners of my eyes after such delicious sleep, I sit up to clamoring. Zylith is by her bedside drawing imaginary signs with one hand and rolling two stones together in the other.

What is she doing?, I follow her hand gestures with my eyes trying to decipher the signs. I look hard at the motion of her hands in the air but no matter how hard, it's all nonsense.

The clamoring reduces but is still loud enough, I frown and sit up to peek out the curtains when her voice halts me in place.

"It's them, they came up while you were asleep"

Oh...I turn around, shifting the bedsheets wrapped around me to see her vacant eyes staring at me. She has this look like she's always mad at someone or very bored out of her mind. I understand she has good intentions, but when we're together, people frequently glance back as they walk away from us because of her.

"Why would they come here?" I yawn as I get out from under the sheets, phantom hands cradle my head.

"Probably from your snoring" She drops the pebbles onto her lampside.

"I don't snore"

"Oh yeah, you do. It's like the nuclear alarm"

"No, it's not! it's like a soft lullaby"

"Ah, so you do snore" She caught me there. Okay, I snore in a raging zombie apocalypse and should now be hanged for it?

"Yes, you should" Wha-

"Excuse me?"

"You should be hanged for it" How did she know, I shiver. She quirks her dyed eyebrows at my body reaction and nods like she understands.

"How-"

"You always say how you want to be 'proper executed', I just voiced your thoughts" Zylith's creepy. She does this thing where she tells you what you're thinking or what you're feeling. It's eerie because she can tell you secrets you've never told her and she wasn't one for gossip so it would creep others out when she did. She calls it listening. I wonder what that is...

"Oh, they're moving out" Huh? Oh. I look out the curtains to see the zombies are going away from the vehicle. Sweet! I quickly run to the main space.

"I call dibs on driving" I yell out but her words almost halt me but it's already too late.

One of the zombies is standing right in front of the car, it's dressed in a policeman uniform. A black vest and a police buckle are sitting on his waist, his gun tightly lodged between his huge Stomach and buckle. His skin is ashy but there are colorful stains of something all around his mouth. I bet that's some donut powder. Typical.

His eyes stray from inspecting our SUV's plate and the passenger seats to looking straight at me who stands there in the kitchen.

"They're not all gone yet" Zylith's words travel into my ears just at the same time the policeman shouts at me like he's enjoyed catching two teenagers doing unlicensed driving. Bet, he'll get promoted for this.

The police zombie points his finger at me and his large gross tongue comes out as he shouts continually like a crying baby. My earlier smile turns into a scowl and I feel my eyes prick. I was going to be put in jail for this. What if they found out I was responsible for the crash?