Dead Love...(1D Zombie Apacolypse World War III)

Chapter 7: Fighting with a Cookie Pan Works.

I was in the Kitchen sitting next to Harry. We were alone for now, and it was about six thirty. We were calmly talking, breathing laughter and such as my mind devised and escape plan. Don was standing in the doorway watching us carefully and Veronica was emptying out the dishes from out dinner.

“So, your friends got into a huge barfight with a bunch of other directioners?” Harry quoted, trying to hide his laughter.

“Did I mention their boyfriends got involved?” I added. Harry went over the edge laughing hysterically. I smiled genuinely, for the first time in a while. His trilling laughter was like beautiful music and I yearned just to hear it, and begged to see him smile. I felt like the luckiest girl, the most accomplished girl for being able to witness it.

Don sighed roughly and left out of the Kitchen.

I glanced over my shoulder at my bag which was packed and by the door. I whistled sharply and Max trotted into the room, panting.

“Hey bud!” I greeted him, scratching behind his ears lovingly. He fell on his butt and started thumping his leg against the ground. “Urgh, fleas?” He barked and I sighed. “Gotta get you a flea color.” He began to whine and I shot him a look. “Don’t doubt my knowledge, you’ll feel better! I promise.”

Harry’s head swiveled back and forth from me and Max. “You can understand him?” He asked incredulously. I scoffed and shook my head.

“No. I just know this dog like the back of my hand. He’s been around since I was very little.” I explained. Max barked and growled. “I’m sorry, I mean boy. Not dog. You’re better than a dog!” I said in a way too lovey dovey voice while scratching his chin.

“Arianna, can you start working on putting away these dishes?“ Veronica turned around and stifled a scream upon seeing Max. “GET HIM OUT OF HERE!” She screamed shrilly. “HE COULD BE INFECTED!!!”

I stood up and walked over to the towel where the dishes were draining and drying and began to put them away.

“Stop putting on a show, Veronica.” I said lowly, my eyes flashing with a warning darkness. “You and I both know that no animal can get infected with KSZ.” I began to put away the remaining four glasses, and started on the silverware.

“And how do you know?” She asked haughtily. I smirked picking up the butchers knife and drying it slowly with the dish cloth. Her eyes watched me carefully, I walked towards her and saw her fists visibly clench.

I opened up the drawer and slid the knife in the cluttered mess of kitchen utensils and looked back at her and saw her relax.

“Because I’ve studied your kind.” I whispered threateningly. “And I know more about them, than you do.” I spat turning back around and continued to dry the pots and saucers.

“I’d watch it little girl,” She growled, walking so close she towered over me, she was so close I could feel the parasites churning in her stomach. I simply continued drying dishes. I picked up the biscuit cookie sheet pan slowly dried it off. “Because if you slip up, I will be the first one to-”

I whacked her across the face as hard and fast as I could with the cookie pan, resulting in a comforting hollow clang and Veronica crumpling to the floor. I picked up the ice pick and speared it through her hand on the floor so she couldn’t get up. I pressed my foot against her neck and grabbed the butcher knife out of the drawer and crucified her other hand.

I heard everyone scurrying to the kitchen.

“ARIANNA, WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!”

She was hoarsely wheezing and coughing trying to gasp past my foot on her air way. I looked down on her in disgust. “Say your prayers, bitch. There’s no halo’s where you’re going!” I picked up the Lysol can off the counter and vigorously sprayed her face.