A guide to survive the zombie apocalypse by Joy Felicity Kingsworth:
1. Get yourself a cute best friend who you've known since childhood.
2. Form an emotional attachment to a weapon and food item.
3. Lose your sanity.
4. Join a group whose sole purp...
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Ep. 1 "No Mercy (Part One)" Ch. 3/7
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Running, running, and even more running. When did it ever stop?
The answer was surprisingly easy; until a blur of a girl covered in red rags with a long, hard piece of metal knocked your feet out from under you and pointed the very same weapon at your face.
Just ask 10K about its effectiveness, considering he was the one to first experience it and suffer the sore back as a consequence.
Joy stopped in her step when she caught sight of 10K and his current predicament, her hand automatically twitching to attack like a second instinct in her.
But first, she had to realize that shooting wasn't an option unless she wanted to become preemptively single.
Luckily, Joy already had an alternate plan than killing 10K, one that filled her bloodlust against the girl who'd attacked him much greater than random shooting could.
"You so much as twitch, and brains will be the last thing you think about." The girl in red soon came to regret her words against 10K at the distinct sound of a click, the boy's panicked shrieks ignored up to that point.
Needless to say, Joy could be quiet when need be.
The hot-headed Latina kept the muzzle of her gun pressed at the back of the girl's red cloth covered head, a clear mocking smirk on her lips; not that the girl could see it as she was facing the other way, but Joy was sure she felt the mockery without even seeing it.
"Counteroffer; you drop your funny little stick and I don't blow your brains out." The red girl's grip tightened over her weapon, 10K's eyes darting panicked between both women.
Although his panic was mostly directed at the red girl because Joy currently had the upper hand, and if anyone would make it alive out of that encounter, it was her.
She hadn't survived the worst humanity had to offer just to be bested by some random girl.
"Counter-counteroffer," the girl in red offered, teeth gritting together with every word. "Go fuck yourself."
Joy shrugged, to each their own. If the girl had a death wish, who was she to deny her?
She pressed the trigger.
However, though Joy had survived the apocalypse thus far, that was not to be attributed to her reflexes or predictability skills.
The girl in red turned before the trigger had fully been squeezed, wrestling with Joy for that one split second before the shot rang into the air, harmlessly sailing over their heads.
Joy then tried to wrench her gun back, but her stealth held the extent of her skills because strength was not one of them. The more she tugged, the more she seemed to lose her grip on the weapon to the girl in red. So, Joy had to switch tactics to one much less favourable but much more desperate.
