Romancing the Slayer

Juliet Hughes to the Rescue

I used to think that if an actor played a bad ass zombie killer in a movie, or tv show, that they would be a bad ass zombie killer during the real zombie apocalypse. Boy was I wrong. Now, here I am, rescuing a man who played a bad ass zombie slayer in a movie during the beginning of the zombie apocalypse.

His name was Avery, a beautiful Hollywood Actor who plays a bad ass in a movie. My favorite movie. It was a good thing that I've watched so many of his interviews, or I would never have known where he was right now. All of my fangirling paid off.

Making my way into the building, I threw a rock at the opposite corner of the room and snuck against the wall to the stairwell to avoid fighting the horde inside. It wasn't a large horde, I just didn't want to waste my energy on that. I had a lot of stairs to climb.

I stole the keys from one of the old guards turned undead before I got inside. The guard was just, conveniently, near the building. Darting up the steps, I fought off the occasional zombie or two on the steps. Not very many hung out here, thankfully. All was clear until I reached the second-to-last floor. The only way to reach the penthouse was through the elevator from where I was. The stairwell for it was crowded with things I didn't want to mess with. The doors to the elevator shaft were propped open, just far enough for me to get through.

Making a break for the doors, I made it through before any of the creatures noticed. The elevator was stuck between this floor and the one below it, so I stood on the roof of it. Looking inside, I saw two guards, a young man, and a woman inside. They were dead, though. It was a shame. I think I'd seen them both in a movie once. It was hard to tell with their faces all twisted and falling apart as their reanimated corpses stood in the elevator. Shaking my head, I decided to climb.

Up the wire I climbed. The penthouse floor door was open a small bit, and needed to be pulled open a little more. Wrapping my legs around the wire like an acrobat who swung from swags of fabric, I made sure I wasn't going anywhere. Reaching over as best I could, I managed to pull the doors open enough to squeeze my way through.

There were two hallways. One for the elevator, the other leading to the emergency stairwell. Neither of them were clear, per say, but there weren't all that many zombies yet... But there probably will be with the door to the stairs being open.

Not realizing how close I was to a zombie, I jumped lightly as I felt its breath on my neck before hearing its low, hungry, groan in my ear. Turning to it, I grabbed my machete as it lunged at me.

Press pause! I just realized, I never told you guys who I am! Just because it was the zombie apocalypse, doesn't mean I should throw away common courtesy. I'm Juliet. A twenty-four year old girl who had watched one too many zombie movies and put way too much thought into my apocalypse plans. A girl who fangirled over a celebrity in a zombie movie and decided that I would protect him in the event of a zombie uprising. That's... Kind of why I'm here. Okay, press play again.

Crashing through the door of the Trump tower penthouse suite, I wrestled off a recently undead before stabbing it through the skull. Pushing it off me and standing, I dusted myself off and looked to my idol. The man I came here to rescue from the undead. Clearing my throat, I tried to think of something cool to say that wasn't 'take my hand if you want to live'. That'd be dumb.

"You're in danger." I settled on blurting out.

"I was perfectly fine before someone broke through the door!" He called back at me, so I pointed at the carcass on the floor.

"He did it." He shook his head in disbelief. Smooth move, Juliet... "You have to come with me. That wasn't the only zombie on this floor." I looked back at the door, machete ready.