Life is the Apocalypse.

*Unwelcome Surprises*

The Fogger was an excellent means of transportation, and I might have rode it once more, if it hadn't smelled like the end of all living things on Earth.

And yes, it was that bad.

Instead, I was dragging my feet alongside it, giving Max a piggy-back ride because she had insisted I did so. (She too didn't like the smell of it).

Kate was on its back, however, because Victoria still hadn't woke up. (I guess the Fogger put her In a coma or something; serves her right for treating Max badly.)

"Go faster, Chloe! By the time we get to a clearing, you're going to smell like... Like... that thing!" She pointed at the Fogger.

I chuckled underneath my breath. "This is top speed, sista! And that thing has a name."

"It has a name?" Max's stare was utterly confused; it was so easy to read her expression.

"I wasn't aware you had named me, either, Bleir." It mumbled.

"Uh, well... If 'Bleir,' Is me... Yeah, I named you. Wanna see the journal entry?" I asked, staring up at it.

"Bleir means, 'Girl with Blue Hair.' Must I call you Chloe as well?" It responded, ignoring my comment on naming it.

"Yeah, that'd be nice, but whatever..." I mumbled, kicking a stone.

Max scrambled to stay onto my back, choking me with a death grip around my neck.

I let out a couple inaudible words, then did my best to make a complete sentence.

"Max, fall off!" What I had said was close enough to what I was trying to say.

She tumbled off my back, releasing the vice grip.

I gasped for air, holding my now red throat, watching Kate examine the handprints on it.

"I'm okay, Kate. I doubt there's anything you could've done fast enough anyway..." I sighed, glancing up at her.

Shortly after Max had fallen off my back, I heard whimpering sounds. Not like a dog, but like a human. And Max wasn't doing it... She wasn't crying, nor did she appear to be hurt.

I prepared myself for, yet another, brand new zombie.

The whimpering increased to small shrieks after the cry, and then back again. Spin, rinse, and repeat.

I looked all around us, examining for anything out of the ordinary. (Some Groaners out in the distance, but that was totally ordinary).

"Chloe, that's not me." Max confirmed, using a tree trunk to help her stand up, as I was deep in thought; unavailable.

"That sounds like a Groaner mixed with a human," Kate summed up worriedly.

"I know, that's just what I was thinking." I admitted, snapping out of my thoughts.

"The Bombers approach," The Fogger whispered softly. "The Bombers approach. They make themselves known. They seek vengeance on those who did this to them. The Bombers approach."

The shrieking whimper started to get closer.

"Fogger, what's a Bomber!?" I yelled at it.

"The Bomber blows up on you when near. Their noise is what you are hearing... Usually, they do not make contact with living things. But they seek vengeance. They are unaware of who did this to them, so they will kill anything. Prepare yourself, humans. The Bombers approach!" It explained, just as I imagined some sort of prophet would.

"That... doesn't sound good, Chloe!" Max climbed onto the Fogger.

I climbed on after her. "I agree, Max! Fogger, run!" I spurred into its sides.

It twisted and began galloping off the other direction, but extra weight could clearly be felt as something lept onto its back.

"The Bombers approach. They make themselves known." The Fogger said, twisting, and slamming its boney tail onto the ground in a violent whir.

The shriek. The Bomber was literally right behind us!

The Fogger slammed its tail down again, trying to shake off the attacker.

I looked behind us. It was no good. The Bomber wasn't on its tail.

It was just above it. Near enough to where, if it blew up, it would damage all of us, including the Fogger.

Our creature twisted upwards, and then everything looked like slow motion.

The Fogger twisted us onto its stomach, Max, Kate, Victoria, and I, and slammed down onto its back, where we heard a large 'BOOM!' and then everything was still.

Including the Fogger.

"Chloe... I think... its dead." Max gasped, using my leg to pull herself off of it, as I was already standing.

"It certainly looks like it," I admitted. "If it isn't, its missing a really good chance."

Kate gasped, pulling her hand over her mouth.

Then she launched into action, pressing her hand over where she thought its heart was.

"No, that's no good... It wasn't breathing to start with..." She mumbled to herself as she went on, observing the creature in every way possible.

"Kate." I put my hand on her shoulder. "It's dead for good this time."

"No! We just got it... I can fix it!" She exclaimed sadly.

"Then make it undead again... But we don't have time to sit here for days, you know. We have to find the others.... But a couple minutes for you to examine it won't hurt." I said, twisting on my heel and walking over to a tree trunk.

"Thank you," I heard her mumble as I sat down, watching her.

After a couple minutes, she asked me to come over to her.

"Help me roll It over," She commanded. "I need to look at the other side of it."

I shriveled up at the idea of touching the undead creature. "Ew!" I said. "No!"

"Chloe, please!" Kate begged. "There's a creek right over there, if you want to wash your hands afterwards!"

"Ugh," I made a disgusted noise. "Fine!"

I proceeded to help her flip the surprisingly light Fogger over, and covered my nose immediately.

"That smell..." I cough. "It smells like Rachel did..."

She peeled off the remains of the Bomber and set to work on the Fogger. Once she had thrown the Bomber's remains towards the tree I was sitting at, I hadn't thought about why it had smelled like Rachel.

Until, I did think about it.

I hastily searched for the almost erased head from the Bomber's body.

And there she was. My eighteen year-old best friend, Rachel.

The only difference was, she was a screwed up, suicidal zombie.