Keys, Crombies, and Very Evil Zombies

Chapter 2: Milk

I looked at my watch.

"Zo, it's 10:23... Your mom said you need to be home by 11, remember?" I told her.

Unfortunately, Zoë was completely wasted.

"Wow, Nana, you look adorab-" Zoë cut off mid-sentence and proceeded to barf on my sneakers.

"I think it's time for us to get going," I said evenly and picked Zoë up and piggy-backed her, trying to ignore the barf on the way to her car.

I've driven her car lots of times, mostly because Zoë gets wasted like this practically every weekend, which makes me her chauffeuer on Friday nights. She even gave me my own set of car keys after her mom labeled me as Zoë's caregiver. Mrs. Crowe is a lawyer. In fact, she's the biggest lawyer in town. She also happens to be a workaholic who spends most of her time in her firm. Mr. Crowe left town Mrs. Crowe exactly a year after Zoë was born and they've never heard from him since. Zoë said that Mrs. Crowe is a workaholic because the house reminds her of her husband and she doesn't want to move in case he comes back to town someday. I put Zoë, who was now sleeping like a baby, in the passenger seat and gently shut the door.

I looked up at the sky, when the phone rang.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Nana, can you pick up the milk on your way home? Thanks," my mom said quckly before hanging up.

"No problem..." I said as I put my phone back into my pocket. I opened the door and slid into the driver's seat.

I hummed a little and buckled my seat belt and started the car.

I dropped off Zoë at exactly 11. I even carried her up to her room! Afterwards, I started off towards the small convenience store near my house. I opened the glass door and walked to the dairy section. I noticed that the store was nearly empty as it only had three other people beside me, one being the cashier.

I looked at the milk and tried to find the one with the latest expiration date. However, they all seemed to be September 23... That was only four days away...

I shrugged and went to the cash register.

I handed the milk over and gave the cashier a small grin. He had striking grey eyes and light brown hair.

"Uh... Axl, right?" I asked, unsure.

"Mmm... Yeah," he answered.

I gave him a big smile and awkwardly bit my bottom lip when he only replied with an expressionless face. He smirked. Just then I felt a light tap on my shoulder.

"Meat," demanded the person with red eyes and splattered blood all over his body. He then followed through with his action by clutching my shoulder, making me feel uncomfortable.

"For the last time, we don't have meat!" Axl snapped.

The person tried to pry my shoulder off. I shrieked and punched him with the milk.

I wasn't expecting his arm to just fall off.

He made an odd noise before touching me again.

I kicked him down and desperately searched for something heavy. The only thing beside me were candy and a fire extinguisher. I tore the fire extingisher off the wall and slammed it hard against his head. The head fell off.

Axl just stood behind the counter, frozen, with his mouth open wide.

"What... Why... How..." Axl babbled. To be quite honest, I had no idea what had gotten over me in the last few seconds...

"I think I just killed my first zombie," I said.

"Behind you..." Axl mouthed.

I was greeted by a similar sight, a couple feet way. I threw the gallon of milk to buy some time, hitting him on the arm. Like the last, it fell off. I grabbed the fire extinguisher again and attacked this one with more force. This one was a bit more easier to slay than the last.

I finished, the blood stained my white v-neck.

"Shit... I think I need more milk," I muttered and gave Axl an innocent smile.

He only nodded. I ran over and got the milk and paid Axl double.

"Sorry about the mess... Where's the mop? I'll help you clean it up," I offered. He made his way out from behind the counter with two mops.

We mopped in silence.

"So... A zombie slayer, huh?" he said awkwardly before clearing his throat.