Chapter 5

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I woke up to Regan's face beaming down on me.
"Hay sleepyhead. Everyone is in the van waiting."she said sweetly.
"Wha-what did I miss." I said, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.
"Well we are ready for the drive to New York. But we are not ready for a zombie apocalypse. We were hoping that you would be able to get us ready for that." She said smiling.
"How would I be able to do that?" I chuckled.
"Well that's the thing. Everyone tried and nobody really succeeded. So you were the only one but no pressure. Honestly, I don't think anyone can prepare us for the zombie apocalypse." She reassured. But that put even more pressure on me.
"Well, better get to the van. What would they do without their designated driver." I smirked as Regan slapped me playfully on the arm.
"Man are you narcissistic or what?" She laughed as we raced to the van.

"That took you guys forever!" Julia complained. "We're you making out?!"
"NO!" Regan and I said quickly.
"Whatever's you say." Said an unconvinced voice from the back of the van. Because of the number of our group and the limited seating, someone had folded down the trunk seats to make a larger area. Chris, Cole, Jackie, Gregory, and Alicia were in the way back and Timmy, Anthony, and an unhappy looking Julia were in the middle row.
"Julia if you want I will switch with you." Regan offered.
"No I'll let you sit next to you boyfriend. While poor single me sits next to that!" Julia snapped. "And Xander! Don't give me that 'there are more fish in the sea' crap."
"Did you get enough sleep cranky pants?" Alicia asked.
"AND YOU! Don't pity me! I'm ok!"
"She just asked a question" Cole muttered. And that remarked turned this innocent offer into a full scale car debate.
"IF YOU DON'T WANT ME TO CRASH, I WOULD SUGGEST YOU STOPPED YELLING!" I screamed.
"Kinda hypocritical," Chris snorted. And that remark turned a full scale car debate into a full scale car gaffaw, I think the stress of the zombie apocalypse was getting to us.
"So tell me, what weapons do we have?" I asked, once we had finally stopped laughing.
"We got 4 baseball bats and 6 knives from my house."Anthony answered.
"And we got 6 more knives from your house Xander." Timmy said.
" So what your saying is we have 16 close range weapons and zip long or medium range weapons?" I raised my eyebrows.
"Yes," Greg said gingerly. I chuckled.
"Well I can help us there," I said. " Guys, it's time to go to WALMART!!!"
"Walmart?" Alicia asked.
"Walmart," I answered.
"Care to explain?" Cole inquired.
"Well you see, Walmart has a supply of rifles and stuff in the left back corner by the fishing things. So if we enter Walmart and borrow, say, all of their guns and bullets. We would be pretty set for our first time in a zombie apocalypse." I answered.
"So we break into Walmart and steal their gun supply," Regan clarified.
"I like entering an abandoned store and borrowing their guns for a long time." I said. Regan gave me an 'are you serious' look. I chuckled.
"Alright you love birds!" Julia scolded. "Can we just go borrow our guns already."
"That's the spirit!" I cheered. "Regan, you could learn a lot from your best friend here."
"Oh shut up." She grumbled, but she was smiling.
"Alright! We're off to see the Walmart, the magical Walmart of Maryland!" I sang. "Come on! Join me!"
"WE'ER OFF TO SEE THE WALMART, THE MAGICAL WALMART OF MARYLAND!!!" We all sang, even Julia sang with us.

As I drove into the Walmart parking lot, a lone figure stood in the distance.
"What the-" Jackie exclaimed.
"It's a person!" Anthony pointed. He was right. A hunched over person was slowly limping towards us.
"What should I do guys?" I asked.
"Slowly drive towards it." Regan said, squeezing my arm. As I inched forwards, we could finally tell what it was. A man was limping towards us except, instead of any normal skin color, this man had a weird brown skin color unlike anything I had ever seen. His jaw was hanging by a thin piece of skin. His few hairs were white and stuck to the side of his face by blood.
"I-it's a-" then it let out a low moan.

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