Zero

Chapter 2: This one's crazy.

No sooner my gun goes off and the Z drops to the ground lifeless, the people begin looking around for the source of the noise. It doesn't take them long to figure out where I am – as we're kind of in the middle of nowhere, and it's hard to miss the giant tour bus sitting out in the open. It takes them even less time to point their weapons at me. Their actions cause me to chuckle to myself for a moment. It's amazing, how jumpy the apocalypse has made people. "Put your weapon down." The dark skinned woman yells to me.

I roll my eyes, and stand up from my position on the roof. Somehow, I manage to get my foot caught in a cord from the solar panels, which causes me to trip and drop of one of my guns so that I can hold on to the roof. One would think that the apocalypse would have caused my klutziness to wither away and sharpen my awareness of the world around me. Well, it didn't. My current situation is solid proof.

Blowing my bangs out of my face, I assess my situation. A cord is wrapped around my ankle, which is keeping my left foot sort-of on the roof. I caught the roof with my right hand, and the rest of my body is just twisted awkwardly. I tug on my foot a bit, to see if it will hold, before I completely let go. My body untwists and drops, before I collide with the side of the bus and release all the air in my lungs. I hear someone laughing at me, and point my gun in their general direction. They don't shut up, which causes me to groan.

Sighing, tuck my handgun in my belt. With that, I begin swinging around wildly, trying to get my ankle unstuck. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the group of confused people. I watch as one of them lifts a gun to shoot the cord around my ankle, so that I'll drop on the ground.

"HEY! Don't shoot! That's how I get my power!" I yell, before my face makes contact with the bus. Somehow, I've never noticed how dirty the bus is. Well, until now. The mixture of zombie guts, blood, and overall dirt that's caked on the bus doesn't smell good. It doesn't really taste good either. It needs a bath.

Realizing that I'm probably going to hang upside down for the rest of my wonderful life, I begin thrashing around like a fish out of water. I feel something pull, and I move my foot a bit awkwardly. Without warning, I fall face first into the stomach of a dead zombie. Yum.

Groaning at the disgusting position I'm in, I begin pushing myself up into a standing position, "Well, this has been an interesting day" I mutter to myself, before running a hand through my nasty hair. Remembering the people, I grab my gun out of my belt, "I don't have anything you want." I state bitterly.

"Well, this one's crazy" an odd-looking man states.

"We all are. Some more than others. It happens." I say with a shrug.

"You have power?" a girl with red hair asks.

"Possibly" I state, casting a glare up towards the solar panels. There is a moment of somewhat awkward silence. Taking in a deep breath, I say possibly the most idiotic thing I have ever say, "You're people. Actual people."

They look at me questioningly, "You haven't seen people in a while have you?" the girl with red hair questions.

"Yeah." I say, before walking to the door, punching in a code, and opening the thing up. With that, I walk in, not even caring if the people follow me. Once inside, I walk over to one of the cabinets and pull out a bottle. I roll it around in my hand, letting out a wisp of a laugh at the label on it.

NO TOUCH!

ONLY FOR SPECIAL OCCASIONS!

MINE. UNLESS SOMEONE WANTS SOME.