BETTER SAFE THAN ZOMBIE

4| The Dodo Bird

I ran my hands through my hair, trying to smooth them over.

Music boomed on my ears about dancing till the world ends, which is kind of ironic, since I'm living the apocalypse, and dancing wasn't really on my to-do-list. It's kind of something stupid that will just get you killed.

I stuffed the iPad back into my bag and turned to the guy beside me, arching one brow. "You ready?"

"Nope," Ethan answered. "But you'll just go anyway."

I just grinned at him.

With one long inhalation, I opened the door and strode outside as if the rotting bodies on the lawns were an everyday occurrence.  The group turned to me as one, and all their eyes widened. I felt like a newly discovered specie shown at a zoo.

I waved at them casually. "Beautiful morning, eh?"

I heard the door close, and I turned around to see Ethan walking towards me with the gait of an arrogant and spoiled person. You know, when they swagger and stuff. 

I gotta hand it to him. He looked just like those snobbish kids you see on private schools that sneer at everyone below them.

He looked nonchalantly at the direction I was waving. He nodded at them. "Oh, hey."

"Think we should go and say hi?" I asked Ethan, my voice loud enough for the group to hear.

He shrugged. "It's up to you."

I acted as if I was thinking about it and carefully approached them.

"Hey," I greeted. "All of you new in the neighborhood?"

The old man went in the front of them and carefully scanned me from head to toe. I just coolly stared at him.

"Yes," He finally answered, his voice deep. "You kids live here?"

I bristled. "I'm not a kid."

He looked amused. "Well, to me, you are." He noticed someone behind me. "Is he your brother?"

Ethan stepped out. "Thankfully, no."

I almost smacked him. But he was playing the arrogant bastard role (which, I have to say, really suited him) so I couldn't do that. I was supposed to look helpless. Or, if not helpless, at least non-violent. Fuck. I hate this role.

The two girls my age I noticed earlier giggled at Ethan, and I knew they were definitely pleased with what they saw.  Judging by his smirk, he totally knew that too. The urge to smack him increased.

I nodded at the group behind him. "Are they your family?"

The old man chuckled. "No. But they're sisters," he said pointing to the two girls.

Now that I focused more on them, I realized he was right. They both have the same build, the same blond hair, the same face structure. One girl had blue eyes, the other oak-green. Both smiled at me.

I smiled back.

"I'm Bree," said the blue-eyed girl.

"And I'm Dana," introduced the green-eyed one.

"Nice to meet you," I said. "I'm Hazel."

"And I'm Ethan," said the bastard.

The guy I noticed earlier (he was the first one I saw--not because I was boy-crazy or anything like that. Its just that I'm worried about the continuation  of our species and the only way I would ever have sex with Ethan is if--you know what? I'll never have sex with Ethan, period) beside the two sisters grinned. He met my eyes, showing me through his eyes his appreciation of my physical appearance.