Zombie Fieldtrip

10 (Shopping Pt. 1)

Day 8 3:45pm

With our destination now in place, everyone seemed a little calmer. Cleo was staring at Harry a lot, obviously wanting to make out with him, but she was cautious because she didn't know if exchanging bodily fluids would be like him biting her. The conclusion to that would be that Cleo would probably end up a zombie herself, with a zombie boyfriend.

And I'm confident that two zombies making out wouldn't be worth the effort.

I assume this has run through Cleo's head.

Or am I just over thinking again?

This has been my main problem lately - over thinking most little details. Considering I'm pushing away any thought of my family or how I might never see the conclusion of Sherlock series 3, I've started thinking. A lot, about stupid things like if Harry suddenly eats Jonah or if I spontaneously combust. These are actually valid thoughts, but then I start thinking about how TV is kinda pointless and how come people didn't think to make the basketball hoop hollow in the first place.

So here I sit, on a dirty mattress in a furniture truck vacant of furniture over thinking my over thinking.

I think I should just have insane written across my face.

Cleo and Jonah were driving, well the were supposed to be. We were stopped, but I'm not sure why. I stood up to bash the wall of the truck and yell at them, but Lace beat me to it.

"Yo! What's up with us not moving?" She bashed so hard on the wall that the metal rattled and vibrated the truck.

"Calm down Pinkie Pie! We're just looking at- oh hey look..." Joah trailed off, and we couldn't here him talk anymore. Cleo was heard giggling, then the trucks' doors were heard opening and closing.

"What's going on? Are their zombies here?" Victoria stood up, brushing her dress. She worriedly bit her nails. West groaned, in obvious annoyance of Victoria.

The noisy roller door of the truck flew up, Cleo and Jonah standing on the road. The bright sun blinded me momentarily and I hissed at the sun. Great and Lace laughed.

Cleo smiled, the sunglasses that were on the dashboard now hung on her face. "Get out losers, we're going shopping,"

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Jonah and Cleo told us that the truck was low on petrol, but they'd stopped out the front of one of the huge Westfield shops. We all helped out getting petrol out of the abandoned cars. West and I were on zombie duty, which meant looking out for any approaching zombies and 'taking care of them', if you get my drift.

Admittedly, I was going the whole awkwardly fiddling with your hair and biting your nails being around him, he was pretty darn hot. I think he seemed oblivious, well at least I hoped that.

"So, Sadie? You got your eye on anyone,"

He knows he knows he knows you have been discovered abort abort abort send help call 911!!!

"Oh-uh, um.. Er no! Not at all, zombies are a little distracting at the moment," I laughed forcefully and looked away, my face red as I basically hyperventilated.

You don't fucking call 911, Sadie. It's 000, remember? Because you live in Australia gODAMMIT.

He looked over his shoulder, still oblivious to me dying next to him, and looked around. "Well, don't tell anyone... But I kinda have a think for one of the girls. Pretty stupid, right?" He grinned. I did the awkward laugh again and chewed on my hair. Who does that? God, I'm weird.

I laughed again. "Oh not really, you can't really help it,"

"True. She's so fucking hot though, and not in like the conventional kind of way," West bit his lip. Wow much attractive.