I sighed deeply. "No, Ann, I don't have an extra gun with an extra twenty clips for it."
You might think that people would have better things to do than annoy you in a zombie apocalypse. They don't. You might hope that all the annoying people had died off at the very least, like your middle school principal, or the bullies that used to throw you in the dumpsters outside your school. They haven't.
That's right. The same principal that used to constantly tell you to wipe your nose after you sneeze, or tie your shoelaces so you don't trip, or better yet, the ever-so-popular do your homework. Only now, it's wipe your hands after you bash in a zombie's skull so you don't get infected. Or tie your shoelaces so you don't fall on your shotgun and accidently pull the trigger, blowing your brains out. They even modified the homework one, so that now it's don't forget to rob your old friend's homes, since you know them better than a complete stranger's house.
Ann spoke again, and not for the first time that night, I wished she was one of the zombies whose skull I could bash in.
"But you must have a secret stash of weapons somewhere. Maybe just a couple of maps that show useful ways to get into well-stocked stores?"
"Nooooooo Ann."
She looked at me with the most incredulous expression I have ever seen on her."But you're a teenager!"
I looked at her sharply before turning away."What is that supposed to mean?"
"Uh, well, I don't know exactly..."
"Well figure it out, exactly." I said, giving her dagger-eyes(Which are totally effective on twelve-year-olds, as I've come to realize dealing with this one.).
"Well, I mean, you're a teenager." She said and shrugged, like it made perfect sense. Which it didn't.
I looked at her cluelessly.
"A teenager, as in high school." She added, as if that would help me figure out what the heck she was talking about.
It didn't.
"What does that have to do with anything?"
She gestured with her hands to help explain. As if that was gonna help my mood. She still had the gun in her hand.
"You're a teenager for crying out loud! You're in high school. You're what Mr. Lewis calls a, um..." She shut up for two seconds and I took the oppurtunity to look at where we were.
It was a part of town I wasn't familiar with. In fact, I only knew two people who lived here. Luckily, I didn't like either of them.
"Let's raid Leroy's house first." I muttered to myself and crossed the street.
Suddenly, by a miracle (A curse) Ann found her voice (Her Most Useful Way to Ruin My Day.) and continued qouting the marevlous (Completely useless) sayings of our experienced (Idiotic) principal.
"He said you're a no good, trouble-causing delegate!"She said and beamed at me like she'd just done something worth a reward.
She probably meant delinquint but I'd rather not tell her how to insult me correctly. I raised my eyebrows. "Did he really? He called me that?"
