Orthodontics in the Zombie Apocalypse

4. Sad, Lonely Loner (1/2)

We roll to a stop when the streets become too congested with blazing cars and half-eaten bodies. I grab the pipe and reach for the door handle. Mikah lays a hand on my arm.

"Are you sure you really want to go out there?" he asks.

"You said your uncle only lives three blocks away, right?"

"Yeah, but from here that's like a fifteen minute walk."

I shrug off his hand. "Let's be quick about it, then." I step out of the car. A zombie comes at me before I can even shut the door. I jab it in the face with the end of the pipe, dazing it, and kick its knee in with a satisfying crack. It stumbles, trying to regain its balance, and I take the opportunity to swing the pipe straight at its head, releasing a stream of blackened blood and other mysterious fluids from its head. I knock its legs out from beneath it and hop back in the car. Forward, bu-bump. Reverse, bu-bump. Forward, bu-bump. Reverse, bu-bump.

I stop the car and step out once again to analyze my work. "Not bad," I mutter, crossing my arms.

Mikah soon joins me from the other side of the puddled corpse. "Are you a master at self-defense or something? That thing came out of nowhere, and you just took it down like that?"

I shrug. "Didn't play many sports as a kid. Wasn't allowed to fight with my brother. He's epileptic, so my parents were worried about setting off seizures..."

"Where did that come from, then?" he demands.

I shake my head. "Instinct? I don't know. Does Wii boxing count for anything?"

Mikah just stares at me, head shaking slightly, though I think he's too buried in awe to realize it.

"Can we go find your uncle now?"

"Just keep that pipe with you," he says. "You've made me feel so much safer in the zombie apocalypse than I ever expected."

I fleetingly scan my broken surroundings and come across a long piece of metal with a jagged tip. I have no idea what it was originally for, but it certainly looks useful when it comes to defending against zombies, and it's still shiny, I toss it to Mikah. "Here. So you don't only have to rely on me."

He glances down at the lethal hunk of metal. "Uh, thanks, I guess."

He steps around the flattened puddle of shattered bones sticking through torn flesh smeared across the pavement, trying to avoid even the farthest, thinnest reaches of blood spatter. The once flawless black vehicle now has a makeover on both its front and back bumpers and a part of the zombie's small intestine stretches from the back tire to the remains of the body.

"Let's go," I say, turning from the mess without batting an eye. I wait for Mikah to walk ahead. "Lead the way."

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A/N

Sorry I'm a bit late! It has been a hectic month, let alone this past week! But here's the first half of chapter 4. Sorry it isn't much, but I hope you enjoyed!

By the way, thanks for over 100 reads! (: