"The Gift"

Day 2 (pt 3)

Jane looked out of the door for a few minutes before uttering another word
"My traps worked..."
I looked at her dumbfounded.
"What do you mean? The broken glass that killed them wasn't a trap?"
She looked at me like I was a complete idiot.
"When the zombies first started yesterday I noticed their uncoordinated movements and how dumb they were, so I smashed the glass around this room and overturned tables in order to slow them down. I didn't expect the glass to actually kill the zombies but they must be dumber than I thought."
For once I actually marvel at her smart nature instead of hating it and wanting to stab her.

Shit, I forgot about the people in the cafe.
"There are people in the cafe! Jane come on!"
She looked at the Starbucks in deep thought for a second.
"But I was using them as bait... Fine let's go"
I guess me and Jane think more alike than I thought...

Finally getting out of the treacherous maze of glass shards I sprinted towards the cafe and into the wooden door leading to it. I slammed my shoulder into it but, like the office, it was barricaded shut. I collapsed on the floor again as Jane slowly walked up to the door.
"Keira you really need to stop doing that"
She knocked on the door.
"Hello people in the Starbucks, we took care of your little zombie orgy out here, can you let us in now?" I heard the lock click on the other side of the door.
Slowly the door opened revealing a dishevelled man stood opposite.
"Jane? Oh, thank god your okay.... who's that...?"
The man's name was Derick, he had three kids and got divorced by his wife last year who moved to Spain with their children, their names are Harry, Susan and George. I knew all this yet he doesn't know my name? I'm tempted to lure more zombies over here to eat that little sh-
"This is Keira... you worked with her for six years..." even Jane was a little miffed by his ignorance.
"Oh yeah, Keira! Good to see you again!" He obviously has no idea who the hell I am. Annoyed by Derick I barged past him and into the coffee shop, my hatred for Derick was instantly forgotten, I found her.

A blonde teenage girl in a crop top and short shorts sat at a table crying into her hands surrounded by Starbucks cups, she was an average white bitch. Tears threatened to drip down my face as I marvelled at the sight. Wait...
No... it can't be... on the other side of the cafe, another blonde girl was trying to get a coffee machine to work.

Walking over to the second average girl I got a better look at her, she looked exactly the same as the first one, they're identical twins.
I couldn't fight the tears as they poured down my face and onto the wooden floor below.

After wiping my last tear away I looked back towards the girl who was still crying out the Pacific Ocean. I began to walk over to console her but as soon as she saw me she wiped away her tears and smiled at me, seeming to completely forget what she was thinking about.
"Hey! What's your name? Mines Sarah, that's my sister Samantha over there.
We were drinking our Starbucks when those things started to attack us but Derick fought them off so we're fine"
Damn, she really likes to talk doesn't she, starting to think maybe average white bitches aren't fun to be around...
She cleared her throat "Ahem... I asked what your name was? Didn't you hear me?"
Wow, she's a bitch too... at least she lives up to her title of an average white bitch.
"My names Keira, I don't have a sister, I was trapped in an elevator and had to escape, I also ran away from the group of zombies that Derick "fought off" and led them to their demise. Is that enough information?"
I admit I'm tired and cranky but I mean I would probably get sassy with this girl if I was thinking straight anyway.

Sarah laughed at my answer, don't know if she thought it was a joke or she's just laughing to try and shrug it off.
I smiled at her. "It was so nice to meet you, Sarah! I'm just gonna go over to your sister and introduce myself okay?"

I left quickly before she had a chance to reply and shot straight over to Samantha.

As I was walking over I examined the girl's clothes. A baggy Harry Potter vest hung over black skinny jeans, I'm liking her already.

"Hey ther-" The girl jumped before I finished introducing myself, obviously daydreaming and didn't realise I was walking up to her.
She quickly grabbed a stick from her side and pointed it at me, it was a sharpened black stick as-well. This girl had class.

I nervously introduced myself to her while her stick was trained on me.
"Hi, I'm Keira. I like your... stick?"
She looked at me as if I just insulted her entire bloodline.
"It's a wand." She said that as if I was a complete idiot and she was stating the obvious.

I finally saw it, it was a remake of Ginny Weasley's wand, the beautiful black paint adorned the wand while it looked elegant but deadly with the sharp point at its end.

"Why'd you choose Ginny? I mean, she's not really a main character and she's kinda useless, all she does is get trapped in the chamber of secrets, marry Harry and then bang to make their child."

Samantha glared at me again.

"Did you even read the book?! She was such a badass and sassy as all hell, she's the best character!"

I'm getting into an argument with someone who read the book! How could I insult someone with such moral high ground?!

"Alright fine you're right, I'm just being a naive idiot I'm so sorry my book queen."

She smiled slightly at me before lowering her "wand" to her side.

"I like you, you sassy bastard"

"Same to you, book lord. Hey does the coffee machine still work? I'm so bloody tired, smashing your head into the floor and getting knocked out doesn't really give you a five-star rest."

Sam nodded and flicked her wand towards the lone coffee machine in the corner, the sole survivor from the barricade.
I quickly stumbled over to the coffee machine and pressed the button to start the machine, turning around I glanced at the group. We're so fucking screwed.