Play Your Cards

Zunami

The group lays in the deserted streets, listening to the sound of cicadas chirping and whining as the heat blares down on them. They are all dehydrated from lack of water, wishing a rainstorm would blow over them and bless them with any sort of prayer.

They lay on the ground searching for any drop of water, groaning in exhausting while Doc tries pissing in a bottle to no luck.

"I read once that you could drink your own urine. But all I'm pissing is dust." He says tossing the bottle aside.

Murphy walks around with pip in his step, placing his hands on his hips and looking down at the group with a confused look.

"Water isn't gonna find you just sitting there," Murphy says, tipping his head to look at Warren.

"Why are you so freaking chipper?" Warren asks sluggishly, rolling her head over.

"I've been wondering that myself. Maybe it's cuz I conserve my precious bodily fluids." Murphy says with a smirk.

"Or maybe you drink everyone else's water whenever you get the chance." Ace says, with a loud groan.

She is lying on her back with her arms spread out. Her hair is fanned across the asphalt and sweat beads across her forehead.

Suddenly, the ground starts to rumble, making everyone rise to find its source.

"What is that?" 10k asks "Is it an earthquake?" Disappointment laces his tone.

"More like a zombie quake," Doc says looking over.

Ace rolls her head to the side to see a cloud of dust with possibly millions of zombies headed their way.

"Goddamn, things won't quit." Ace says annoyed, not sounding worried at all. She huffs, slowly beginning to peel herself off the asphalt.

"I suggest we run for it," Murphy says. He starts running away but no one else moves. "Come on, people. Pick it up!"

"I...We...can't. Dehydrated." Ace says, flopping back down onto her back.

Murphy takes her by her arms and starts to drag her down the street. Ace protests but couldn't care less as everyone begins following after them.

They run into a small abandoned building with a wooden door, barely able to hold onto its hinges.

"This way!" Warren directs.

They pile into the room with two random men following after them.

"Wait!" They plea, noticing the large wave of zombies hurriedly approaching them from behind.

One of the men get tackled by a z but the other makes it just in time. Warren mercies the man being eaten before they slam the door shut and hold it closed. Zombies bang on the door desperately trying to get in to no avail.

Ace collapses in the corner breathing heavily, practically feeling dust fly around in her lungs. Everyone else sits down in the room and catch their tired breath, wheezing dryly.

"So that's it? We're all just gonna lie down and die? Doc!" Murphy walks over and wakes up Doc who's already passed out from pure exhaustion.

"Knock it off, Murphy," Warren warns, her tone sounding slurred and exhausted.

"Three days without water, man. The human body hits the wall." Doc huffs, leaning back against the wall.

"There must be thousands of them," Cassandra says looking out the window.