Strippers Vs. Zombies

Chapter 1:

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Freddie Martin

Age: 25

&

Lou Price

Age: 18

Cashiers at Little Piggy's Mini Mart

Friday ~ Closing time

9:00pm

"Alright kiddo, it's closing time let's hurry up." Freddie rushed 18 year old slacker Lou Price to hurry with his nightly duty. "Oh yes oh great one, your wishes are my command." He said sarcastically as he walked over behind the counter to grab the keys. He searched for about two minutes straight and there was still no sign of them.

"Looking for something kid?" Freddie asked. "Stahp callin' me kid man. I know I put them here earlier today. I know I ain't crazy Fred." He said with a frustrated tone in his voice. Freddie reached into his back pocket and pulled out the store keys, dangling them at Lou jokingly. "Dude, you're such an ass. But I'm the kid huh?" Lou said as he walked over and snatched the store keys from him.

He shook his head then walked over to the door to lock it, putting the keys in his pocket after. "Well that's it, now we just gotta do an inventory check and we'll be unlocking those doors and getting the hell outta here." Lou said happily. "Stop cursing kid. You're too young for that.

"Freddie said with a snicker. "Dude, if you call me a kid one more time I'll--" "You'll do what you little pipsqueak?!" He questioned the 18 year old boy, cutting him off. Before Lou could get out his threat there was a sudden bang at the door, followed by a grumble. "Who in th-" Freddie said as he approached the locked door.

Through the clear glass there was a woman with bloody clothes, dirty blonde and messy hair and a one strap purse around her upper body. "Oh mah gawd Freddie. She's hurt." Lou told him, with a now more panicking tone in his voice.  "No shit genius." He told him, holding his hand out. "Give me the keys man." Louis quickly reached into his back pocket, handing Freddie the store keys. He slowly approached the door, keeping his eyes on the woman. They couldn't see her shadowy face in the dark but her body and clothing were easy to make out.

Freddie stuck the key in the hole, twisted the lock slowly, then opened the door. "Miss, are you hurt? My trucks out back, I could take you to a hospital if you want." She didn't respond the first time. "Miss?" Freddie tried again. She stepped out of the shadows, revealing a waterfall of blood spilling from her mouth, veins in her pale white face, and white lifeless eyes. The woman grabbed Freddie by the shirt with her bloody hands. Freddie grabbed her arms, trying to restrain her without hitting her. He wrestled the woman down to the floor, pinning her. The woman was stronger than an average women her size.

She looked to be about 100lbs and was very lanky. "Lou, go grab something!" Freddie ordered. "Like what man?" He panicked. "I don't know man, ANYTHING." he yelled. "I gotcha."  Lou ran to the supply closet and grabbed the nearest item by the door. "Heads up man!" He threw a box of twinkes Freddie's way, hitting him on the side of the head. "Ow, stupid ass!" he yelled, still pinning the blood covered woman down.

"Could you try something a little more USABLE!" Freddie yelled. "O-o-Okay I gotcha FOR REALZ THIS TIME!" Lou ran in the back once again to the supply closet and came back with a broom. "W-W-what now ?" He stuttered. "We gotta cho-" But before Freddie could get his last few words out Lou turned the broom to the stick part and bashed her skull in with it. The woman's arms fell to the floor, as Freddie let them go and got up. Young Lou stood back giving his coworker some space. "What-the-HELL-DID YOU DO!?" he screamed his question.

"She wasn't normal Fred, I mean-- just look at her. Eyes ain't even normal man." "She was probably sick man." He told him, face palming his forehead. "Sick my ASS Freddie she wasn't normal and you know it. And there could only be one explanation for this.." "And what might that be Lou!?" He yelled angrily. "She's a damn zombie." Lou said in a low tone. "What a load of BS.

"You've gotta be kidding me. Are you high?" He questioned. "Well ummm...I got high last night actually.. BUT THAT AINT IMPORTANT. I mean I ain't a psycho Freddie. Take a look at her. Take a long look man. Her lifeless eyes. Her pale face. The veins, the blood running out her mouth. She's been feeding. I've seen this in movies several times." Lou went by the counter and sat on the floor in front of it. "I think you're a dumb ass still...but you got a point." Freddie couldn't keep his eyes off the bloody corpse. "Even tho I still think it sounds like a load of BS i'm with ya on this man. So let's get this door and glass boarded up.

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30 minutes later---

"Alright man that's it. Now hit the lights." Freddie commanded. "Are there any weapons we could use?" Lou questioned as he turned off all the store lights. "There's always some kind of gun or weapon convenient stores have lying around somewhere. Check behind the counter." "Wait." Lou stopped in his tracks. "We can't just fire guns y'know. We gotta find weapons that'll knock their brains out man. Like a-a blunt object." Lou told him.

The two looked at each other with devilish grins.

"The supply closet." They said together.