It only takes two months to figure out everything you need to know about Jameson Mathews. One; he's smart. Two; he's evil. Combine those two things and you get what I like to call a witch... With a 'b.'
It also only takes two months of scavenging empty stores for food and water to realize that it's time to leave. We'd been waiting and inevitably zombie-shopping, but found no evidence of our friends.
"Yo, Special Ed!" Jameson thought he was clever when he discovered that my first name's initials put together spelled out Ed.
I groaned in response.
"Are you ready?" His question, in other circumstances, could've been viewed as kind and concerned, but were anything but as he screamed them in my ear. So much for the quiet one.
I unleashed another groan and picked up my bag filled with two outfits, dried fruit and "girl things." His name for tampons made me wish I could still send him into the store and make him go through the bagging lane with the cashier giving him that smile.
"You know if you groan too much, I might mistake you for a zombie and kill you." His face was stony but his eyes danced with laughter and something else I couldn't quite place.
"Well, Watson, that would be very unfortunate seeing how I know the way to Florida and you do not." Yeah, I was the driver on this road trip.
He rolled his eyes and began loading up the truck.
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We left right as the sun was at it's highest point in the sky. It was silent until we reached the Arkansas border.
"You know, I could really go for some Justin Timberlake right about now." He voiced his thoughts and I pretended like I didn't hear him. Another two minutes past until I broke out into my own rendition of 'Suit and Tie,' which included both jazz fingers and the 'sprinkler.' Well, I did the 'sprinkler' to the best of my abilities because I was driving. Jameson began throwing papers and cups around until he found an abandoned CD case.
"Oh, yeah. This is perfect." He shoved an unmarked CD into the player and cranked the volume dial up.
"AND I, WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU!" His voice echoed off the closed windows and nearly left me deaf. I struggled to turn down the volume and almost veered off the road.
"Nope," he said popping the 'p', "you're driving. You can't press the buttons.
He thought he was cute.
"Nope, I'm driving. YOU can't press the buttons." I gave him a look, challenging him to disobey me. He reached for the eject button and I made a large swerve on the road.
"WHAT THE HECK, E.D.! ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL US?" The way he screamed just tickled my insides. Heh, take that. I smirked.
"Don't touch the buttons."
He pouted for half an hour before deciding to get even with me.
"Pull over. I have to pee." He smirked this time.
"Hold it." Yeah, I had clever responses.
"Hmm, I don't think I can." His smirk got bigger. I waited. He began unzipping his pants.
"NO! I'll pull over, just give me a second." I sighed in relief as I heard the zipper again. It's not that I hadn't seen one of those before, I just... Okay, I'd never seen one of those but I wasn't about to ruin my reputation now.
I slowly pulled over and checked for zombies. Nada. I told him so and let him get out of the truck alone.
Seconds become minutes, and after about ten minutes, I decided to get out and see what was up. I began to tiptoe around my side of the truck and as I reached the bumper, I poked my head around the corner. What I found left me momentarily breathless. Jameson had taken his shirt off and was practicing home-made karate moves behind the vehicle. The sun glanced off his shining biceps. Either he sweated beautifully or I hadn't been around very many sweaty people lately. Definitely the latter.
I stepped out from behind the car and glared at him as well as I could.
"What the heck are you doing?" He stopped mid-pose and grinned.
"Well, we'd been driving for a long time and I need to stretch my muscles so I decided, why not now?" His voice got higher with every word and I struggled to keep from laughing.
"Oh really. Well, you must've missed it then." I smiled evilly.
"Missed what?" He drew out the words curiously.
"'Karate With Kathrine' was actually last week, but I'm sure your clientele won't mind if it's this week instead."
Oh, did I not mention that Jameson's middle name was Katherine? Oops.
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Life After Death Chapter 1
Ficção Geral*ZOMBIE STORY* Editha Gareth is alive. Seeing as it's the zombie apocalypse, that's an accomplishment. She lives with her 'safety group' until they are split by a zombie attack. She ends up with Jameson Mathews, a guy she's known for forever buy...
