Food for Thought? [Zombie Story]

Food for Thought? (5)

Chapter five

Alex's POV:

I knocked quietly on Aaliyah's door and waited until she answered. "Yees?" I smiled at her, scratching my neck. "Uh, did you wanna do patrol with me?" I asked. 

She looked at me like I had offended her. Did she not want to hang out with me? Did she hate me that much already?

She laughed at my expression, which I assumed was something along the lines of surprised and hurt.  "You don't have to ask to go on patrol, stupid." she said, her tone full of laughter. She stepped out of her room, motioning for me to follow her. 

"Who's leading tonight?" 

I shrugged. "You pick." I really didn't care who lead the patrol, as long as it was done. Not like anything interesting was going to happen, nothing interesting ever happened around here.

She rolled her eyes and continued walking, so I assumed I was leading. 

Aaliyah's POV:

I followed Alex down the empty streets, my eyes looking though the shadows, ready to catch anything that moved. I had my hand resting on my hip holster, which held my knives. 

I didn't know Alex that well, but I'd much rather be here than back at the base with what's-his-name. He annoyed the shit out of me. I clenched my jaw. See, even the thought of him annoyed me. I sook my head and continued on behind him. 

He stopped about two feet later. I tried to look over his shoulder, but I couldn't see. Damn him and his tallness. We stood there four about ten minutes. I couldn't see anything past his tall frame and it bothered me. 

If it was something unimportant, we wouldn't be sitting here for this long. Finally, he moved, walking forwards. As I followed him, all I saw was a circle of dead zombies. There must have been at least fifty or so. What had done this? 

I craned my neck, trying to make out the thing that was in the middle of the mass of zombies. Obviously it was something important, because a second later, Alex went running up to it. I could see him struggling with the effort of picking the thing up, so I walked over to help him. 

As soon as I ould see what he was trying to pick up, I stopped in my tracks. No. That wasn't possable. It couldn't be. Could it? 

I shook my head, trying to clear away the image that was in front of my eyes. This wasn't happening.  There was no way that the person Alex was trying to help up was my best friend. I took a step closer and reached out, touching the fabric of the blue school skirt. 

It was solid. It was real. She was there. She was alive.

I could feel the tears falling from my eyes. She had been gone a year, and now she was back? Was that even possable? I shook my head again, trying one last time to determine if this was a dream. It wasn't. She was still there in front of me and Alex was still looking at me like I was on crack. 

"A-Aaliyah... Are you okay?"

I shook my head, afraid of speaking. 

"Aaliyah... You wanna help me?" 

I blinked and nodded, running over to the bloody body of my best friend and slipped her arm over my shoulder with Alex doing the same on her other side. 

As we made it back to the base and placed her in a room, Alex looked at me. 

"Why were you crying when we found her?" he asked, a hint of concern in his voice. 

I took a deep breath and let it out. 

"That's Crystal,she's my best friend and she's been missing for a year."