Z: In The Heart of the Queen City

Chapter 7

Okay, okay, this was not the right time to gape at someone but you got to forgive a girl for leaving her mouth open when prince charming just saved your life. I mean wow, when he jumped off that Starex in that white v neck while still holding the rifle I just swore to God the angels opened the doorway to heaven.

Oh God, maybe I was dead and he was like St. Peter or something.

“Are you okay?” He came close but backed off a bit as if he was scanning me or something. Or maybe he was checking me out, a girl can dream right? Come on guys this was the apocalypse and every minute could be my last. Then I realized he was scanning for any bite wounds and didn't want to come any closer. He was doing it a little meticulously of course, maybe not wanting to offend me. A minute passed then he knelt in front of me. “I saw that thing with the grenade” He said. “That was smart,” he had a European accent that wasn't British. It took me a moment to realize that I was a total loss for words. This hot dude looked totally familiar, well one thing's for sure he had a sexy Dutch accent (oh so that's it, I kinda recognized it from somewhere) and he had slightly perfectly curled ash blonde hair with striking blue eyes that matched the sky. He was strangely familiar. Then I snapped out of my trance and put my hands over my mouth.

“Martin De Wolff!” I blushed, he was a rising star in the Soccer World. Having scored the highest in the FIFA U-19 years back. He was probably my age now and he started playing for the Netherlands national team as a midfielder. Although Martin didn't start, I did see him play against Spain and Costa Rica. 

“Isn't it almost Champion's League?” I whispered trying to hide the excitement on my voice. Martin looked at me like I was crazy for asking that question (well it was kinda inappropriate considering the situation). “Yeah, so?” He answered a little annoyed. I raised an eyebrow, okay it's one thing to save someone's life but you cannot be rude to another human being who around 24 to 48 hours ago just ordered herself the new FIFA 2k15 kit and charged this to her next paycheck, then the reality of me never having to play games and be in total couch potato mode suck in.

Not to mention I made a bet with Allen on who'd be champion, but we all know what happened to him.

We spent another minute just looking at each other (God he was cute even though he wasn't smiling and I could totally see the canine tooth peeking through his lips) then I felt the pain in my leg shoot up my whole body. I grimaced in pain and went off balance.

Martin knelt in front of me and raised my pant leg, I really mean it ladies and gents Martin Fucking Wolff who scored that Beats by Dre commercial with Cesc Fabregas was totally touching my leg. But it didn't matter because I had the ugliest road rash ever, I couldn't even bring myself to look at it. “It looks bad,” Martin said. I bit my lip hard, I wonder how many people died from their injuries today? Well at least I didn't die a zombie. “We need to get some antibiotics for that” Martin said helping me up. “The hospital's just a few blocks from here” He added as I managed to get on my feet. “Holy shit,” I felt the blood trickle from my face. I was hit pretty hard by that goddamn motorcycle, oh well, so much for looking like Resident Evil's Alice, that bitch never got dirty.

Then I remembered in one fleeting moment. Jaycee.

I began to run, ignoring the pain in my leg as I frantically searched for Jaycee. I spotted him 20 feet way, in a struggle with a few survivors. They seemed to have all spotted the same Camaro and started fighting over it, Jayce you idiot! This isn't fucking Transformers! Bumblebee can't save us!

Then something horrifying happened; the doors of a nearby strip club opened releasing a horde of stripper zombies. Jaycee had his back on them but as soon as one of the people screamed he turned around and climbed on top of the car. “Come on!” I motioned Martin, he held onto his rifle and half dragged half helped me move. The commotion seemed to awaken other stripper zombies from nearby night clubs and to my horror, more bouncer zombies came out. Now you see Mango Avenue is a place sprawling with these sort of places, it usually came alive every weekend nights.

Now in the middle of Monday it was alive again, only this was alive with the certain, uhm, undead scene. Now I don't regret giving up partying.

I dove for a pistol that was held by a decapitated hand. I stuck my tongue out in disgust, Martin was already in the opposite end shooting at what he could. I shook my head, the apocalypse and Martin De Wolff was a strange combination I had hoped he was alive after this so I could ask him how he ended up here.

Then I swallowed, maybe I should be worried about myself too.

A zombie had jumped on top of the Volkswagen bug behind me, I was startled that I fell back and shot it immediately. I studied the thing, it was wearing fishnet stockings and it's blouse was torn off revealing one bitten boob. I wanted to puke again so I swallowed hard. Then another two came on opposite directions I had no choice but to go Mission Impossible on the cars. I went for the small hatchback first it collided with a Camry so I had no problem sliding in the middle making zombie no. 1 caught up in the bumpers. A few others appeared and although my leg protested I pushed myself to run. I fired all my shots already to the incoming horde.

Damn, one zombie lunged and I threw myself to the side walk. “Hey! Use this!” It was Martin, he made one quick kick to an X Generation Pistol towards me, I caught it and shot the fucker in the forehead. Martin went to where I was giving me the same look Chris did when I head banged the zombie back in the office. “Shit, that was...awesome.” He said and I smiled at him. I quickly dropped to my knees knowing the pain in my leg wasn't going away. I looked over and saw Jaycee coming over, that idiot seemed to be lucky, he managed to escape the mass struggle in the strip club area. A lot of people were losing there was just too much of them. I turned my head to him, we were a few feet away from chaos and the scene was just too much to bear. But Jaycee was still holding something in his hand, a grenade. “Wait! There are still people in there!” I tried to stop him, I still had a thread of humanity left you know. But it was too late, he bit off the cap and threw it like a baseball. Without waiting for the impact we made our way to the left road, then when it exploded we all fell to our knees and rolled across the slope.

The explosion caused a tremor then I saw Martin and Jaycee laying on each side and then the scaffolding of a nearby building fell on us.

Then everything went black.