After All

8 - VESS

Wic and I flop down on our couch when she sits up, like she remembers something.

"I ran over a zombie," she said.

I suddenly stopped and turned pale. "What did you say?" I ask.

"I said I ran over a zombie."

"Don't be ridiculous."

"I'm not kidding. I seriously ran over one."

"I won't believe it till I see it."

She grabs me by the arm and drags me outside, to her car.

She asks me, "Look at my car. Notice anything?"

"It looks... cooooool," I say, with a hesitant tone in my voice.

Her expression changes to disappointment. "Look... closer."

It took me a while, partially because of the fact that Wic was awkwardly staring at me like a creep. Eventually, I noticed the faint tracks of red that ran from the front of the car.

"Is that..." I ask Wic.

"If you think it's blood, then yes it is."

"Are you sure that..."

"Go on."

"...you didn't run over a person?"

"Dammit, Vess. And no, I did not run over a person."

"Hey, have you heard on the news? Gyvan Hinker died in a car crash."

"His legacy will live on forever."

Wic and I walk back into my house when we hear a groaning sound. Like... it's coming from the back of the house.

Vess asks me if I hear the sound she heard. As I resist the urge to say, "Yes because I also have ears," my mouth only utters the first word.

"Maybe it's in your mother's bedroom," Wic says.

"Firstly, stop making excuses to go in there. Secondly, all that was there was a clean bed and a 'Keep Out' sign," I said. I felt like I just prepared a moving speech, if said speech only consisted of two sentences.

"Maybe it's in the garage," she replies.

"Or in the kitchen."

"You know what? We should split and check both rooms."

"Good plan."

"Really?"

"If a plan involved sacrifice of any kind."

"Most plans do."

"You do have a point."

Wic goes off to check the garage, while I check the kitchen.