Short stuff series

Zombies (MA15+)

~ zombie apocalypse yah yeet ~

Everyone expects zombie apocalypses to so serious and devastating. In reality it's not that scary.

Yeah sure never being able to stay in the one spot is a little terrifying but after nine years of dealing with zombies, the world just kinda got used to it.

Take me for example. My name was Robin MooreHeart. I was sixteen when the outbreak started and now I'm twenty five and travelling by foot through the destroyed and mangled streets of New York.

I was originally in Columbus but.. life happens and I travelled. I used to travel with my friend who lived next door but he was bitten by a zombie and put a bullet in his skull. Enough said.

Right now, I had to find a store with food and fucking tampons. I hate being a woman.

So here I am, walking through the streets, shotgun over my shoulder, two pistols strapped to my belt with a small pistol stashed in my boot for safe keeping.
I had a wide brimmed leather hat on with sunnies, blue overalls with a red flannel around my waist and a black sports bra on. My feet covered with tatty and disgusting brown boots.

I was a walking yeehaw.

In my head I looked pretty badass as I entered the first store I could see.

I had double checked the store was empty before grabbing an abandoned backpack that was on the floor and pushing all the cans into the bag, along with the pads, liners, tampons and even a box of condoms just cause.

The door to the shop opened and I immediately ducked. It must've been a fucking zombie. What else would it be?

I crawl to the side of the isle and see the shadow of the zombie go to walk behind me. He was literally on the other side of the isle I was pressed against.

I grabbed my shotgun and slowly moved to the other side of the isle before thwacking the zombie in the legs, knocking him over.

"Oh ow!" The zombie said as it fell to the floor, the wind being knocked out of it.

Wait.

Zombies can't talk.

"Who are you!" I ask the figure who was still on his stomach.

My shot gun was aimed at his head.
"Jesus shit! Chill out! My name is Liam!" He shouts. I move my gun and let him roll onto his back.

He had shaggy blonde hair and brown eyes with dirt coating his neck and bare arms. He wore a blue singlet with black jeans and a pair of tattered boots. He had a backpack that he had dropped before I attacked him.

"How can I trust you?" I say going back into my isle to grab my new bag.

"Because I'm a fucking human. How can I trust you?"

"Because I'm also a fucking human" I say zipping the bag closed and swinging it over my shoulders.

He laughs and grabs his bag before unzipping it to place some some items into it.
"That's fair enough" he says continuing to stuff his bag.

"Have you gotta place to crash?" He asks me as I walk behind the counter to grab all the lighters and matches left in the draws.

"No I haven't. I'm more of a wonderer in all honesty." I say sniffing the lighter before placing it into the bag.

"Well do you wanna come join me and the refugees?"

"Um nah I'm all good dude" I say chucking my hat somewhere. It was pissing me off.
I grab a water bottle off the side of the stand and start to fill it up at the sink inside the open staff room.