Hope lead their band of misfits deeper and deeper in the cemetery that bordered the school. As they maneuvered around the gravestones, Celia swore she felt a chill develop in the air.
"MG," Hope instructed, "listen for breathing."
MG nodded, accepting his direction. A moment later, he stopped walking. "Hold on..." his voice trailed off as he concentrated. "I hear something." He turned, beckoning toward Hope. "Shovel."
Quickly he got to work in front of one of the gravestones, digging frantically until a hand shot up from the depths. Except the hand didn't belong to who they were hoping for. Grabbing at MG's ankle, the body of what Celia could only assume was once a human being sat up, rasping and hissing. MG managed to kick away but not before the creature burst from the dirt and clawed his way toward the teens. Penelope acted quickly, burying the blade of her shovel into the zombie's neck. It didn't slow the zombie down at all as he continued to crawl his way toward them. A thought itched in the back of her mind. Something she read or saw once about zombies that she couldn't quite remember.
"That won't work," MG called out exasperatedly.
"I don't see you doing anything, Rick Grimes," Celia complained causing MG to stop dead in his tracks.
"Was that a Walking Dead reference?" His eyes were wide with surprise.
"MG!" Celia called out as the zombie lunged forward. MG turned, falling onto his back and jamming the end of his shovel into the zombie's forehead, causing the being to go limp instantly.
He jumped up, dusting himself off. Not once did he even bother hiding the smug look on his face. "To kill a walker, you gotta go for the brain!" His eyes met Celia's. "Everybody knows that."
"Sorry to break up Comic-Con over there," Penelope groaned, "but we've got more pressing issues." As the two teens turned to rejoin their group, more and more zombies seemed to be emerging from the ground.
Celia tightened her grip on the axe as the four teens were backed into each other. MG was the first to move this time, decapitating one of the zombies and cheering as he did so. "Two-for-two, baby!"
"We can handle the rest, MG." Hope declared. "Just find Josie."
"Right. Got it." MG nodded before vamp-speeding away, leaving the three girls to fend for themselves.
"How do you want to do this?" Hope spared a glance at the two girls behind her. "Magic?" She looked at Penelope.
"Seeing as I don't have the same evolutional advantages as you, I think I'm going to stick with my trust friend here," Celia flipped the axe in her hand.
Penelope agreed. "I say we DIY and pretend they're Lizzie Saltzman."
Hope shrugged. "Works for me." Stepping forward, the tribrid swiped her shovel at a zombie who got too close, slicing its head in half.
"Zombie kill of the week!" Celia joked, trying to make herself feel a little lighter about the fact that she was just about to decapitate a person— a dead person?
She just went for it. Taking her axe, she swung straight for the creatures neck. The blade sliced clean through, sending its head toppling to the ground. She continued to repeat the motion as she worked through the crowd of zombies charging toward her. The motion began to feel habitual as their group slowly followed after MG. Celia felt like a baseball player taking batting practice.
The three girls finally saw MG up head digging at a grave. Celia hoped to the full moon that it was actually Josie this time. How long could someone stay underground?
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