Zombies Happened

Chapter 6

He pulled his knife out of a zombie’s skull and turned to face Stacy. “I’m Matt,” he said, wiping the blade on his pants.

“Stacy,” she replied, nodding in acknowledgment. “Thanks for the save,” she added, gesturing to the fallen zombies.

“No problem,” Matt said with a grin. “So, what’s the story? What brings you to the most crowded store in town during a zombie apocalypse?”

“I’m looking for my dad. He went out for supplies, and it’s not the safest time. I need to find him and get him home,” she said, her gaze darting around the store. “Mr. Wilson!” she called out, her frustration growing as she searched for the man she’d lost track of. “Where did he go?”

“You mean the short, chubby guy who was hanging behind you? He bolted the moment the fighting started,” Matt said, a smirk playing on his lips. Stacy cursed under her breath. “I swear, I’m going to have to kill that guy.”

“Whoa, let’s not add to the body count,” Matt said, his smile fading. "Look, this guy, he was my parents' neighbor, he was umm bit on his arm and I need to keep an eye on him," she said as she began scanning the area.

Matt let out a snort, "Great, cause we don't have enough shit to worry about!"

“Excuse me?” Stacy shot back, her patience wearing thin. “I need to find Mr. Wilson and my dad and then get home. I don’t need you telling me how to handle it.”

Matt chuckled, shaking his head. “You think your place is going to be safe? Look around, Stace. There’s no real safety anywhere.”

Stacy’s frustration boiled over. “My house is the safest place in this town. You saved me, and I’m grateful, but I don’t need a lecture from you.”

As she moved down the aisles, inspecting the fallen, Matt followed closely. A voice called out from behind one of the shelves. “Matt, that’s her! That’s the woman I was telling you about—she lives in that wicked house up on the mountain.”

A young guy, no older than 21, stepped into view. “I’m Jesse. You went to school with my brother, James—the football douche?” he said in a single breath.

Stacy recognized him vaguely but couldn’t place him. “Hi, Jesse. Have you seen my dad? I really need to find him.”

Jesse’s eyes lit up with eagerness. “Can we come with you? We’ll help out, I promise. We’ll pull our weight. Please!”

Before Stacy could respond, Matt intervened. “Calm down, Jesse. Stace, there’s four of us now. Your house is the safest option. With more people, we can secure it better. What do you think?”

Stacy weighed her options, feeling the weight of exhaustion and frustration. “Fine, you can come,” she said firmly. “But this is my home, and you’ll follow my rules. Got it?”

Jesse and Matt nodded, relieved. “But first,” Stacy said, taking a deep breath, “we need to find my dad.” Exhaustion set in, and it wasn’t even noon yet.

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