Bex Rollins killed her mom.
Tommy killed his dad.
Brought together by fate, Bex and self-named 10k have partnered up to fight the apocalypse together...that is, until 10k teams up with a group headed to California.
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Bex's POV
"Z Weed."
"Nope, I'm out. I'm going to go find 10K."
Murphy places his hand on my shoulder, pulling me back against him. "Don't be such a stick in the mud. Let's have some fun with our lovely hosts." He leans down and whispers, "or I'll tell everyone we are related."
"Fine. Fine!"
"Yes!" Doc says, clapping his hands together. I climb into the back of the car with Doc. Murphy sits in the front with crazy water dude. Soon, we are passing around the coveted grass. Since I've only done this a few times and only when 10K and I got our hands on it in a safe area, my tolerance is way down.
"Shit, girl, go easy on yourself," Doc says, taking the blunt from my hands.
Giggling, I lean back against the seat. Apocalypse? Where?
"You know what? I got stoned with a zombie once," Doc says. I think that's the funniest thing in the world, my laughter turning into a fit of coughing. God, I hope I'm not turning. That would fucking blow. Wait, I'm not bit.
"I swear he caught a buzz, too."
"I think I'm a bit buzzed," I hiccup, covering my mouth, then laughing again.
"Oh honey, you are stoned. We gotta build your tolerance up," Murphy says, taking a drag. "Have you never done this before?"
"I...yeah? Like one..two...three times?" I count on my fingers. "I did it with Killer."
"Killer? Why do you call him that?" Doc asks.
I laugh. "Oh, we just had to put our parents down so we call each other that, though it stuck more for him." I reach for the blunt in Doc's hand but he keeps it out of reach, tsking at me like I'm a child.
"Where'd you say you got this?" Murphy asks the man, holding up his joint.
"An abandoned agro lab in Minneapolis. They use Z's as compost."
"No way!" Doc says, starting to get to the high I seem to be at.
"Z weed," the man reiterates. "I heard they're working on a herbal zombie cure too."
"A lab in Minneapolis, huh?" Murphy says, looking far off.
Someone knocks on the window, scaring the shit out of all of us.
"Be cool. I got this," the man says as if the cops just pull us over. I cover a laugh. "What seems to be the problem officer?"
"Let's go." I recognize the man as the other group's leader. "Now!"
"You aren't my dad!" I whine, being helped out of the car by Doc. I see Warren staring at me like an upset mother. Oh shit, am I in trouble? I had adult supervision.
