Escape The Dead

Chapter 23

Escape The Dead

Chapter 23- The Threatening Hipsters

Everyone was still stuck in the convenience store. The zombies was still banging against the glass door that was barricaded. Jillian stared out the windows into the night sky.

"Hey, guys. We can escape through the back door," Nicole smiled.

"What's with us and back doors?" Jillian said, recalling how back doors are almost always their escape routes.

"I don't know?" Nicole shrugged.

Everyone followed Nicole out the back door. They walked quietly around the store back onto the road. Joe took out the flashlight to light the way. Somehow, during night there aren't that much zombies roaming. They walked up the road for awhile when Zoie and Peyton wasn't feeling so well walking around with zombies. They took shelter at the entrance of the six floored concrete building made for parking. Joe made a fire for them to keep them warm. Nicole took out Gina's phone looking at the time, showing that it's 2:47. Nicole grunted, putting the phone away wanting the day to be over. They passed the time in relative silence, aside from the wailing of zombies on the air. Until a soft whine began to echo out. Everyone glanced back and forth at each other. The acoustic guitar and terrible singing of some indie music began to echo out over the muffled sound of a tiny engine. Zoie popped up and walked over to the street.

"Hey, get back here!" Jillian yelled

"That's a car! Just because they have terrible taste in music doesn't mean we shouldn't talk to them," Zoie said.

Jillian darted out and tried to pull Zoie back. She knew that just because there were other survivors didn't mean they could be trusted. But Zoie wouldn't budge. Then Joe and Peyton came to see. Zoie just smiled and waved as a huge car full of hipsters pulled up beside them.

"Ladies," the driver said.

The driver pantomimed a little tip of his beanie at them as his lanky frame emerged from the car. His awkward movement didn't match the smoothness in his voice. On the other side, a big boned girl stepped out of the passenger seat. She had to keep from laughing when the car raised an inch as the girl got out. In the back seat a tattooed man and a muscular tan guy came out. Then trunk popped open and a very short little dude slowly slid out, circling around in a sluggish shamble as another tall black dude walked out, soon followed by a skinny blonde chick.

"Good to see some living people. We haven't run into anyone else around since we left the house," Zoie said as she approached them.

Beanie guy nodded. "We've got an entire camp. We we're actually out looking for other survivors." His eyes darted over to Big Bones.

She held out a little plastic pack. "You girls must be tired and hungry out here all on your own. Have a piece of a jerky."

Jillian eyed it with an air of caution while Zoie pulled out an exceptionally sized chunk and chomped on it without a second of hesitation. The Jillian glared into Big Bones eyes as she pulled out a little piece and took a bite. The stranger held out the package to Peyton, who held up a hand in refusal.

"Take some, I insist." Big Bones wiggles the bag of beef jerky.

"No." Peyton answered.

Big Bones lips shifted into a smirk. "I see. Don't eat meat?"

"Just not hungry."

Jillian was too busy keeping her eyes locked on Big Bones to realize what was happening behind her. But she couldn't ignore the niggling feeling shooting up her spine; these weird hipsters cared too much about a few pieces of jerky. While the girl was talking to Peyton, she started to reach for her rapier. It wasn't until something cold and metal pressed against the back of her neck that she remembered there was a more than one stranger.

"Now let's not do anything stupid there, missy," Beanie said in an odd gruff voice.

Jillian glanced over; he had a gun pressed into Zoie's back. Jillian growled as she moved her hand away from her rapier.

"That was awful," Big Bones said as she drew out a gun on Peyton.

Jillian wasn't sure where the gun came from, she assumed the girl's folds and flaps. Jillian glanced over to Joe and Nicole who was also hold as hostages by the blonde chick and short dude.

"Hey, we're doing this, so we're going to do this right. Now I have to get back in character," Beanie said.

"I know you're an actor, but that doesn't mean you have to ham up everything," the tatooed stranger said from behind her.

"Ham is important. Hell, it's why were killing them, right?" Beanie said with a big smile. "Eh? Ham? Get it? Because they eat meat?"

No one laughted. They just stared at him like he was an idiot.

"That wasn't funny," the black dude replied.

"Quiet, Brake!" Beanie hissed.

A thousand thoughts ran through Jillian's head. Then a plan formed. "You're killing us because we ate the jerky."

"Yeah." Big Bones had, in Jillian's opinion, a classic big girl smirk. The type of smirk that said she was belligerently socially conscious and politically correct. She coughed into her hand before starting what was clearly a practiced speech. "Veganism is the way of the future. Zombies are your punishment, they are what you carnivores have brought upon this world. The evolution of your terrible ways. While the infection spreads among your trophic level, even the gentlest of herbivores are spared."

"What a bunch of bullcrap," Jillian hissed under her breath. She rolled her sore shoulder and began to execute her plan. "Just shut up and shoot me now. I can't stand listening to any more of this social justice shit. Manatees like you should just learn to shut their gaping blowholes."

"Hey," Brake, the one behind her said slowly, "manatees don't have blowholes."

"My mistake. I guess that makes her a whale," Jillian snapped.

Whale smiled a sinister smile and her eyes narrowed into a slits. "You know what, I'm going to kill you myself. I went to high school with a lot of bitches like you. This is going to be fun. Make sure... are you kidding me? You're going to do that now?"

The strong smell of smoke drifted across Jillian's nostrils. She turned and saw that the tattooed man who had her gun pointed at had a blunt in his mouth.

Poker shrugged. "Eh, this is a tense situation, man. I need to relax."

"You're always relaxed, you idiot," Whale hissed. "Just make sure this one doesn't do anything," she said pointing a thumb at Peyton.

The girl circled around behind Jillian as Poker went to hold Peyton.

"Just curious, how do you even get that large without eating meat? I'm sure vegan cake is all you ever eat, but shouldn't it be fat free? Which you clearly are not." Jillian smirked.

Whale shot her gun into the air. "Keep this up and you'll regret it."

Whale signaled Brake to come over. Jillian smirked. A rich bitch smirk that was met with a big girl smirk as the two stared each other down. Brake placed his gun right behind Jillian's head.

"Uh, Jill, you might want to stop. It wouldn't be wise to keep pissing her off," Joe said.

Jillian just keep staring daggers into Whale's eyes not caring about the gun placed behing her head. Whale stare back with flaming eyes.

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Well, this is a turn over for Jillian. Wonder if Gina and Jack are able to fine them before Jillian gets herself killed.
Stay toon, until next time

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-Realpg13