Orthodontics in the Zombie Apocalypse

19) The Bloody Adventure Continues (2/2)

"Ugh! This house must've belonged to some grungy, old, single guy with a hairy butt!" I grumble after picking up yet another pair of stained tighty-whities. No women's clothing or antiperspirant or anything. And I still haven't found anything to ensure my panties don't end up looking like a murder scene. Even the toilet paper is the sad thin kind that nobody would want unless it's the last toilet paper in stock during some world crisis like a zombie apocalypse!

"Well, duh. This is a zombie apocalypse." Angel says, making me jump. Apparently I said that last part out loud.

I cross my arms as I turn around. "What do you want?"

She holds her hands up. "Nothing. I say we break into another house and see if they have better...uhhh...supplies for you. And on the way you can tell me what it's like to have a period. I think mine might start sometime soon. I'm a little scared." She pauses, brow furrowing. "Hey, you look a little pale."

I wonder why. It's not like it feels like a rod has been shoved up from my vagina straight to my skull!—Oh wait...yeah, it does. "Any medicine around?" I gasp out. "You want to know the first major thing about periods? The pain sucks." Angel grimaces and darts out in search of something to help the pain. I hear the water in the bathroom turn off, the bathroom door open, and Mikah's unintelligible shout of surprise before Angel comes back proudly bearing a white pill bottle. "Uh...Did you just—?"

Angel holds up a hand. "I don't want to talk about what I saw. I didn't realize he would be getting out right then, so I didn't think it'd be a problem."

I want to ask how he looks, but I feel like this five year-old wouldn't quite understand what I mean.

After swallowing a couple pills with some metallic-tasting water, Angel and I dip out to check out a neighboring house while Mikah continues to look through the stuff at this one. It looks ramshackle enough to not have horribly effective locks. But, unfortunately, electricity still works, and the moment we break a window in, this high-pitched tone starts blaring out in loud, rapid beeps.

"Motherfu—" is all I get out before Angel grabs my arm and tugs me away. We break into a run.

"Think Mikah is smart enough to leave?" she asks.

I glance back. Mikah pops his head out the door, eyes wide, and we make eye contact.

Then the zombie jumps him from above and bites out his throat. I'm just kidding. But we do all notice the zombies closing in from all sides and make a run for it together, and the thing that was most exciting when we made eye contact was that Mikah had the forethought to grab my favorite weapon, this time some straight iron piece from who-knows-where.

"What did you guys do?" Mikah growls as he catches up to us.

"We didn't know it would have such a loud security system!" I shout back, all of us panting and trying to understand each other over the noise.

I feel stabbing and throttling and aching pains through my abdomen as we run, but I do not slow down. No way. If I become a zombie, I refuse to live through my undead existence with entrails constantly stuck in my braces!

We pass plenty of zombies on the way, but they fortunately seem to be more focused on checking out the noise than stopping to eat us.