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A full moon was never a good sign. A blood red full moon was probably an even worse one. A blood red moon on Friday the thirteenth was probably the worst sign anyone could possibly ever imagine. Anyone in their right minds would've been staying home, curled up on their couches, in front of their tvs. Warm and safe from harm. But Los Angeles was not a city known for it's sanity.
"I still don't see why we had to come here," the blonde grumbled, pulling her jacket tighter around herself in an attempt to protect herself from the unusual chill in the air. She hated places like this, the noise, the crowds. She much preferred the quiet, laid back atmosphere of their regular bar. Unfortunately, that was no longer an option that was open to them. Who knew that breaking a bottle across the head of some jerkoff that grabbed your girl's ass and starting a brawl that ended up costing a couple of thousand dollars worth of damage was an offence punishable by a lifelong ban?
"Because it's good to try new things," the shorter girl informed her, looking up at the neon-light name above the door.
"Grey? What the hell kind of a name is that?"
"Oh shush. Why do you have to be so negative?"
They passed the doorman with surprisingly little trouble and soon found themselves situated at the bar. Despite not being dressed like low class hookers, they immediately captured the bartender's attention and were nursing their first drinks of the evening.
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A few drinks and eleven songs that sounded exactly the same to the blonde's ears later, things were starting to wind down, not that they'd ever really picked up to begin with. The fact that the high point in the evening came when Misty had to hold Colby back from beating down some horse-faced bitch with fake boobs, that had swaggered over and tried to kiss Misty without even a word of greeting, didn't say much for the establishment's degree of returnability.
"Baby," Colby whispered, flicking her tongue out to run along the shell of Misty's ear. "Why don't we go somewhere a little more private."
Misty grinned and moved her hand to take the one her girlfriend was none too subtly sliding up the inside of her thigh. "Come on," she said, slipping off her stool and tugging on Colby's hand. "Bathroom's this way."
"Fucking Madison," Ashley growled pushing her way through the crowded bar. She knew that it wasn't Madison's fault that her two hundred dollar jeans were now soaked with cranberry juice, it was the fucktard 'strap that had bumped into her by 'accident' causing her to spill the drink directly into Ashley's lap that was at fault. But Ashley didn't know his name and she had to have someone to blame, it made her feel better.
Ugh, it looks like I'm on my rag She frowned in disgust at the thought of the large dark red patch on the denim as she roughly pushed the door to the bathroom open and stopped in her tracks at the sight of the two girls moving against each other on the couch in the corner.
Great. Another horny couple making out. Suddenly Ashley felt sorry for all those girls who'd walked in on her and her fuck of the night in the very same bathroom. It felt weird and uncomfortable. Her jaw dropped as the blonde moved her head down to the brunette's neck and Ashley found herself coming face to face with…herself? "Holy shit!" she exclaimed breathlessly, causing the other her's eyes to snap open. Suddenly the stain on her jeans didn't seem so important.
Misty froze in shock. She couldn't even feel Colby's mouth working on her neck anymore. All she could see was her…the other her. Oh fuck, not another bad trip. "Colbs?" she said shakily, trying to get the older girl's attention. Colby ignored her and simply continued licking and biting her way down to her cleavage. "Colby!" she said sharply. That got her attention.
Colby's head snapped up, "What?" she groaned in annoyance. Misty could do nothing but nod her head at the other shocked girl in the room.
"Spencer?!?" Ashley gasped when she saw the blonde's face. It left her mouth before she could stop herself. Logically, she knew that it couldn't be Spencer, just like she knew that the brunette under her couldn't be her. She'd just left Spencer sitting at the bar less than a minute ago so it couldn't have been her.
Colby's surprise lasted less than a few seconds before she was overcome by another, much more fun, emotion. Two Mistys and me in the middle. This is like a dream come true. Oooh, I hope it's the one with handcuffs and whipped cream, that one was fun. She smirked and settled back in Misty's lap, she looked at Ashley through heavy lidded eyes and smirked seductively. "Wanna join us?"
Ashley's back stiffened as she contemplated the idea. It's not like it would be cheating cheating, she could just say that she got confused because the girl looked identical to her girlfriend and she had always wondered what it would be like to kiss herself; she was vain like that. Damn, Spence was right, we are hot together. She thought, observing Misty nuzzling her face into Colby's neck. What she wouldn't give to be in the middle of that action. "I-" The door creaking behind her announced the presence of another in the bathroom.
"Ash-" Spencer stopped mid-way as she took in the scene in front of her. "What the hell is this!?!"
Ashley jumped guiltily at the sound of her girlfriends voice, fearing that Spencer would be able to read her impure thoughts. "I didn't do anything!"
Colby blinked, rubbed at her eyes and blinked again, rethinking that last joint she and Misty had shared in the car before entering the club. After a few moments of silence as the four girls processed the situation, Colby was the one to finally break the silence. "This is so hot!"
Misty frowned, Spencer glared at her doppelganger and Ashley nodded in agreement but before another word could be uttered a piercing scream ripped through the air.
Colby immediately hopped up, her hand flying to the small of her back and resting on the comforting weight of her 9mm.
"What the fuck was that?" Misty asked rhetorically, following suit.
Ashley protectively held Spencer back as their doubles cautiously approached the door. It sounded like there was a riot happening on the other side of the thin barrier. Screams, crashes, yelling, all muffled by the thin wood.
Sharing a nod with Misty, Colby wrapped her fingers around the door handle and carefully pulled it back a few inches, just enough for them to catch a glimpse of the horrific sight in front of them. It was enough to turn even the most hardened criminal's stomach.
"What's going on?" Spencer asked in concern when the two gangbangers quietly drew their heads back and shut the door, exchanging worried looks as they backed away from the exit.
"I don't know," Misty said, her brown eyes wide with fear. "It's like Night Of The Living fucking Dead out there!"
"What?"
"Zombies! They're running amok out there, chowing down on people like they were Scooby Snacks!"
"Zombies? You've got to be kidding me." Ashley said flatly, not believing her for a second. She moved to go for the door and see for herself, "This is bull-"
Before she could finish her sentence the door flew open, crashing loudly against the wall and a tall, dark haired male with blood dribbling from his mouth and glowing red eyes, charged at Misty and Colby, growling savagely.
Ashley yelped and jumped back into Spencer's arms as Misty and Colby acted in unison, whipping their guns from where they were concealed under their clothes and opening fire on the creature as it leapt at them.
Luckily, one of the bullets managed to nail the animated, brain hungry corpse right behind the eyes, traveling through it's skull and causing irreparable damage to it's brain. The zombie tumbled to the ground, silent and unmoving.
Ashley's eyes widened as she looked down it's blood covered face and recognized it's distorted features.
"Oh my God! You killed Aiden!" She exclaimed in horror, looking to Spencer for her to finish the rest of the catchphrase but the younger girl simply shrugged indifferently.
"Actually, he was a zombie," Misty pointed out, stepping over the body of the former basketball player as she helped Colby move the couch they'd been making out on less than twenty minutes ago, to block the door and keep out anymore unwelcome visitors. "So technically he was already dead."
"Yeah, he was undead," Colby chimed in. Giving the couch a finally push against the door, she stood back and admired her work.
"No, he wasn't. He was the living dead; the undead are vampires, not zombies."
Colby frowned at her girlfriend and slumped down on to the couch. "What's the difference? They're both walking around biting people when they should be six feet under."
Misty tilted her head and was about to start into a long monologue on the difference between vampires and zombies -finally, all those years of watching Buffy were about to pay off!- when Spencer snapped. "Um, hello! Now is so not the time for this, people are dying out there and we happen to be trapped in here!" she said, her voice so shrill it made even Ashley wince.
"She's right." Ashley agreed, putting a comforting arm around her girlfriend's shoulders. "We have to get out of here."
"We need an escape route." Colby stood and started looking around the unusually large bathroom. "Do you think we could squeeze through that?" She pondered out loud, meandering over to stand under a small window.
"I don't even know if it'll open." Ashley informed her, leaving her girlfriend's side to join the other blonde. "Give me a boost?" Colby was going to protest, but thought the better off it when something collided heavily with the barricaded door. Sighing, she linked her fingers together and bent down for the girl to step on to. "It's stuck!" Ashley growled, giving the glass a hard slap, "I need something to lever it open."
While her girlfriend and double tended to the task of unblocking their escape route, Spencer stared down at Aiden. She should feel bad, he used to be her friend but she didn't, he'd gone and ruined it all on Prom night and she couldn't help but feel complete apathy towards the fact that his once perfect body was now riddled with bullet holes and missing large chunks of flesh where the zombies had snacked on him.
With a quick glance to make sure noone was paying any attention to her, Spencer delivered a sharp kick to the corpse's ribs. A small smirk spread across her face, she'd been wanting to do that for the longest time. That's what you get for messing with my girlfriend…Bitch! She looked up to see Misty looking at her with raised eyebrows, and simply shrugged. That seemed to be explanation enough for the brunette who returned the shoulder movement and went back to reloading her gun.
"Got it!" Ashley cried triumphantly, swinging the formerly jammed window open and hoping down from Colby's hands.
"Took you long enough." The blonde complained, shaking out her sore fingers on one hand and taking her pocket knife back with the other. That experience would've been way more enjoyable if Ashley had been wearing a skirt.
"I didn't see you volunteering to do it." Ashley shot back.
"I should go first." Misty stepped in to cut off the budding argument. She seen Colby beat people down for less and now was not the time for a chick fight.
"Why do you get to go first?" Ashley argued. She was upset, scared, confused and little bit horny, so she did what she always did when she felt any of those emotions; acted like a stubborn bitch.
"Because there might be more of them out there and I have the gun."
Ashley's eyes widened at the possibility of more zombies lurking outside the building, "Good point, you should go first."
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Once Misty had clambered out the window and given them the all clear, the three remaining girls agreed on the order. Ashley would go next, followed by Spencer and Colby.
"Thanks," Ashley grunted to Misty once she'd finished dragging her through the small opening by her hands. She stood from the dirty ground and attempted to brush the dirt from her clothes. Of course she chose that night to wear a white top.
Out of the corner of her eye, Ashley spotted a metal pipe propped against the side of the building and picked it up, taking a few practice swings to acclimate herself to the weight of it. It was heavier than it looked but she supposed that was a good thing considering she intended to use it to bash in the heads of the undead…living dead, whatever.
Soon they were joined in the alleyway by Spencer and Colby.
"We have to get to my car." Colby said, looking out from the mouth of the alleyway to the parking lot. By her count, she could see six zombies wandering aimlessly around the now mostly deserted space, hoping to catch the scent of human brains. "There's only a couple of them, we can make it."
"Why can't we take my car?" Ashley complained, she'd spent way too much money on that Porsche to leave it behind. What if the zombies got hungry and decided to make a meal of her leather seats?
Colby stared her down. "We're taking my car." She turned her back on the three and eject the clip from her gun, checking the level of ammunition, unlike Misty she wasn't carrying an extra clip with her and was down to her last four bullets. She swore under her breath and shoved the clip back into the gun with a satisfying click. "Let's go."
Colby and Misty lead the way, shooting any zombie that came too close for comfort, for the sake of efficiency and conserving their ammunition, they aimed for the head rather than the body, knowing that that was the easiest way of putting the vile creatures down.
"I told you that we were meant to be," Ashley said in a hushed tone to Spencer, one hand squeezing the younger girl's hand, the other tightly wrapped around the metal pipe. If any of those zombie freaks came near her Spencer they were going to be getting a face full of lead. The only person that was going to be eating Spencer was her.
Spencer frowned in confusion, her brain wasn't exactly functioning on it's highest level. "What do you mean?"
"Look at them," Ashley nodded to Misty and Colby. "They're clearly together."
"So, what does that have to do with us?" Or even it's medium level.
Before Ashley could answer, Colby called out that they had arrived at her vehicle and her attention was effectively distracted. "Hey, it's the Starsky and Hutch car!" she exclaimed, running her eyes over the red and black 1975 Gran Torino.
Colby quickly opened the trunk and withdrew two pump action shotguns and a box of ammunition, handing one gun off to Misty who immediately began loading the weapon.
"What about us?" Ashley whined, upset at being left out of the action. "Don't we get a gun?"
Colby looked up with an amused expression, her hands continuing to automatically load the weapon in her hands. She had come a long way from being the girl who botched her first hold up. "No." Without flinching she turned and blasted away a zombie that was sneaking up behind her.
"Why not?" Ashley pouted.
"Do you really need us to answer that?" Misty asked, stepping away from the car with her shotgun in hand as Colby slammed the trunk shut.
Spencer's eyes nervously darted around the open area, carefully checking the shadows for any lurking flesh eaters and she huddled closer to the Ashley who, despite the fact that she was still sulking about not receiving a firearm, instinctively wrapped her arm around her. Other me gets a gun, why can't I have one? It's not like it's hard. You just point and shoot. This is so not fair. Whatever, at least I still have my pipe.
Colby unlocked the passenger side door and threw it open, she leaned down and pulled the front seat forward. "Get in, if you actually want to live," she sighed, leaning against the door and tapping her foot impatiently.
Ashley bit down on her bottom lip and sucked it into her mouth, running her eyes the length of Colby's body. Fuck, she was hot. She was Spencer but with a few shades darker hair and about hundred times more badass and domineering. Mmmm, she can order me around any day. Spencer saw the look on Ashley's face and knew exactly what it meant, balling her fist up she gave her girlfriend a hard -well, hard for Spencer- punch to the arm.
"Ow!" Ashley yelped, taking her eyes off Colby and focusing on Spencer, her face fixed in a wounded pout as she rubbed at the sore spot on her arm. "What did I do?"
Spencer gave her a dirty look and pushed her toward the open door. "Just get in the car."
Once the girls were piled into the backseat, Colby flipped the front seat back into place with a little more force than necessary, set her gun down across the dashboard, and climbed in. Choosing to climb over the gearbox into the drivers seat than to bother walking around to the other side of the car. She stuck the key in the ignition and twisted, the car roared to life as Misty threw herself into the passenger seat and slammed the door shut behind her. The engine purred powerfully as the car began to move slowly as Colby tried to negotiate the minefield of fallen bodies. The last thing she wanted was guts stuck on the wheels, she'd just had her rims shined.
"Who are you guys anyway?" Ashley asked the question that had been playing on her mind from the moment she found a copy of herself being mauled by a Spencer clone.
"We're you from the future." Colby deadpanned. "We've been sent back in time to save you from the zombies."
"Really?" Spencer asked eagerly, fascinated. She wondered what could've happened for her to turn into such a hardassed bitch.
"No," Misty said gently, giving her girlfriend a disapproving look before turning in her seat to address the couple in the backseat. "I'm Misty and that's my girlfriend, Colby. Don't mind her, she's a little bit crazy." Colby hit the breaks hard, the sudden stop sent Misty slamming hard against the dashboard. "Jesus Christ on a fucking pogo stick, Colbs! I didn't mean it like that!"
"Sorry baby, but that's not why I stopped," Colby said slowly, gesturing vaguely at the view in front of the windscreen. All four girl's jaws dropped in horror. Illuminated by the Torino's headlights and blocking the parking lot's only exit was a small army of the living dead, all in various stages of decay, some even missing limbs.
It was Misty who squealed the question that was everyone's minds. "What the fuck is this!?!"
TBC
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