"Count 'em."

"What? No."

"Just do it. It makes it more fun." Chev said, turning his attention away from his scope to his younger sister, who was preoccupied with her phone, sitting on a lawn chair.

The two siblings were stationed on a rooftop of a Convenient, overlooking the small commercial district of their town. Below them were some sixty zombies, scattered across the area. They wandered aimlessly, mouths agape, groaning. Their ghastly appearance and their numbers were their only form of intimidation. For the most part, they were slow, and as dumb as doorknobs. The fast ones were the ones to worry about.

"Honestly, who do you text? There's no texting in the zombie apocalypse."

Lacy looked up from her phone and at her brother, who was leaning against the edge of the two foot high concrete wall, his hunting rifle still pointing towards the street. "Angie." She said flatly.

"No shit. She's still alive, good for her. She's so damn loud I'm surprised she doesn't have an army after her."

Lacy scoffed at her brother's remark. "She's with her two brothers and other people."

Chevy returned his attention to his scope. "That's why she's alive. Every teenager who has played any zombie game or watched the movies are sure to live. Her two brothers were well prepared." Chev aimed his rifle at a lady who was rather large. She wore a torn white shirt that was stained in blood. Her skin was blue and her jawbone was exposed. "Hey Lace, check this one out. Fat chick, seventy yards away at ten 'o' clock by Rudy's Meats."

"I'd rather not, I already know what's gonna-"

BAM!

She was cut off by the sound of her brother's gun. They both dropped to the floor of the roof, in order to avoid detection by the other zombies.

"Got her, count it up sis." He whispered over to his sister.

"Ass, I wasn't ready. I almost cracked my phone."

"Like you didn't know it was coming." Chev retorted.

After a few more minutes of hiding, the two resumed their previous positions.

"Look, a few of the zombies that were close to the fat chick started to eat her. Cool."

"I refuse, why must you always come up here and do this?" Lacy asked.

"I'm just th-"

"I know, just thinning the herd. Why don't we just leave this place?" She said, cutting her brother off.

Chev was silent for a few seconds, actually thinking on this one. He looked back at his sister, the midday sun beat down on her dark brown hair and fair skin. Her sunglasses hid her eyes but he knew she was giving him that look. That look that reminded him so much of their mother.

He gave a sigh. "Take a good look around. This is what it looks like everywhere. No place is safe, not even our own home. I know you're seventeen and at this point in your life you think you know everything and what's best, but I'm the one in charge. Have I ever had an error in judgment? Have I put you in any danger to date? I'd love to leave Lace, but that means we have too start over. We can't do that yet." He paused, noticing that Lacy crossed her arms and turned away. "Lace, come on." Chev got up and walked over to her, putting his hand on her shoulder. She put her hand up to her forehead. Her brother spun her around to face him and he hugged her. "It's not so bad. We can do whatever we want now, hell we could get a bigger house if we wanted."

She put her arms around him now, some tears escaped her and rolled down her cheeks. "I hate this." She managed to say, holding back as many tears as she could.

Chev wiped the remaining tears from her face and pulled away. "Come on kid, lets go home. Maybe we can go shopping some time this week and meet up with Ang."

Lacy sniffled a bit. "That sounds nice." She said softly.

"You okay?"

"For now."

"Alright, we'll go home in one minute, let me just take care of something." Chev went back to the ledge and reached inside a satchel that housed his ammo and other weapons. His hand retracted, revealing a grenade, with a small recording device crudely taped to it. He checked to see if the group of zombies were still feeding then pressed PLAY on the device, pulled the pin and let soar.

"Hey, hey, hey! Zombies, check this out! Fresh meat!" The recorder blared as it sailed towards the zombie pack. The grenade bounced a bit on the ground before the zombies. They ran to it, trying to see where the voice was coming from. "Hahahahahah." The recording laughed maniacally, "Got ya!" Some other zombies surrounded it, bringing the total to six.

BOOM! SPLAT! Critical hit. Blood and body parts covered the area.

"Alright lets go sis." Chev grabbed his satchel, strapped his gun around his back, and folded the lawn chair that Lacy used and carried it as well. They walked to the back of the roof and used a pipe to slide down to the ground, where the car was waiting. They packed up and drove off, leaving no trace of them, minus the dead zombies.