In Motion || Chapter One
One Hour Earlier.
It was a grey and dreary day.
"Hey, I thought you filled the tank!" Wichita said to Columbus while checking the fuel tank, "It's almost empty!"
Columbus looked around and realized that she was talking to him, "Uh, I, um.. I thought Tallahassee was going to fill up the gas."
"No... I specifically remember it being your turn to fill up the gas." Wichita said, turning her attention to Columbus with her arms crossed.
"But Tallahassee was driving. And I think... I think i must've fell asleep or something." Colubus looked down at his feet. "I'm sorry."
Wichita sighed. Great, now we have no gas thanks to him, even though Columbus didn't mean too. Still, this is a problem.
"Fine," Columbus snapped his head back when hearing Wichita speak, "I'm pretty sure I saw a gas station about a few miles away from here. I'll go with Little Rock and fill up. I think the gas we have will last us, but until then just wait here with Tallahassee. He's been more irritating that usual. You got that?"
"Yeah. Be careful, Wichita."
"Ay! I said be careful with that! And watch your aiming!" Tallahassee's yell turned into a mutter, "Almost shot me, little motherfu-"
"Then why are you standing in front of where I am shooting?" Columbus retorted back.
They were currently fending themselves from a hoard of zombies that had been stowing away in the second floor of the motel. Wichita and Little Rock had still not come back.
"Well unlike you, spitfuck, I actually have to balls to face these damn things instead of hiding behind a damn sofa." Tallahassee said while shooting a zombie with a head-shot.
"Hmph," Columbus pouted from his hiding spot. It's not Columbus's fault he was actually precautious. One bite from these motherfuckers and your gone.
Besides, ever since they arrived at Motel Marz yesterday Columbus hasn't been feeling like his normal self. He's been drowsier than normal. Last night he had the watch shift, so Columbus had been up all night, and now he was fighting damn zombies after not getting even an hour of sleep.
"How many more do you think there are?" Columbus shouted to Tallahassee who was enjoying his time destroying the zombies.
"I'd say we got most of 'em, only a few left, lets have some fun with these bitches!" Tallahassee dropped his gun and grabbed a shovel he had been keeping lying on the floor.
"Are you sure about this, maybe we should just get this over with-" Columbus watched from behind the sofa as Tallahassee beat the crap out of the zombies with a big smile on his face not even hearing Columbus.
Columbus sighed and slumped behind the couch, running his free hand through his hair. Why am I so tired, he thought to himself. Maybe if I just closed my eyes for a minute; Tallahassee can handle those zombies by himself.
Columbus leaned his head against the back of the sofa and closed his eyes. After not more than a minute, he slightly opened his eyes to make sure he wouldn't fall asleep, and heard a growling noise to the right of him.
Right next to Columbus was a fatass zombie just standing there with drool coming from its mouth. He thought maybe if he stayed still maybe he would be fine. There was an awkward silence for a moment while Columbus tightened his grip on his rifle, when the zombie let out a horrible sounding growl and moved in towards Columbus.
Columbus jerked up holding his gun with his finger on the trigger. He aimed and... click.
"Shit," Columbus silently exclaimed; he was out of bullets.
By this time the zombie had come within a few feet of Columbus, who held out his gun sideways to try to block the zombie. The zombie was struggling to get to Columbus who was now trying to swing his gun at the zombie like a bat, but it didn't hold it off for long.
"Hahaha, take that bitches!" Tallahassee gloated from across the room impaling the shovel the the zombies head.
Columbus thought this would be the perfect opportunity to ask Tallahassee for some help to protect him from the man-eating undead monster that was trying to kill him.
"Tallahassee! Um, a little help over here!" Tallahassee looked over from his spot standing on top the dead zombie and saw the stupid spitfuck cowering in a corner swinging his gun aimlessly at a zombie.
"Aw shiiit. C'mon kid, what the hells the matter wit you!" Tallahassee ran, grabbed his gun, locked and loaded it, and continued moving towards the zombie and Columbus.
"Just shoot it for God's sake!" Columbus screamed as the zombie came closer to him. Columbus shoved his gun in the zombie's mouth but that didn't slow him down much.
"Will 'ya stop yer movin'!" Tallahassee said trying to get a clear shot.
"Holy shit, Tallahassee! Fucking shoot it!" Columbus was starting to panic as the zombie's mouth came inches from his own flesh.
BANG!
The zombie fell onto the floor, almost bringing Columbus with him. Columbus broke free and quickly stumbled around and away from the zombies body and ran behind Tallahassee for safety.
"Pesty little fuck," Tallahassee said observing the zombie twitch a little while still on the floor, so Tallahassee delivered the final blow from his rifle. double tap.
Columbus fell to the floor and took a huge breath of relief.
"What in the hell were you doin'?" Tallahassee turned around to yelled to Columbus.
Columbus was still trying to catch his breath, "Look," he took in a breath of air, "I ran out of ammo." Columbus showed him his gun was empty.
"You could'a been killed 'cause you can't fight off one pansy ass zombie!" Tallahassee was walking towards Columbus now but only to make sure he was alright, "Now, I know your a flimsy little spitfuck, but you usually do better than that."
"Thanks for your concern," Columbus said sarcastically, "We should've just killed the damn zombies right away, but you had to go and make this some sort of fucking recreational thing," Columbus said that a little more harshly than usual.
Tallahassee took no offense from Columbus, but he did notice that Columbus was a little edgy, "Hmph, well isn't it someones time of the month."
Columbus looked at Tallahassee incredulously.
"Y-you think this like some- some kind of game!" Columbus stood up agrily, "Well guess what? It's not a game, it's life or death. It's about survival. You might want to gamble your life, but don't gamble mine!"
Tallahassee just stared at Columbus amusingly. He's grown a pair since they've first met, he'll give him that.
"Alright, kid, calm down," Tallahassee put his hand on Columbus's shoulder, "lets get outta this shit hole and wait outside for the girls to get back."
Columbus just nodded, recovering from his outburst. Even he himself didn't expect that.
As they were walking, Tallahassee noticed that Columbus was a little more pale than usual and had dark bags under his eyes. Also, Columbus was dragging his feet and his hands were shaking.
It wasn't that odd for feeble Columbus, but it wasn't his usual behavior either.
Tallahassee didn't think too much of it because a few minutes after waiting outside, the girls had arrived with the truck and a full tank of gas.
I love Zombieland, and I really hope Zombieland 2 is good when it comes out... Anyways, how do you like my first Zombieland fic. Reviews.