#1 Whirly-Bird (read in 1/2)
The kid had started into another story the very moment the door closed behind their group.
They had just left a safe house and were walking down an abandoned roadway, each of them silently picking their way between bodies and debris.
…Except Ellis.
Talking on and on in that goddamn Southern accent. Nick could barely stand it! To make matters worse, the story was about Keith, again. Was there something that didn't relate to the stupid hick's best friend? Nick sure as hell hoped there was, because if he had to listen to another story about something idiotic 'Keith' had done at a carnival he was going to rip someone's head off.
Probably Ellis's. "—and that's about when Keith's stomach had decided he had rode the tilt-ta-whirl for long enough. Unfort'nately, he was still on the ride, next to Denise, who was his lady, at least at the time she was his lady, but not for long afta that 'cause Keith's stomach also decided it was gonna let loose all over her—"
"Ellis, if you don't shut up I am going to find this Keith—zombie or not—and wring his neck." Nick spat angrily, cutting off Ellis's story before he could properly illustrate how awful it was when Keith hurled chunks all over his girlfriend's chest. He just couldn't listen to that damn story anymore.
This quieted the younger man for about 30 whole seconds, an empty look in his eyes. Then a sad, half-smile split his face. "Too bad fer yew, Nick…" He busied his hands with unloading and reloading his shotgun, even though it really didn't need any fresh bullets. "He was one of the first to get on the whirlybirds."
There was a silence that swallowed up the survivors, then. Rochelle and Coach exchanged a saddened look, their imaginations fraught with thought of what had happened to separate Ellis and his best friend.
Nick, suddenly very conversational, said, "Helicopter." Ellis glanced at him, confused. "It is a Hel-i-copter. You call those things 'whirly-birds' one more time," He stopped in his tracks and grabbed Ellis's shoulder, glaring at him threateningly. "I'll kick your ass so hard that your sister is going to wish she never gave birth to you."
The Southern boy cracked a grin and said in that nerve grating drawl, "You got it, man."
Starting a series of VERY short oneshots about our favorite survivors. Happy, sad, funny, terrifying, you name it :D
Review with suggestions for shots or constructive criticism, please. Messages are lovely too.
EGR.