Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. You are so going to die. The voice in the girl's head told her. The zombies were completely surrounding her, their hungry arms reaching out towards her as she fired the last of her bullets into the ravenous horde. She was reduced to her fists and feet and knocked a zombie back onto its ass with a kick to the stomach. But it held onto her combat boot and brought her to the ground.
The girl cried out as her head collided with the pavement. For a moment she was blinded by stars, but heard a few non-snarling voices above her. A pair of hands grabbed her shoulders and she struggled against them. There was no goddamn way she was going to be a bloody, growling, ravenous freak.
The arms lifted the girl's body up and she found herself being thrown into an SUV. Looking around, she saw three uninfected humans staring at her. They all look concerned and the girl hated it.
Whoever had tossed her into the vehicle slammed the door shut and got into the driver's seat. The SUV lurched forward and took off, away from the zombies.
"Where you from?" A gruff voice came from the front of the vehicle. The girl hesitated before answering.
"Chicago." She said carefully, sitting up in the seat and finding a girl only a few years younger than herself sitting next to her.
"Then we're calling you Chicago." The rough voice replied.
Chicago. The name had a nice ring and so the girl decided to accept it.
"You didn't get bitten did you?" A voice came from the backseat behind Chicago. She whirled around to find a girl, maybe 24 or 25, sitting behind her. Chicago shook her head after inspecting herself. There were no holes in the black leather jacket or grey skinny jeans she was wearing, nor had her combat boots been torn off.
"Good, because I really didn't feel like having to shoot some kid today." She said, leaning back in her seat. Chicago looked at her skeptically, trying to determine if it was a joke or not, before turning back around.
"The mean old lady is Wichita, the younger one is Little Rock, little spit fuck up here is Columbus, and I'm Tallahassee." The man said from the front seat. Chicago nodded and looked out the window.
The car was quiet for awhile and Chicago was grateful for it; now she had time to think. She wasn't quite sure what to think about the people in the SUV with her. Sure, they had saved her from becoming a zombie, but that didn't mean that they could be trusted. And worst of all, now she probably appeared like she couldn't take care of herself, which she could. The zombies had taken her by surprise, which had never happened before, and she was on an ammo shortage.
When the sun finally set, Tallahassee stopped the car. The five survivors got out of the black vehicle and stretched. They had arrived at a small gas station and Tallahassee motioned for Chicago to follow him into the small store while the other three filled the gas tank up. She followed him.
"You like Twinkies Chicago?" Tallahassee asked, handing her a baseball bat he had brought out of the SUV with him. She nodded. Everyone likes Twinkies. Duh.
The two zombie killers cautiously entered the store and surveyed it. Suddenly, the door in the back flew open and a growling zombie came barreling out. Chicago ran forward without hesitation and cracked the bat over its head. The zombie fell to the floor and fell still with a few more hits from the bat.
"You are a brutal little fucker aren't you?" Tallahassee laughed, coming over to survey Chicago's work. The young girl smiled a bit before making her way to the back room to check for anymore cannibalistic diseased freaks. But there were no zombies to be found, and Chicago let her guard down.
"Jackpot!" Tall yelled as he found several two packs of Twinkies on one of the shelves. He grabbed all of them and made his was carefully out to the SUV.
Chicago grabbed a few cans of blue and orange Monster, as well as a few Redbulls, and followed Tallahassee out to the SUV.
Tallahassee and Chicago went back into the store to grab as many Hostess products as they could find and threw them into the vehicle. After the junk raid was over, they climbed in and Columbus took off.
"Chicago, would you care for a Twinkie?" Tallahassee offered, shoving one into his mouth. Chicago shook her head and returned her attention to the window.
In a matter of hours, everyone but Columbus, who was driving, and Chicago, was asleep.
"So, where are you headed?" Columbus asked after a long silence.
Chicago put her guard up as soon as Columbus started asking questions. "I was thinking about going back to Chicago." She said, taking another sip of the energy drink she had been chugging.
"Well, we aren't really going anywhere particular, so we could take you there." Columbus offered. Chicago nodded after some pondering.
"Thanks. That'll work, I guess." She said. "Do you want me to drive for awhile?" Chicago offered, noticing the heaviness of Columbus's eyelids. He nodded and pulled over to the side of the road.
Chicago and Columbus exchanged seats and he soon drifted off, leaning his head on Little Rock's shoulder. Chicago was a good driver; she had learned early on in the apocalypse. The caffeine buzz was keeping her going, and she drove until the sun came up over the horizon.
The rest of the group woke up at various times, Wichita first. She decided to try to talk to Chicago.
"So….what's up?" Wichita asked from the backseat. Chicago's eyes flickered to the rearview mirror for a moment before going back to the road.
"Nothing much." Chicago replied, her voice flat and emotionless. Wichita nodded, and then didn't say anything else.
Once everyone was awake, Chicago decided to stop at the next place she saw. Soon enough, they pulled up to a pit stop and got out. Everyone stretched their legs, or in Columbus's case, everything and made their way into the building.
What they thought was a pit stop was actually a small restaurant. For once, there were no zombies, and Chicago made her way into the kitchen. There were at least 20 boxes of instant pancake mix and she turned on the griddle. In 15 minutes, she had made enough pancakes for everyone and brought them out to the main area of the building.
All five of them ate their breakfast, everyone chatting idly and insulting one another…except Chicago. Just as they all finished, she spoke up.
"Thank you guys for saving me and all..but I'm going to go off alone." Chicago said, standing up and starting towards the door.
Little Rock looked at her sister, to Columbus, to Tallahassee. They all just watched as Chicago made her way out into the parking lot. Finally, she got up and followed her.
"Hey, wait up." Little Rock called after Chicago. The older girl had already gotten on a fallen motorcycle and started the engine.
Chicago looked at Little Rock curiously. "Why?" She asked, arching an eyebrow. Her hands gripped the handlebars impatiently.
"You don't even have a weapon. You won't make it. Stay with us, at least until Chicago. Please?" Little Rock said, making her eyes go a little softer.
Chicago tried to read Little Rock, but had no luck. She finally relented. "I guess I'll stay. Until Chicago that is."
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