Apocalypse is in 2010.
Somewhere in North Texas, June, 2011
Vivian's PoV-
Where the hell was she? Lunch was ready an hour ago, and she still wasn't home. I frowned, that really wasn't like Tierney to miss a meal. Ludwig barked and ran in a circle in front of the door. I let him in the back of the truck. If she's late, she better have a good reason. I stood by the truck. I sat down a while later. I climbed the roof. Well, thought of climbing the roof. "LUDY!" I distracted myself for a while by scratching the German Shepard's belly. "Who's the cutest puppy in the world? That's right, you are!" Ludwig loved being petted around his belly, that was his weak spot.
We headed back inside and I started eating lunch. Ludwig began to bark and ran back outside. I went after him, and heard the motor of a freaking monster truck. That is so her, I thought. Then I saw the front of a big black Escalade and realized it wasn't her. Ludwig was going nuts. You wouldn't realize it by looking at him, but he was barely a year old. He'd never seen the outside of a moving car, or other non-zombie humans. I ran back inside and looked for my scythe. It was on the couch, how did it get there? I grabbed it and ran out through the back door, "Lud!" I called,looking for a place to hide. I heard gunshots and jumped in the closest thing I could find. A tomato box. I got comfortable inside it, which was a little more than difficult since there was old tomato paste cans in there. Odd, and slightly ironic. I started thinking of my excuses of what to say so they wouldn't kill me. Where the hell was Tierney? I started panicking. What if they killed me? And then killed her? I can't die yet! I'm only 16!
Someone kicked the box and I fell out, "Please don't kill me! I'll do anything you ask! I don't wanna die!"Ludwig ran to my side. He started barking like crazy. "Aww Ludy, you really do care," I thought. Well what else could I say? "You wouldn't kill a virgin, would you?" I started to cry a little bit to possibly get enough pity from the two girls. The nerdy looking guy sighed tiredly, "Just because he didn't kill me, doesn't mean he wouldn't kill you." The older girl snorted with laughter.
The older guy with the cowboy hat kept the rifle between my eyes, "How do we know you aren't bitten or a con artist?"
"DO I LOOK LIKE A CON ARTIST?" I yelled.
The cowboy scoffed, "THEY didn't..."
Just then, I heard the most beautiful voice I will ever hear, "Looks like you're still alive, Vivi. Put the guns down, or this guy gets it." Could it be? Is it really her? Cowboy turned to see what was going on, and I saw Tierney holding a Colt .44 to the nerd guy's neck. And her shirt was especially bloody seeing as how it was clean when she left. I scooted as far away from Cowboy as I could.
"WHAT in the HELL is it with girls and conning people?" he yelled, turning to shoot me. But I was already behind her.
"We aren't con artists, dude. I'm just trying to protect my group. Who are you?" Tierney retorted.
I punched her in the arm, "Where were you? Why do you look like hell? Oh my god, you DO look like hell! What'd you do?"
She glanced at me, irritated, "I'm busy. Try again later."
"You're not a magic 8 ball! Tell me what happened!" I yelled. She just shook me off. I started looking around the yard. Maybe if I can go back inside the tomato box... No, I can't leave Tierney here by herself to deal with these people. Sure, she's psycho enough to handle it on her own and I'm always getting in her way, but still I can't leave her here. The Cowboy was pointing his gun at us. The nerdy guy was freaking out at the gun Tierney was pointing at him. Ludwig was barking like crazy and the two girls weren't even pretending to do anything. They were just watching like we were a really realistic movie or something. My scythe was still by the box; what if I could reach it?
Tierney rolled her eyes and pulled a knife out from under the back of her shirt, "Be useful. Don't get the scythe." I took it from her with a 'wtf?' look on my face and sighed, she was beyond all explanation...
Finally, the older girl ended the stare-down Tierney had going on with her and the Cowboy, "Who are you, and how do we know you're not dangerous?"
"Who are YOU, and how do WE know YOU aren't dangerous?" I replied warily.
"I'm Wichita, this is Little Rock, the big lump over there is Tallahassee, and you've got Columbus as a hostage. Who are you?"
"What's with the weird names?" Tierney asked, completely forgetting that our lives were at stake. I was tempted to punch her in the arm again, but I also really wanted to know.
"It's dangerous to get attached to people in Zombieland," Cow- I mean, Tallahassee, replied in his Southern accent, "we don't use names 'cause that's how you get close to people. So we go by where we're from."
She nodded pensively, "In that case, I'm Mission and she's Roma." she stared off into the trees, "God, that's weird... Just call me Mish or Tex, I'll be fine with either. Stupid squirrel..."
I rolled my eyes, "Is this really the time for your ADD to kick in?"
She blinked and pushed Columbus back to his group, "What? Oh, I must still be riding the adrenaline."
I hit her again, "What adrenaline? What'd you do this time? You were only supposed to be gone to get supplies and gas!"
She smiled randomly, staring off into the distance again, "Ella le gusta la gasolina, dame mas gasolina..."
I sat down on the ground dejectedly, "How have you managed to stay alive for so long?"
She paused for a few seconds, then laughed, "I have no freaking idea." The others just watched us, and judging by their faces, they were really confused. She snapped her fingers, "I'm just leaving you at I had to bite another zombie. That's all you need to know about what happened, and if you ask or hit me about it again, I may or may not have to hurt you, depending on how I feel at that moment."
"You BIT a zombie?" Columbus yelled, looking like he was about to faint. Even Tallahassee seemed taken aback. She nodded innocently, I rolled my eyes and scratched Ludwig's side, deciding to stay out of it. "Why?"
"He pissed me off. So I bit him." She explained it as if it was the most natural thing in the world, "Ripped his rotting throat out too..." she muttered, picking at her thumb.
"But aren't you like, worried? At all? That you might turn into a zombie?" he pressed.
"Why? I've done it before, and it's supposed to be the other way around for me to turn. I see no issue."
"Ya bit a zombie... What in the hell would possess you ta do that in the first place?" Tallahassee asked.
"I ran out of bullets and he grabbed my arm. Instinct kicked in and I got pissed... So I bit him..." she replied meekly, shaking the Colt.
Tallahassee and Columbus really got a kick out of that. "You mean you were never gonna shoot the spitfuck?" Tallahassee yelled.
Wichita put her arm around Columbus's waist, "Is it really that bad that she wasn't gonna shoot him?"
Tierney nodded thoughtfully, "I would've probably had to stab him though. If only that was effective on zombies..."
I just remained silent. What was I supposed to do? I started reminiscing about my family just to take my mind off the crazy situation happening. Well not that crazy. Everyone was just talking, kinda, and even Ludwig was calm. I'm hungry... Man I knew I should've saved lunch for later.. I'm kinda bored now.. Where's my inhaler? Did Ludwig take that again too? Man.. I have the worst luck in the world... First I feel like an outcast, then I'm hungry and then my inhalers missing! Gasp.. And I could really use it right now.. I started gasping for air. Tierney turned back to me, "Did he take it again?" I tried to nod. Ludwig just watched.
"Screw... You..." I muttered darkly.
"Me or Lud?" she asked, kneeling down next to me.
"Whichever."
She sighed, "Ludwig. Inhaler, jetzt." The German Shepherd ran into the house and came back with a slightly slobbered inhaler. She laughed with disgusted delight and cleaned it up, "Beggars can't be choosers, comrade."
"Sigh, can't you clean it up a little more?"
"It depends... Do you want zombie blood on it? Or is dog slobber better? Dogs have cleaner mouths than humans, you know. I'm not the one who can't breathe so this bothers me not at all."
But I had already passed out. I had no idea what went on afterwards.
(Tierney's Pov)
"Shit, she's dead!" Columbus yelled, going into another panic. I sat there for a few seconds, debating on my choices. On one hand, she could get over the attack on her own, but that wasn't likely so on the other hand I could either do CPR on her or I could just use a balloon pump and get her air that way. I got up and started rummaging around in the garden shed, "What the hell are you doing, she's dying!" Wichita yelled. "I'll give her CPR!" The nerd, Columbus, yelled.
"No, don't ruin my fun!" I shouted, finding a party balloon pump. I grinned evilly, putting it in her mouth and sealing her mouth and nose with my hand to keep the air from escaping. I started pumping like mad, creating my own sort of CPR. I leaned down to check if she was breathing again, and she hit me. Abusive. "If there were anyone to report you to, I so would," we both complained.
Little Rock was dying of laughter, "Can we keep them?"
Tallahassee sighed, "I guess so. Even if one them is a zombie-biter."
I smiled smugly, "You know you secretly wish you'd thought of it first." He just gave me a dirty look.
Ludwig barked at the approaching zombies. Don't they ever give up? We pulled out our weapons.
"I think I'll try biting them this time." Tallahassee smirked.
Columbus rolled his eyes. "Just regular fighting please. We don't want anything to happen."
"You mean it wasn't regular?" I smiled.