A little closer to the first Zombieland story I wrote, "Undying Love". Wichita and Little Rock cone from a broken home. Wichita is estranged from Little rock, cold and angry at everyone. After an unexplained outbreak they are the only two they can count on. Little Rock is a high school student modelled after how Abigail Breslin looks today. Wichrock! Please review!

Little Rock POV

All I could hear was cars passing by. I tried not to make a sound, limited my breathing. It was so cramped curled up on the floor. I needed to see what Wichita was up to, I was worried about her even though she made it clear she could take care of herself in the past. I'm Little Rock by the way, that name is fake so is Wichita. They started as nicknames but became kind of secret identies. It will make more sense later.

The car slowed down and made a turn, I was afraid my cover would be blown but I don't think the backseat was on Wichita's mind. The car parked and was turned off. I could hear her sighing before getting out of the car, wherever she was she really wanted to get it over with. She slammed the door shut. I waited a minute before looking up from my position. We were on a farm or at least that's what I thought at first, all dirt and a home that could have easily been a barn or a farmhouse. I wasn't sure how far out of town we were, she had been driving for more than an hour.

She knocked on the door, she looked so cool with her black leather jacket and boots, her dark red hair and leather gloves. I wanted to be just like her someday even though our relationship was a little strained. She always argued with our parents but I didn't know why, we all used to be pretty tight it was when she turned 17 and started acting out. She lived at the house until she was 19, they kicked her out. She acted really weird around me like I was as bad as them with their drinking and fighting.

Someone opened the door but I couldn't get a good look at him, this was getting scary; it didn't help that the lonely porch light was obscuring the dude's face. Wichita had her hands in her pocket now, she looked back at the car, I ducked. I waited another minute before I looked up again. She must have been in there for nearly 30 minutes, I was getting worried. I didn't have much of a plan. Call the cops with my prepaid cellphone. But I wanted to find out what this place was first and what kind of people she could possibly be with.

I hopped out of the car quietly. Slowly closing the door and slouching. I could see some light coming from a downstairs window. I left the car, hurrying over to the porch. I stayed under the window ledge. I didn't really have any weapons. I did have a pen knife though. Wichita still saw me as a kid even at 17. I did still kind of dress like I did when I was 13. Long pigtails and hand-me- down clothes but it wasn't like it was my fault. I could see her in there. The living room was trashed. Her and three other people inside were sitting there talking and smoking. Wichita was just talking. She took out her wallet and was handed a baggie.

I decided I was there long enough I needed to get back to the car. I opened the back door and crouched down with the red blanket covering me. I heard footsteps followed by a door opening only it wasn't the driver's seat.

"THE FUCK?!"

Wichita immediately threw the blanket off of me. I must have blown my position. "What are you doing here?!" She grabbed me, she acted like wanted to strangle me. I was forced out of the car, she was pissed.

"I'm sorry, ok? I just wanted to see what you were up to" I said frantically.

"Well thanks a lot, Penny Gadget! Now I have to drive you back home and that's going to add a lot more time on my trip!"

Trip? I had no idea. "Where are you going?"

"I'm not telling you. You'll just tell them."

"No I won't, I promise! "

She just rolled her eyes and made me sit in the passenger seat. We drove in silence for a good while. She never took her eyes off the road. She looked so troubled, angry, mysterious. I really wish I could be as cool as her. "I'm sorry." She didn't look at me. I needed to come up with something fast to earn her trust, something to change the subject. "I just wish we could be close like we used to…"

Lighting struck off up ahead. A crash of thunder. I almost scream. Wichita found this amusing, I was such a coward during a storm. For whatever reason the car stalled. I'm one of those people that believes everything happens for a reason and this all seemed too perfect. "Fuck!" Wichita loved that word; this really wasn't her night. She got out and popped the hood, I followed. "What do you think you're doing?"

"I wanna help."

"Whatever." She shined her phone for a better look. More thunder and lightning. I impulsively grabbed hold of her, wrapping my arms around her in fear. "What are you doing?" I was only making her angrier but I couldn't help it. I practically jumped into her arms. She looked so pissed, this permanent dirty look on her face. I wish I knew what happened to her, she never uses to be like this, she never acted this way in front of me.

"Give me your shirt" she said bluntly without blinking; she had raccoon eyes with all of that mascara, she always liked packing on the makeup, her mom always called her a whore which I didn't think was true.

"My shirt?"

She kept a straight face for a few seconds then smirked, "joking. I got this." She pulled an old rag out of her back pocket and did something, maybe to the radiator; I really didn't think she knew that much about cars. I waited in the passenger seat. She closed the hood and got back into the driver's seat. She didn't tell me where she was headed, she just told me it was my last chance to get out. I had no bag or change of clothes but I knew I couldn't leave her.

My eyes were heavy. I tried to keep them open. Wichita kept her eyes on the road not saying a word, I thought for a second I could feel her touch, her hand on my face but I must have imagined it. More thunder but no rain.

The radio was almost nothing but white noise on every station. One came in loud and clear.

"Residents are advised to stay in doors and await further instruction. Separate yourselves from the infected. Keep your doors locked. For more tips call the emergency hot line or website from our friends at Umbrella Corp."

To be continued. Let me know what you think. Rating will change later on.