It was dark in the safe-house, the only light source was the milky white shine of the moon. The four survivors could still hear the groans and moans of the infected, or as some call 'zombies', from beyond the outer walls of safety.
But this night, one survivor was still awake. Nick, the former conman, was tip-toeing through the darkness. He almost tripped over Ellis' sleeping body, but caught himself before impact. Nick finally got to where they stored their supplies previously that day. He was looking for something in particular, cake mix.
The former conman had found the cake mix a while back, when the team had been hiding out in a Grocery Store. The reason he brought it along? Ellis.
Ellis had told him that his Birthday was coming up, while Nick retorted a, 'How do you know? We don't exactly have a calendar..' but the hick insisted that it was a 'gut feeling'. Anyhow, he was going to cut the kid some slack. Plus, it took him even longer to find the kid some balloons. He would scavenge most days he wasn't busy busting heads open and shooting guts out of zombies. But he did find some balloons, they weren't the best things in the world, but they WERE balloons.
He smirked at the thought of the kid's face when he awoke, but he shook the thought away and looked around for the ingredients that the box didn't supply. By the time the cake was finished, Nick had powder all over him, he sneezed into his shirt sleeve, and shuddered afterwards.
He went to the sink to wash up, but was shocked to see a zombie watching him from a window.
"Shoo! Shoo! You damn zombie.." He tried shooing the thing away, but all it did was cock it's head to the side like a puppy. He glared at the hideous thing, it's eye was dislodged from its eye socket and blood was smothered all over it's mouth and shirt. Nick shrugged it off and washed his hands.
Now, he had to blow up some of the balloons. God, he hated balloons.. They always seemed to explode in his face when he was a kid.
It was a bit hard at first, but he held it together, instead of getting irritated and stopping. But after the fourth balloon, it got pretty easy. There were so many different colors of balloons in the package Nick had found. Blues, greens, reds, and yellows, even a couple of pink and purple ones.
Nick stuck his tongue out in frustration while he tied the ends of the balloons shut, not even realizing that the same zombie had moved to another window and was still watching him. He flinched when he first looked up, tying the last balloon. He almost popped it from his fright.
"Give me a heart attack, will ya?" Nick mumbled under his breath, but was suddenly interrupted by creaking noises from the other room. "Shit.." He though to himself.
He didn't want anyone to see him being 'nice' for once. He held his breath as the noises got louder and suddenly stopped.
Sighing lightly, he got up and looked around the corner, into the hall. His eyes searched for the source of the sound. He gasped as he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"What the hell you doin' up, boy?" A gruff voice came from behind him.
Nick slowly turned and saw Coach. 'How the hell…?' He thought.
"What..?" He couldn't say anything about what he was planning.. " Last time I checked, you weren't my mother, Coach." He sneered, looking the man in the face.
"I'm jus' askin, I thought I heard sumthin' trying to get in.." The big man rubbed his head, he looked worn out. "An', I feel sorry for the woman who gave birth to ya.. I bet you were born with the stick up yo' ass.." He grumbled, and left the room, mumbling a small 'good night'.
Nick huffed and went back into the kitchen, what else could he do to make this place look like he meant it..
An Idea struck him like how Rochelle beats zombies with her skillet. (Minus the pain..)
Nick leapt from his sitting position and basically ran into the bathroom, looking for any sort of toilet paper. He found a couple of rolls, no one needs them, right? He went back into the kitchen area, and started putting the paper around the table's legs, around the useless chandelier that hung over it and anywhere he could. By the end of the roll, the room looked a bit more…birthday-ish. (For someone poor, who couldn't afford streamers.)
Nick was marveled by his good doings, and happened to still see that damned zombie. Only this time, there were two of them. The newer one, looked to be a teenager, it had the figure of a Witch, but it wasn't crying. It puzzled Nick on how they were just staring at him, and not trying to eat his flesh.