Zombies
Ellie hopped from her bed, making sure her feet hit the floor a good distance from the edge. She didn't want any arms to reach out and grab at her sock clad feet.
She leaned across the distance to grab her small stuffed cow almost falling forward as she did. She then proceeded to shuffle quickly across the cool hardwood floor pulling at the bottom of her oversized rock t-shirt as she went.
The room seemed unnaturally cold and she thought of running back across it to grab a pair of pants but then decided the dash would be to risky. Her door was jammed and she almost hyperventilated before she could get it open- one hand still clutching Moo-Moo to her chest, she slammed her shoulder into the door several times. The door swung open and crashed into the hallway wall.
"El? You okay?" Dylan's voice came from Marco and his bedroom.
"Yeah, just stuck door- go back to sleep."
Sliding along the wall soon fell to her hands and knees, crawling along the hallway. All she could see was dark, and her knee high stripy socks kept getting caught on the wooden floor. Her hand fell through the air for a moment and her stomach jumped into her lungs before she caught herself on the edge of the stairs.
Slowly she scooted down the stairs on her butt, eyes still not adjusted to the darkness. Hesitantly she crawled across the living room floor, bumping her head hard on the coffee table before catching her shoulder on the couch. Breathing heavily she closed her eyes and saw the bloody saw coming for her, gasping she pressed forward. Eventually she reached the kitchen, bruised kneed and a small scrape over her left eye. Shooting to her feet Ellie dashed for the cabinets and flung open the doors, feeling around frantically inside.
Tooth paste and salt.
Smiling she ran, hip colliding with the kitchen table, she popped open the lid to the salt and the toothpaste. Giggling at her genius she promptly dumped both substances out in separate lines around the table and climbed on top. No zombies would ever get Ellie fucking Nash.
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Marco trudged down the stairs tiredly, tripping over his too long pajama bottoms in his sleep induced haze. Mumbling and running a hand through his hair he half fell into the kitchen in his pursuit of morning coffee. Paige had slumped down behind him arm locked with Dylan's for stability- none of them really qualified as morning people. Marco moved past the counter, knowing his rout by heart, to the coffee machine and pulled out four glasses.
Lights, always forgone by Marco (not wanting to burn his retinas off just yet), were flipped on by Paige. She ran a hand through her bedroom styled hair and blinked lazily before her eyes snapped open and she stifled a laugh with her hand.
"Marco," she whispered catching both his and Dylan's attention she motioned towards the figure sprawled out across the kitchen table, arm dangling off and cow clutched in her other hand.
Pressing a finger to her lips, she moved into the other room for her camera.
They boys shared a look and raised eyebrows at the girl stretched across their table- clad in her rocker t-shirt, knee high blue and gray stripped socks and pink panties adorned with smiling kittens.
Paige came back practically gleeful with her new blackmail and started snapping pictures of her favorite roomie and the salt and toothpaste that had been distributed all around the girl's haven.
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Just a little crack fic, an early holiday gift or whatever
FN