Barren Wasteland
I Don't own zombieland or any of its original characters.
She didn't need a gun. She didn't need a bat. Monroe was the kind of girl that if you pissed off badly enough, you're fucked. No, she didn't need a weapon. All she needed was a beer and a punching bag. And now a days, there were a lot of punching bags. Walking, brain dead, carnivorous punching bags.
Pulling into the parking lot of a abandoned "Toys R Us" during times like this would seem very odd to everyone else. But to me, it was a comfort. I came to a stop in the ghost town of a parking lot, grabbing my gun. I would most likely meet several zombies in here. I also grabbed my cross necklace, placing a soft kiss on it. Those zombies would most likely be children.
Slamming my door, I lured a few out. A fat man (most likely had been working in the video games), a tiny, frail woman, and an old man. All wearing Toys R Us shirts reading "Happiness starts here!" I rolled my eyes. Wow. Irony. I raised my gun, aiming it straight at the woman's head. Bulls' eye. She fell facedown, the men still pursuing. I clubbed the old man with an abandoned toy gun, sending him straight down. I pulled my blade from my boot, shoving it into his skull. Next I turned to the fat man. I gazed at him as he stood there, that black goop dripping from his lips. I thought of how I should kill the beast, considering my old yard trimmers sitting in my trunk, or my boot. I looked down at the bloodied boots and shrugged. Boot it is.
Flicking it off my foot and into my hands, I raised it right as the ghoul lunged. I gave it enough force that the heel went straight into his cranium. He fell, lifeless and I retrieved my blade from the second man. I started for the store, scooping up a machete. A real one. Hmm. Must've gotten bad here. I stepped over a man's remains, my gun raised and ready. His body laid on the sensor, making the doors remain open. The second my boot hit the tiled floor, causing one big clump to echo, about 7 kids ran around the corner at me.
"Mother fucker." I hissed, taking off. Calming? Is that I had called it? Well, as it didn't seem like it at the moment, what with me running from ravenous children, but once this part ceased, it was quite, as I said, calming. I ran to the Barbie aisles, using a tipped over, life sized Barbie as protection, only missing once. A small, redheaded girl. She had beautiful, though glazed, green eyes, her hair bouncy and curly, although it was drenched in blood. She was beautiful and I let down my guard. But only for a second, when the green eyed angel in front of me snapped at me, and I noticed her limp. I hadn't shot her in the head, I had missed all the way to her leg. I hit her with the butt of my gun, smacking myself in the forehead, punishment for my own stupidity. There were no more sounds in here. Completely silent.
Until a clatter behind me made me jump and I realized all to late I was out of ammo. My heart sped up and I turned to look into the eyes of what I expected to be my fate. Instead I met two, gorgeous, clear blue eyes.
