AN: Still a little rusty. Sorry for any mistakes!
Disclaim: I don't own Bleach or ZombieLand!
The United States Of...
Venice and Hawaii exchanged a glance and shrugged. They followed the mysterious girl into the back, Venice backtracking. "What is it?" Hawaii asked curiously. Venice nodded for him to follow. "I'll catch up." She mumbled and looked around. Hawaii hummed and went into the back.
Venice opened a door and saw that it led outside. She took a box and propped it open, remembering rule twenty two.
When in doubt know your way out
Venice jogged into the back to see the violet haired teen and another one, with dark wild hair and green eyes. Hawaii waved her over and met her halfway. "They're childhood friends, the dark haired one was bit." He whispered to her. She nodded her understanding.
Hawaii walked back to the teens and pointed to Venice. "Venice," he pointed to the violet haired teen. "China," he pointed to the messy haired one. "Sweden."
Sweden eyed Venice. "You did all that for a snowball?"
Venice shook her head. "He's the snowball psycho."
China and Sweden chuckled despite the situation. China tugged Hawaii and Venice away from Sweden. "We need your help."
"What do you mean?" Venice asked and glanced at Hawaii who frowned. China glanced at her gun. Venice shook her head, mumbling 'No' several times. She couldn't shoot somebody still human in cold blood. A mindless flesh eating zombies are one thing…but thinking talking people were another.
"Don't make this choice for me like I'm not here." Sweden growled. Venice stepped forward and eyed the bite. It didn't look totally real. She wanted to make sure these girls weren't acting. "Sorry it's just…odd." She mumbled and backed away.
"You're gutless aren't you?" Sweden glared.
Hawaii chuckled. "Far from it. But give it to me…I'll do it." He sighed and took it from Venice's hand. She stepped away and turned her back. Hawaii held the gun barrel to the teens head. They began to sob.
China changed her mind and decided to do it instead. Hawaii nodded and handed it to her, stepping away. She checked the shots and readied the double barrel. She hesitated. Hawaii stepped forward. "You need some help?" He had a heart.
"Now that you mention it…" She stated slowly, tears staining her speech. She turned on Hawaii. "We'll take your weapons, your car keys, your ammunition…" All tears gone.
Venice turned and held up her hands. "God fuckin damn it." She mumbled and stood quietly beside Hawaii.
It had to go this way didn't it? Venice thought bitterly. The first very attractive girl she's seen since the virus made everyone into zombies and she gets played by said girl. How fuckin quaint.
She stood beside Hawaii as the two drove away. When they were out of sight Hawaii lost it. "God fuckin damn it! We just got played by two little girls! Argh! I didn't even get my fuckin snowball!" He growled.
Venice sighed and shook her head. "Forget them. Let's keep going. We'll find another car eventually." She realized her duffle bag was in that truck. She hissed out a curse and walked off. She still had her bat.
Hawaii and Venice walked along telling each other stories of the best kill they'd ever seen.
Finally Venice put a stop to it. "Let's just get a car."
"Which leads me to remember…" He eyed her in temporary distaste. "I never had headaches until your ass came along. Do what you will to a man but do not fuck…with his truck."
Venice shook her head and pointed to a car that was still in decent shape. "Hey this looks pretty okay." Hawaii walked along the car.
"You know that is nice. What a beautiful car." His face turned to a sneer as he threw the rock he'd picked up through the window. Venice sighed as he picked up a pipe and jumped onto the roof. She remembered him telling her that if you didn't let off whatever stress you had on something like this piece of art here…you'd lose want fragment of your sanity remained intact.
She figured as long as he didn't turn that weapon on her it was fine. She watched in slight amusement as he smashed down the window. The glass splintering and shattering, flying all over. "I want my fuckin truck back! Little bitches!" He howled. "And give me a damned snowball!" He bashed in every glass surface and broke it, and made a few decent sized dents in the metal before dropping the pipe and returning to Venice's side.
"I think I pulled something." He mumbled and flexed his back. Venice smirked as she remembered rule eighteen again.
Limber up
"Two little girls that look like your typical high school popular girls with no brains…pulled that off. Who woulda thought." He sighed as they trudged ahead.
Something apparently caught Hawaii's eye and he darted off, leaving Venice to stumble after him.
He'd spotted a black, shinny almost new looking truck. It was a Hummer. They'd become as popular here in Japan as in America, or so she'd heard.
"Woah, woah, woah." Hawaii mumbled as he spotted hands on the wheel. Venice walked around to the passenger side as Hawaii pulled open the door on his guard. He laughed when he saw simply the forearm and hand attached to the wheel. Venice rolled her eyes, only slightly amused. When it was in movies it was hilarious, seeing it in real life slightly dulled the humor.
Venice followed another ruler as she opened the backdoor. Rule thirty one.
Check the backseat
She saw a large green bag and unzipped it, Hawaii helping pull it open. It was filled with guns of all different sizes. Hawaii laughed. "I'm starting to love Japan." He picked up a large barreled rifle. "Big trucks with big guns…my kinda country!" He cocked it.
Venice grinned and took out a smooth looking machine gun and a nice double barrel. She caught Hawaii's eye and they shared a smirk.
The nonstop sound of gunshots rang through the air as Hawaii and Venice went basically nuts for a few minutes. Venice picked up what was equivalent to a bazooka and shot a car a block away. Hawaii cheered and she laughed as the already wrecked car went up in flames and smoke.
"Let's get out of here." Venice called and hopped into the passenger side. Hawaii nodded and jumped into the drivers seat. The engine hummed to life and Hawaii drove from the town like a bat out of hell, bent on causing destruction.
"I still can't get over the fact that I was held at gunpoint by a little girl." Hawaii mumbled.
Venice chuckled. "Forget them Let's just go home." She mumbled, not honestly aware of what she was talking about, not able to get China's dark skinned face from her mind.
"You wanna talk about home eh?" Hawaii smirked, his green eyes going soft as he scratched at his beanie. "For me home was a…puppy named Julio. Cutest little thing." He smiled, then frowned. "All those fuckin zombies…I lost him." He sighed. "Tomorrow I'm lookin for a new home." She knew he spoke of a possible far future. "Today…a shot of vodka, a good gun, and god willing a fuckin snowball…and I'm set."
Venice chuckled with him as they turned back to the road. He snickered. Venice remembered a rule he'd made. Rule thirty two.
Enjoy the little things
"That's my fuckin truck." Hawaii growled as he spotted the black dot a ways down the road. Venice nodded, noticing the snow plow look and painted side.
"Knowing them…it's possibly a trap. Wait here." Hawaii mumbled as he took his gun.
"You're not gunna shoot them are you?" She asked quickly, heart jumping oddly for some reason. China's shocking amber colored eyes springing to mind. She couldn't get why she couldn't get that girl out of her head, someone she'd been held at gun point by.
"Not unless they shoot at me first." He grinned nastily. "And I'm sure as hell hoping they do." He started off down the road as Venice slipped into the drivers side.
Hawaii grunted when he realized the truck was empty. But it had been run to its last mile and he could not use it. He stomped in anger, he'd loved this damn truck! Now it was useless! He sighed and shook his head, pulling off his beanie and scratching his slowly growing locks of blonde hair. He waved Venice down and slipped the cloth back into place on his head.
Venice sat awkwardly as Hawaii re-entered the car. "They must have started walking. Just drive slow and keep an eye out." He spoke and glanced at Venice, who nodded stiffly. He groaned. "They're in the back aren't they?" She nodded.
"Just me." Sweden sat up, gun held close to Hawaii's temple. He sighed in defeat and glared at Venice, who shrugged.
"Sorry, she was like the hidden dragon in Crouching Tiger." Venice explained dully. She would get Sweden back when they were done running. Or maybe halfway through.
"Gun please." Sweden asked in perfect politeness.
"Like you would actually use," He started. Sweden aimed the gun barrel out of the sunroof and fired. Hawaii screamed. "Not my gun!" He cried before regaining himself. He grudgingly handed over his weapon.
"Honk the horn." She spoke to Venice now.
"What?" Venice asked dumbly.
"Do it." Sweden growled.
Venice pressed on the horn shortly and China emerged from behind a roll of hay. She found herself smiling stupidly. "Oh that's your…friend…with my gun." She opened the door and unbuckled as China motioned her out. "Can I have that gun back eventually? It's my favorite." She mumbled as China smirked at her. "Well I kinda like it too." Venice sighed. Girls were nothing but wild jungle cats. China leaned seductively against the doorframe. "You get to ride shotgun." She spoke to Venice.
"Fuck my life." Venice mumbled as they drove along. But at least they didn't leave them on the side of the road.
"I hear ya." Hawaii spoke as he glared a black death at Sweden, who still held his gun to his temple.
"Okay let's play the silent game." China smiled politely, but her words were cold.
Venice sighed. She was ashamed to say that she was starting to like this girl. She was a different breed of jungle cat, and for some crazy reason that attracted Venice. She was attracted to her deepest fear…and that made her slightly afraid of China.
"Thanks for not leaving us behind I guess." Venice muttered as she glanced back at Sweden.
Hawaii used Sweden's temporary distraction to take back his gun and turn it against her. She pulled back and shrank against the side of the car.
China pulled the Hummer to a halt and turned to point her own gun at Hawaii. Venice glared. "Alright that's E-fuckin-nough! We're possibly the only normal people left on the planet and we're holding guns to each others heads!? Let's just keep going and act like four normal people! Fuck!" Venice calmed herself. "We have more important things to worry about." Her voice was quiet now.
Hawaii chuckled. "Let me be the mature one." He smirked and lowered his weapon. China sneered at him and turned back to the wheel.
There was an awkward silence. Venice decided to be the clever one again. "Where are you guys headed anyways?"
"Paris." Sweden answered.
Venice chuckled. "You're from Sweden and you never saw it?"
Sweden shook her head. "We usually traveled to China or Spain and sometimes Japan. We were here for a weekend and this shit happens, we can't get back…and I figure if the world is gunna end I at least want to see one of the great wonders of the world I lived in." She stared out the window.
"You make it sound like you're gunna die. Shut up." China mumbled, frowning.
Venice decided to change the subject. "So do you dye your hair?" She asked curiously, eyeing the violet locks that fell around China's face, framing it well. She could have been a wolf in sheep's clothing. Or a tiger in gazelle skin.
"No, my mom took all kinds of things with chemicals, nothing that could really damage me or anything but…this is a result of what she took." China answered and brushed her fingers through her stained locks of hair.
Hawaii chuckled. "Wait Paris…you mean you want to see the Eiffel Tower? That thing blows." He chuckled. China shot him a glare through the rearview mirror. "Ah, my mind. Totally blows my mind." He covered quickly.
Sweden nodded slowly. "Well did you hear? Apparently there are no zombies there." She smiled, a glint of hope in her wild eyes.
Hawaii growled and she glared at him.
"Okay seriously…the quiet game." China stated with annoyance.
Venice couldn't press down the question in the back of her mind. "Have you two heard anything about Russia?"
"Quiet game!"
Venice glared. "Sorry."
"Well it doesn't matter does it? I've seen pictures, the entire west side of the country is burnt to the ground and the east is sure to follow." China spoke carelessly.
Venice felt like something died. Her last hope was dead. But she didn't know what she felt worse about…the fact that she'd never been close to her parents or the fact that they had never really cared for her enough to make her care.
Hawaii nudged China with his gun and glared at her, nodding to Venice, whose eyes were downcast.
"…You're Russian?"
Venice nodded.
"I'm sorry. I didn't. That was stupid of me." She spoke quickly. "We can give you a ride. As far as the sea port."
Venice nodded again. She could no longer pretend she'd hope to find what she was looking for if she went back to Russia. Her parents had lived on the middle west side of the large country. She had no home.
"You can start somewhere new or…something." She was trying to be nice. Venice knew she'd gone through the same problems as she did. In this place…every normal person left alive if there were any outside the truck…they were all orphans. Maybe Venice had always been one.
After a few stops and loading up of some small snack, and after Venice had managed to calm Hawaii down after finding that no store they were at had snowballs, they were back on the road. Sweden and Hawaii sleeping in opposite seats. Venice still had shotgun and China was still driving. She cast a glance back at Sweden before looking back to the road.
"I know this whole Paris thing and the Eiffel Tower is bullshit." China whispered. Venice glanced at her. "But she's always wanted to see it so bad. I don't even know if it's still in one piece." She muttered.
Venice nodded slowly. "Better late than never right?"
China chuckled. "Right." She seemed nervous. "So you gunna stick with us until we get to China?" Venice nodded. She didn't want to go to Russia anymore.
She looked at China. "Maybe Paris wouldn't be so bad." She mumbled. Not aware of what the hell she was talking about. But she wanted to see what this pull to this…tiger in gazelle skin brought. It could be something amazing, or something bad.
But as they kept going and Venice looked around what remained of Japan and possibly the world, she figured things couldn't get much worse. And she literally had nothing left to loose. It wasn't like her life really meant anything. It couldn't have, even before this happened.