Disclaimer/AN: As usual, I own nothing from the Zombieland franchise except my OC. I really hope you like it and please take a minute to review, I am open to any suggestion. I´m not a native English speaker so let me know about any grammar or spelling mistake.
The sun rose and through the windshield, Amaya's chocolate brown hair took a bronze sparkle as the rays went through it. She had the house with a running shower from 3 days ago to thank for that.
The first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was the sun visor mirror. The sight was awful. Bruise colored bags under her eyes seemed to belong to a pale skinned zombie. Her freckles stood out as color left her skin as the months passed by. She decided to cover the worst of her looks by sliding down the sunglasses from the top of her head back in place.
Rearranging her Cantinflas (mexican comedian) T-shirt she put back on her black leather jacket. Man she loved that jacket. It hung very loosely now on her tattered body, the kind of thing Alice Cooper would be seen wearing all the time. Her personal touch were patches such as a Bowie bolt, Queen logo, Batman logo and a bunch of other geek stuff. The small mexican flag was stitched proudly over the left side of her chest. Then she arched her back away from the seat to rearrange the deep blue skinny jeans and buckle up the Millennium Falcon belt.
"Wow, I'm such a geek. Even in the goddamn zombie apocalypse I had to wear something that could easily belong to Howard Wolowitz." She mused. A half smirk appeared on her face. Clothes: check. Black boots: check. Red foot bandana on the left: check. She couldn't even remember why she kept wearing that damn thing. Amaya guessed it was because it reminded her of her zombie-free youth.
Brown eyes went to the back seat. She let a saddened smile cross her face. A peacefully sleeping Buck was sprawled on his back. She didn't think she'd let another boy into her life, not after Ismael. The rockstar/geek girl knew she wasn't meant for children. Aside from her nephew, almost no other kid got her to like them, much less love them.
With Ismael she was an angel, but now Buck stirred feelings Amaya didn't even know she had. After finding useful using that mama bear rage against the zombies, she let her feelings be. Life was too short now anyway. That motherly protectiveness had saved their asses once or twice since on the run.
His scruffy yellow-blond hair fell on the car seat as his sweet blue eyes opened to meet a new day.
"Hey. Mornin' pretty boy." She whispered so as to not startle him. She reached an arm out to caress the boy's head.
Immediately, a toothy grin emerged from his face.
"Good morning Amaya." He squirmed and streched along de seat to get rid of the sleep. His sky blue t-shirt and tiny denim pants had mud stains. His white sneakers were a bit tainted with blackened blood.
"So how about we go look for some food chango boy? Maybe some twinkies?"
"Yay! Twinkies! Twinkies!" At the sound of that word he threw off the blanket and raised his little arms in the air.
"Ha ha! Easy kiddo. We need to be quiet remember? Put on your seatbelt." She tried to calm his excitement but it was too late. Amaya helped the boy secure himself to the seat and started the car.
The gas tank was almost empty. The opportunity of finding either food or fuel would be equally cherished then. Amaya checked the map of the area she had again and headed west for the next gas station.
As carefully as possible she stopped the car and motioned with a finger across her lips for Buck to stay quiet. She hated bringing him along on supply runs but if a zombie saw him inside the car and broke in through the weakened glass windows, Buck would be trapped inside for certain death. At least if he tagged along he could run. Amaya grabbed his tiny burgundy sweater and helped him in. She took the sniper rifle in the passenger seat, her 9mm gun and placed her small hunting knife inside her right boot. Slowly she got out of the car and eyed in every direction before opening the back door and letting Buck out.
"Alright little guy, same thing. You never leave my side, if you see anything you let me know, monster or not. And if I tell you to run you do as I say. Okay?" She whispered to him getting on one knee to see the boy's face. He nodded. She gave him a reassuring smile and patted his shoulder before hugging him. "I love you Buck, always remember that."
"I love you too Ami." He returned the smile.
One behind the other they tiptoed from the car around the corner to the main entrance. Amaya pushed the glass door open and stepped inside the store placing the rifle strap on her shoulder and sliding off the green camping bag they kept their supplies in. There was nothing but silence and the slight clickering of an almost burned neon light. Something didn't feel right. She pulled back her sunglasses to the top of her head and placed a lonely box filled with broken glasses to prevent the door from closing.
They quietly moved from one aisle to the other grabbing what they could. Grape juice, rum, chocolate bars, energy bars, a jar of sorted nuts, femenine hygiene products, batteries and a big tasty box of Twinkies. Buck gave Amaya a big smile, which she returned, before moving to the last aisle at the very back of the store. Amaya thought this was her lucky day after almost 3 days of eating wild berries, rain water, mints and a quiestionable racoon she caught sniffing their remaining food. Both survivors kept an eye open at all times for any trouble. She hesitated trying her luck further and going in the back room to search for guns or ammo. After all, the door was open.
A loud roar saved her the trouble as a fat zombie cashier ran from the front of the store. Its khakhi vest had dry blood all over the front. Its hands were covered in blood as well and it seemed the zombie had lost a few fingernails at some point. A shiver ran down Amaya's spine when she saw the sinister, emotionless look on the ex-cashier's obsidian eyes.
Buck gave a terrified yelp and Amaya shot the zombie. Missed. She hit the right clavicle, far from the target. Another 2 more shots fired and Amaya stood her ground, the last shot hitting the zombie's head right above the left eye. She glanced back at Buck who had hidden behind the closest shelves. Both their breaths were heavy and fast. Her forehead was shinning with sweat and black blood stained her boot soles. She then noticed a half open emergency exit about twenty feet behind Buck. The slight smirk that had crossed her lips vanished when she noticed six more zombies sprinting towards it from the outside. Right from where she had parked the car. She had to think fast. The back room door was too far but she had noticed a separate building with small windows outside where the restrooms were near the main gate.
"Buck, run." It first came as almost a whisper. When the boy didn't move she yelled. "BUCK, RUN!" At that, he got up and took off to the main glass doors. Amaya followed close behind, slowing down when she got too close to Buck so as to keep him ahead. "No, no, no, the other side!" She said, grabbing the boy's arm briefly just to pull him back. She planned to get to the restrooms and get out through the back window to give them more time to escape.
Amaya turned around to see if the zombies were behind them. They were far enough for her to get ahead of Buck and lead the way. She was still looking behind her just when she was turning around the corner when a loud screech made her look ahead of her. She had barely enough time to register what it was. The front of a black Cadillac van hit her on her right side, knocking her off her feet and to the floor. Luckily she still had enough adrenaline for the pain to go unnoticed. As fast as she could and with all the energy she had left Amaya stood and ignoring the opening doors of the van she picked Buck up. She noticed out of the corner of her eye that two zombies were already at the store entrance when she made a run to the restrooms.