I was wearing my favorite tight black jeans, and a tight black T-shirt, with black and white checkered suspenders. I had two criss-crossing machetes strapped to my back, a knife sheathed in one of the straps of my suspenders. In the other strap was a glock 23, fastened tightly on my shoulder. I had a bandolier of shotgun shells on slung on my back. Attached to my belt where two Uzis, to top it all off, I snuggly placed a buck knife in one of my army boots.
"You finished the rounds on that side?" She asked.
She was wearing the same thing as me only with a few changes. She cut off the legs of the jeans making some shorts. She also had her shirt tied in the back. She had what looked like a hair clip, which we all knew it wasn't. It was a switchblade. As for shoes she was wearing my vans sneakers that I wear whenever my boots stink so bad they start to attract zombies.
She loves my shoes. My feet are bigger than hers, and wear down shoes faster. She always wears my older shoes since she can walk on them like you would walk on a cloud. I also think she likes how they look as if they have been through a war.
"Yeah" I said, "you?"
"Yep, and the adults got the front."
The front was a place that I had made from the sliding doors. I built up a wall that we could mount machine guns on, but see if a survivor was coming. I also laced the area in front of the entrance will gasoline and we always keep Molotovs nearby just in case.
"So," I said drawn out "how's Justin?"
Justin is a pacifist. He somehow escaped with us into the Wal-Mart. Gigi has loved him since the first day she met him even though we grew up next door together. I mean our idea of a play date was to use a rifle to kill prairie dogs.
"Why don't you ask him yourself." She said as Justin started walking towards us.
Justin looks nothing like me. He wears nice clothes, he has short clean hair, and he hates weapons of all sorts. Me on the other hand wear jeans and a T-shirt, have long messed up hair, and use any weapon I can get my hands on. Gigi is the same style as me, but brushes her hair.
"Hi guys." Justin said.
"Hey." I said.
"Hey Justin." Gigi said.
"Any news that you bring from the other side of Wal-Mart?" I said sarcastically
"What do you mean?" He asked.
"Just ignore him." Gigi said. I tried to look hurt.
Then we heard two, or three rifles fire off, but we knew why. Its only when the machine guns start to go off that we get nervous. When you're killing zombies its only fun if you're winning.
"I'm gonna go play spin the bottle, wanna come?" I said.
Spin the bottle and truth or dare where our pastimes. It allowed us to get our mind off of zombies for a little. There are six of us, and we've been here for about two years now, so we've all kissed each other at least two times. Except Caroline.
She turned up three months ago with a broken leg, and a pistol. When she came she said she was looking for food and ammo, but we took her in. we all knew that it was hard to survive a month in our shelter, so she wouldn't live for much longer outside. Its really a mystery how she survived that long anyway.
So we all settled down and played.
