Nick waited outside the empty garage. His car had been towed there when it wouldn't start up and some dumb ass mechanic was supposed to be fixing it for him, which it didn't seem like there was anyone working on his car at all. He peered through the window to see if anyone was inside. "Oh, come on!" he shouted, kicking the garage door. "I need my car so I can high-tail it out of this shit hole." He mumbled angrily.
"Can I help you?" A voice questioned from behind Nick. The gambler turned around, facing the voice. A large chocolate man stood before him, peering into Nick's lying eyes. "You lookin' for someone?" He asked.
"Yeah, I'm looking for the prick who's supposed to be working on my car." Nick replied. "You know him?"
"Mister, I don't like your attitude."
"Whatever. Do you know the guy or not?"
"What if I said yes?"
"Mind taking me to him so I can kick his ass?"
"Son, you'd be better off heading to the mall before you go off hurting others."
"Listen, I don't care about this flu thing. I ain't afraid of getting sick, tubbs. Just tell me where I can find this asshole and I'll be on my way."
The man crossed his arms stubbornly. "Fine."
Ellis drove his pickup down the road, a body was piled into the back of the truck. It was a young girl who had lost her thought process to the flu but still had a fresh, healthy look about her. He knew Keith wanted living people but living flesh would do.
Inside Ellis' garage, Keith was waiting, munching on some left-over flesh from the zombies he had been feeding on. He was not expecting the meal he was about to get, even if Ellis thought his friend had ordered him to get him people to eat. He perked up when he heard the wheels of a vehicle pull into the driveway. His first instinct was to hide.
Ellis dragged the dead girls body through the kitchen, dropping her on the ground when he came to the garage door. A pool of blood spilled from her split cranium. "Sorry." Ellis apologized to the corpse. He opened the door and hollered to Keith. "Dinner!"
Keith replied back with a growl; lunging at Ellis and the corpse. He pounced on top of the girl and began tearing at her. Ellis donned his hockey armor as the infected ate. "Happy?" he asked the infected as he settled the shoulder pads over his head. The infected growled, though to Ellis, his friend had bluntly thanked him for the meal.
He tugged on his hat as Keith ate the poor girl Ellis had brought. "Remember when you got this hat for me?" Ellis asked, taking off the blue cap and showing it to Keith who smacked at it, ripping the fabric with his sharp nails. "Aw, c'mon man, that's not cool." Ellis whined, rubbing the cut as if it would just magically go away if he did. "You got me this hat for my twenty-first birthday. That night was so crazy, we got all the girls so drunk and I'll admit, I was jealous at how many you got to bring into the hotel room at the casino." The mechanic chuckled, the infected growled, though Ellis believed his friend was laughing along with him. He stared admiringly at the hat. "Yeah, that was a great day." He sighed, adjusting the size of the cap constantly as little clicks accompanied the gesture. This annoyed the infected, but he was too busy eating to do anything about it.
There was a rap at the front door which caused Keith to perk up. His first impression was more food. Ellis stood up, wondering who could be at his front door. "I'll be back, Keith." Ellis told his friend, removing the armor. The infected returned to his food, glad his company was leaving him in peace.
"Ellis, you in there?" A booming voice echoed from the porch. Ellis opened the door and greeted the two men on his doorstep, one of them a coach from the high school and the other a man he was unfamiliar with.
"Can I help you, Coach?" Ellis asked.
"I came to introduce this gentleman to you. He says you were supposed to be working on his car. You been slackin' off, boy?" Coach teased, grabbing Ellis and holding him in a headlock as he noogied his knuckles into the poor boy's head.
"Oh, Keith and I jus been busy lately, an' all." He admitted.
"Busy fucking each other?" The unfamiliar man chuckled.
"No, he's been sick. I've been takin' care of him." Ellis replied, releasing himself from Coach's hold.
"Boy, he ain't got the flu, does he?" Coach asked, worried.
"Naw, nothing like that." Ellis lied, though Coach could see right through the boy's fib.
"Ellis, where's Keith?" Coach ordered the mechanic to answer. He didn't say anything but his eyes darted to the door which he had forgotten to lock on his way to greet the two.
Coach stomped past the mechanic, leaving Ellis with the unknown visitor. Ellis examined the man, he sported a white suit which had lipstick smeared on the collar; his hair was slicked back with hair glue, though a few strands had managed to spring loose. Ellis didn't quite like the look of this man; he could instantly tell that he wasn't from Savannah.
Coach reached out for the door, Ellis diverted his attention from the gambler to the door. He became incredibly nervous.
The man's stubby fingers wrapped around the doorknob tightly and turned it slowly. The door squeaked on it's hinges.
On the other side of the door, Keith waited. He had stopped eating the girl after he finished off the parts of her that were most delicious; leaving the decaying bits alone. As soon as he heard the hinges creak, he readied himself for a pounce.
Coach opened the door and immediately, the infected Keith jumped out, landing on top of Ellis; knocking him to the ground. Ellis let out a painful cry as Keith bit down on the mechanic's skin. The man in white quickly whipped out a pistol and shot the infected in the head; its body fell limp against the younger man. Ellis cried beneath his friend's body.
The man in white returned his pistol to his coat and pushed the body off of the kid. He grabbed his arm and helped him up.
"You okay, son?" Coach asked. Ellis nodded silently. "Boy, what were you doing with that thing in there?"
"He wasn't a thing, he was Keith." Ellis replied. "He was my best friend. I was just feedin' him zombies."
"Zombies? Is that what you call these things?" The man in white asked, kicking Keith's lifeless body.
"Don't do that!" Ellis shouted, shoving the man away.
"Geez, kid. You don't have to get pushy. It's a monster. A dead monster that I saved you from, might I add." the man retorted.
"What's your name, son?" Coach asked the man in the white suit.
"Nick." he replied.
