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"Um, should we try to help him?"
Trent shook his head. "Nope. I think he's doing fine on his own."
Kirby nodded, and watched as Russell tore through the zombies. As far as Kirby had noticed, Russell hadn't gotten a scratch on him, and he was fighting the horde with his bare hands. Kirby flinched as Russell punched a zombie so hard its head flew off, landing dangerously close to him and Trent. Kirby squeaked at the rolling head and hid behind Trent. Despite the situation, the Bully grinned.
"Cute squeak."
"Fuck you."
"Are you planning something?"
Kirby blushed and slapped him on the shoulder. "Just…shut up. I'm on the edge of a breakdown. If you don't stop, you're getting some serious pound cake." The threat was halfhearted.
Trent was about to say, "Sounds kinky," but decided against it when he recognized the fear in Kirby's voice. Trent was much for mushy romantics, but he grabbed Kirby's hand and squeezed it, hoping that that little gesture would put Kirby at ease. Trent wasn't sure though, seeing as Kirby was behind him, out of his vision. He hoped it did, though.
"RAWR!" Russell screamed his battle cry, literally ripping a zombie in half.
Trent stared in awe. "That boy must drink his milk," he muttered.
That was when Trent noticed how few zombies there were now. Only five or six more left that were walking, the rest had been demolished by Russell. And a few seconds later, all of them were dead, as Russell threw the last zombie to the ground and stomped on his face, with a loud squelch. The zombie's brains seeped out of his cracked skull, leaving a small pool of blood around its head. Russell turned to the two boys, covered in blood.
"Russell do good?" the behemoth asked.
Kirby only nodded, wide eyed at the carnage before him.
"Very good," Trent said, wide eyed as well.
"Russell tired," Russell said. His eyes were drooping and he looked like he needed to sleep.
Trent patted him on the back, then regretted it as he got some blood on his hand, which he wiped on Russell's jeans. "S'okay big guy. You can sleep, just not now. First things first, we gotta get out of here."
Russell groaned and ripped off his fake armor. He jumped up and shook his fists, emulating a tantrum. "But Russell sleepy!"
Trent looked around, thinking. Then, he caught sight of a house. He pointed at it, and asked, "Russell, is that your house?" Russell nodded. "Is there a car in the garage?"
Russell thought for a moment, then nodded. "Russell's Dad has big van. Russell's Dad has lots of things, like badges- - -"
Trent got excited at the prospect of a car. With a car, he, Kirby and Russell could drive in it safely and find somewhere to hide out from all this shit. "That's nice Russell, now do you think- - -"
Russell interrupted him, continuing on about his Dad. "- - -more badges, some stickers, guns, posters- - -"
Trent stared at him. "Wait, what? Russell, your dad has guns?"
Russell nodded. "Russell's Dad collects them in the basement. There's lots. Russell can't count all them."
Trent looked over at Kirby, who looked overjoyed about the van and guns. Maybe, with a vehicle and some weapons, they could actually be safe from these things. Sure, with the van or weapons, they still had Russell, but how far and for how long could they use Russell as their defense? If they went on without weapons, Russell would eventually get tired and not be able to help anymore, or worse, get eaten by the living dead.
Trent returned his eyes over to Russell. "Okay, big guy, we're gonna have to go into your house, get those guns, get that van, and then you can go to sleep in the van, okay?"
Russell nodded sheepishly. "Sound like good plan. Russell like the plan."
"Awesome," Trent said. He turned and grabbed Kirby's hand. "Come on baby." Trent pulled Kirby along towards the house. "Come on, Russell!" he called behind him. Russell lumbered along behind them.
Kirby was excited to get away from the horrid smell of all those bodies. The scent was beginning to get to him, so much so, he was getting dizzy. It didn't help to see the dead bodies lying all around him. Kirby couldn't help but wonder how the hell these things had become a reality. Probably some new drug that caused some infection and then, bam, zombies. It wasn't that impossible; Kirby had seen plenty of kids at Bullworth smoking and taking drugs. One of them probably got a hold of something they shouldn't of and it had a really bad side effect. Kirby slated his mind, seeing as how it didn't matter much how all this was happening, it just was. Kirby really wanted some time to process all this, but then again, there wasn't much free time during the zombie apocalypse. Time waited for no man. Kirby just now realized how much of an asshole time was.
Trent led them all up to the house and opened the door. They stepped into a classic living room, a couch, a TV, a coffee table, all the things everyone had in their living room. There was a door at the end of the room that seemed out of place, to Kirby at least.
"Guns in basement." Russell pointed to the door at the end of the room. "Russell is forgetting something…but Russell doesn't remember what he forgot…" Russell scratched his head in confusion.
"That's okay," Trent assured. Trent walked over to the door, turned the knob, and opened the door.
"Russell remembers!" Russell said quickly. "Shouldn't open door!"
"Why not?" Trent asked, confused.
A man even larger than Russell leapt out, bleeding from the mouth, tackling Trent to the ground.
"Daddy's in there," Russell said.
Trent let out a wail of fright as he tried to fight off the zombie that was dangerously close to gnawing on his neck. His arms buckled under the intense weight, and he was so close to letting his arms fall and let Russell's dad put him out of his misery, but he hung on, gritting his teeth at how hard this was.
"Fucking help me!" Trent managed to scream out.
"Is…is Daddy a bad guy now?" Russell asked, scratching his head.
"YES! Yes Russell! A very bad person, he's not your father anymore, now get him off me!" Trent growled.
Apparently, that was all Russell needed to leap into action. The giant Bully stepped forward and lifted his father off of Trent. His dad thrashed around, and slammed his fist into Russell's face. Russell dropped his father, causing a loud boom to ring out in the house. Russell staggered back, clutching his head in pain. Then, with a roar, the Bully charged and tackled his dead dad to the floor. Russell began to pound his fists against his dad's face, screaming "YOU NOT DAD!" as he did.
Kirby looked on, his eyes wide with horror. He couldn't believe the sight before him. It was all so surreal. And it shocked Kirby how easily swayed Russell was to beat the crap out of his father. But then again, Russell wasn't the brightest bulb, so it wasn't that hard to believe that he could buy that that wasn't his real father. Kirby was just glad Trent was okay. He didn't know what he'd do if he'd have to watch Trent die in front of him. Not that he was super close to Trent or anything, but Kirby didn't want to lose him either.
Russell's father threw his son off of him, causing Russell to roll and smash into the coffee table. Then, the zombie tried to gnaw and bite Russell's face. Luckily, Russell was strong enough to keep his father off, but the glass from the coffee table must've been digging into the Bully's back. With that kind of pain, Kirby didn't know if Russell could ignore it and still fend off his dad. Then, Kirby remembered why they had come inside.
Guns!
Kirby rushed out of the room and down into the basement, flipping the light switch on the way down. Kirby was surprised that he could move at all, seeing as how just a few seconds ago he was paralyzed with fear. Kirby gasped when he reached the bottom of the stairs. There were guns everywhere. Guns on desks, guns on the walls, even some guns lying around on the floor. Even some guns that weren't legal even if you did have a permit. Russell wasn't kidding when he said his father collected firearms.
The first thing that caught Kirby's eye was a revolver laying on the ground just a few feet away. Kirby had seen those in a bunch of movies, so much so that he thought he might be able to use it properly. Kirby picked it up and checked the chamber, just like in the movies. Kirby couldn't help but smile slightly as he saw that the chamber was full of six shells.
Kirby popped the chamber back into place and sucked in a breath. He ran back up the stairs, his heart pounding with fear and anticipation for what he was about to do. He reentered the living room.
"Where the hell did you go?" Trent asked, then noticed the revolver in his hand. "Holy shit."
Kirby ignored Trent for the moment and ran over to the fight between Russell and his father. Right now, Russell's dad had his son pinned down and was trying to bite his child. Kirby steeled himself to the spot, and raised his arm, aiming the revolver at the zombie's head, just like in the movies. He cocked the hammer of the gun back and sucked in another breath. It was finally time to go through with it.
"This is so fucked up," Kirby muttered.
With that, Kirby pulled the trigger. It's not like in the movie's at all. Well, the zombie's head had a hole in it and had fallen down, leaking blood and brains on the carpet. That was like in the movies. But as soon as Kirby pulled the trigger and the round was fired, the sudden force from the shot caused a bit of recoil. Not a powerful recoil, but it was enough recoil for Kirby to drop the gun in surprise. The other thing Kirby noticed was that the gun was really fucking loud. It definitely wasn't like in the movies where the gunshot was kind of loud-ish, it was almost painful to the ears. Kirby couldn't fathom how soldiers in war didn't go deaf from all the explosions and gunshots around them.
Russell stood up, wiping blood off his shirt and face. "Thanks, little guy," Russell said. Russell then pointed to the gun on the floor. "That a Colt Single Action Army revolver. Good choice."
Kirby just stood there, his hands shaking. He had just shot someone. He had just shot someone. That sentence ran through his head like a track star. How had he brought himself to shoot someone? Would he be able to do it again? What if he couldn't do it? If he couldn't bring himself to shoot these things, he might die.
"It's…it's not like in the movies," Kirby managed to get out, still shaking with fear.
He felt strong arms wrap around his waist. "This ain't the movies, babe. And might I say, you look ten times more badass and sexy with a gun."
Johnny couldn't take much more of this. He was running for his life with Lola dozing off on his back. There were zombies behind him, and plenty of them. His plan of trying to sneak around in broad daylight had failed. One had seen him, then another, and another, and soon, a whole horde of the undead were after him. His legs were getting weaker with each step he took. The weight of Lola on his back slowed him down and made it even harder to get away. His sides were littered with stitches. His breath was hitched and his lungs felt like they were going to explode.
Then, Johnny found his sanctuary. The library. It wasn't much farther away. He could make it. He could actually make it! As he got to the steps of the library, he noticed a pool of blood around the grounds of the library. That probably meant that a group of zombies had been here before. Johnny didn't know why they had left, but hey, who was he to argue with a good thing?
Johnny rushed up to the door and tried the knob. Locked.
"Oh fuck me," Johnny cursed under his breath. He then pounded on the door. "Anybody in there? It's Johnny Vincent! Please, open the door!"
Johnny was sure he could hear footsteps behind him. That, and growling and moaning. He knew if he turned around he'd only be met with the horde that had chased him here. Johnny closed his eyes, and tried to breathe.
"Lola, I'm so- - -"
The doors to the library opened and a pair of hands grabbed him by his leather jacket. He was forcefully pulled inside. The person who had pulled him in ran and shut the door behind them. One of the zombie's had gotten their fingers caught in the door. The door shut anyway and the fingers detached and fell to the floor.
Johnny turned around and couldn't help but smile in relief. "Jimmy!"
"Holy shit, Johnny, I can't believe you're alive," Jimmy said, trying to regain his breath.
Johnny was about to reply, when he remembered the weight on his back. "Lola!" Johnny cried in surprise. "Jimmy, Lola's been hurt. We just got back from the Girl's Dorm, it ain't pretty. One of those…things bit her knee. I think she's delirious or something."
Jimmy nodded and guided Johnny away from the door into the library. Jimmy tried to play it cool, but hearing Lola having a bite mark from one of the zombies made him tense. Once a zombie bites you, after a while, you become like them. Mindless, undead and very, very hungry. Jimmy knew he should've told Johnny, but his mind was so cluttered due to the recent events that it slipped his mind.
There was a collective gasp when Johnny walked in. Everyone rushed around him, asking questions.
"How'd you make it here?"
"Have you seen the zombies?"
"Where'd you come from?"
More and more questions were thrown at the Greaser and it was beginning to piss him off. He pushed past the group and walked over to a table. He swept his hand over the table, knocking some books and a lamp off it, leaving the table clear. Johnny then placed Lola gently on the table. Another collective gasp arose when the group saw the bite on Lola's leg.
"She's been bitten!" Algie squealed. "She's gonna become one of them!"
"Game over man! Game over!" Constantinos cried frantically. "We'll all be dead before the sun goes down. Fabulous, just fabulous."
Johnny turned away from the dozing Greaser girl and turned to Algie. He walked up to the Nerd and punched him across the face as hard as he could. Algie gave a groan of pain and slumped to the ground, his glasses broken and his nose bloodied. He was barely conscious now.
"Shut the hell up, you fat dork!" Johnny growled, advancing in on Algie's crumpled form. "That ain't gonna happen to her! You hear me?" Johnny raised his fist, this time aiming for Algie's stomach.
Suddenly, Johnny was shoved aside. He turned to see Jimmy had done it. "Johnny, stop it! We don't need fights in the group. Don't listen to Algie, alright? We don't know anything about how this shit works. For all we know, Lola could be fine in a couple minutes." Jimmy turned to Algie. "We can't jump to conclusions." Then Jimmy turned to Johnny. "And we can't start beating the crap out of each other. Got it?"
"Johnny Vincent isn't gonna let nobody - especially a Nerd like Algie - talk that way about Lola!" Johnny glared at the fallen Nerd.
"Fine! Fine! I'll shut up," Algie muttered, wiping his tears and putting back on his now broken glasses.
The whole room was then surrounded by a veil of awkward silence. It was Beatrice who stepped in and asked Johnny a question.
"How'd you get here?" Beatrice asked. "As in, where did you come from?"
Johnny grabbed a chair and sat down, clasping his hand with Lola's. "Me and Lola were in the Girl's Dorm, fighting about stuff. Then all of a sudden, we hear this noise, and it's Eunice, eating a chick's face off! I threw her out the window. Then, me and Lola ran like the wind all the way here."
Mandy questioned next, "Who was Eunice…um…eating?"
Johnny thought, and then turned to Jimmy with a grim expression. "Aw man…I totally forgot…"
Jimmy looked at him suspiciously. "Forgot what?"
Johnny shoved his hands in his pockets and took a deep breath. "Jimmy, man, I'm sorry. Eunice killed Zoe. There was nothing I could do, man. I'm so sorry."
Jimmy could only stand there, petrified. Zoe was dead? He had completely forgotten about her, and that made him feel like total and utter scum. His girlfriend, probably one of the few people in this dump of a school he cared about, and he had forgotten about them? How could he? After everything they went through together, all the good times…she couldn't just be gone.
"You gotta be lying, Johnny," Jimmy said, trying to reassure himself more than Johnny.
"Sorry, Jimmy, it ain't a lie." Johnny looked down, avoiding Jimmy's cold, sad eyes.
You could hear a tack fall to the floor now. Nobody could talk. Nobody knew what to say. What could they say? 'Sorry your girlfriend's worm food'? This was just a situation where there was no proper reaction or response. Everyone was hopeless in helping Jimmy or trying to reassure him of anything. Nothing was going to help him get through this, not words at least.
Jimmy sucked in a breath and looked at the group. "We need to get to a safer location," Jimmy stated.
The group was dumbfounded.
Mandy looked at Jimmy expectantly. "Well, what do you mean? Why can't we just stay here?"
"Because that door won't hold for long," Jimmy said. It was clear in his tone that he was trying to fight back the urge to break down and scream in anger and misery. "They'll get in, and by that time, we're all fucked. I say we make a plan to get out of this library and go to the school. The school's a lot more secure than this place, and there's more helpful stuff there as well. Plus, there's food and water there. Bad food, but food nonetheless. What I'm saying is, if we stay here, we die. If we try to get to the school, we have a much better chance of survival. Who disagrees?"
No answer.
"Who agrees?"
Everyone's hands raised.
"Good," Jimmy said. He took a deep breath. "Well then, let's start our plan of action."
Haha, I actually did research for this :D Researching guns isn't as boring as it sounds.
Kay, a few things I want to address.
One, sorry for the long wait. School's been a real bitch lately and…well, last year and the year before my grades weren't so good, so I really need to work hard this year. School comes first. I wish I had a time thingy mabobber that could stop time so I could just chillax, write like, seven chapters, set time back, and go to school without worrying about updates. It'd be soooooo much easier :) Ugh, the Doctor is so flipping lucky. Reference :D
Two, Gary, Petey, Pedro and the Preps aren't in this chapter because of A) writer's block with them and B) I really want to get this out, and if I write their part, it'll take even longer for me to update, and I don't want to keep you guys waiting that long. Also, speaking of missing characters, you won't be seeing Galloway for a couple chapters, I just introduced him in the story because I felt like it. But don't worry, I have plans for him, just later on.
Three, I know it seems Jimmy has brushed off Zoe's death, which would seem out of character, but hear me out. He's trying to block it from his mind, he doesn't want to think about her death. It'll be addressed more later on in the story, just not soon, since I hate Zoe and don't feel like bringing her up for a while lols.
Four, I know it seems odd for Russell to just attack his father like that, but Russell isn't all that smart. So if his dad looked like a monster and someone told him it wasn't really his dad, I'd think he'd buy it.
Well, I think that about covers it. Farewell, my lovely readers. Any opinions you have on this? Suggestions? Ways to improve? Tell me, because I know you want to :D And remember: zombie story + review = puppy smiles ^_^