"So if we enter from this way, we will be able to get to the storage area and we can stock up. We have about thirty minutes before I think we'd get overwhelmed. The guns have silencers but it's a matter of how good of shot we are..." Token glanced up at Kyle, who gave him a plain look of 'don't even go there'.
"Je-Jesus Cchrist, I don't know if I-I want to go..." Tweek responded fretfully, pulling at his stringy blond hair with one hand as Wendy leaned over to see the blueprints.
"That's easy." She observed, shrugging. "Token, you and I can handle this."
"Really? Okay...just the two of us then?" Token glanced up at her skeptically from where he sat at the dining room table. Kyle rolled his eyes as he glanced towards Bebe, who was glaring at Wendy. He thought their infautation with Token was ridiculous - sure, he had an impressive house, and yeah, they had a ton of water because of Token's pool, and they still had warm showers, and generators because of the Black's money - but come on. He wasn't THAT impressive. Not everyone likes washboard abs or a well defined jawline... and an excellent ass. The redhead frowned as he thought of this, and he took a step back to allow Token to get up.
"Okay, Testaburger - grab your gear, we're going out."
The car made a sickening sound as it ran over one of the zombie corpses on the way down - the streets were littered with animated dead that were crawling. Obviously there was someone else trying to mow them down. Token glanced behind him on the road instinctively, even though there wasn't another living soul assumably for miles.
He frowned as he glanced at Wendy. Her long hair was pinned back and her blue eyes were fixed on the window.
"Wendy?" He asked quietly, his heart thudding in his chest as he watched her look over, her eyes chillingly steady on his.
"Yeah?" She asked, and he shrugged and added, "Nothing, you just seem distance. You sure you're up for this? It's going to be crowded around town. We've already hit five zombies and we're getting pretty close. We're just lucky the tires can turn them into tire fodder."
"It'll be fine, Token. You sound worried," She pulled the bag on her lap open, checking inside. "I have 80 shells besides the ones in my gun, so we have to go quick." She pulled out a handgun, and rolled down the window a bit as they got closer, her eyes focused on the zombies slowly turning around, staring at their vehicle, noticing the gleam of the lights at first. The sky as they went closer to town had turned a poisonous red, making it difficult to distinguish the shadows from bodies.
The minute he blasted through the gates, she hopped out and targeted two zombies - missing the first one and getting a head shot with the second. She pushed the one she missed outside the gate with her foot, and slammed it shut again, pulling out a lock from her belt. She ran to the backyard as Token parked and she motioned for him to get the door. His movement was fluid-like - he lept down from the truck and approached the heavy loading dock door, and then hooked up the device to crack the code for the locking mechanism. It snapped after twenty seconds and they hurried inside, slamming the door shut.
"Find the lights now!" Wendy hissed, her eyes trying to focus to the darkness. She grabbed the flashlight in her bag and turned it on, and then tossed one to Token, who was glancing around.
"This room is clear...give me a few minutes, let me get the generator room." He headed towards the door, and she grabbed his shoulder quickly.
"No!"
"What, Wendy?" Token asked, giving her a skeptical look. "We won't be able to see that well in there, I need to get the lights. There's too many places for them to hide in the aisles."
"But...if you don't come back..." She said quietly, her eyes averted. He smiled shyly, edging closer to her and wrapping his arms around her shoulders, kissing her forehead gingerly.
"I'll be back." He affirmed, and her eyes drifted upwards, locking on his dark ones. Without much of a pause, she pressed her lips against his and then put her arms around his neck, her hands going for his shirt buttons. He fell victim to her touch, and returned the kiss amiably as he ran his tongue along her lower lip. The lights flickered on. Pressing her up against the bar of a loading carrier, his hand wandered down her side and along the curve of her hip. The tip of his fingers entered underneath the hem of her pants, realizing she wasn't wearing underwear. He looked at her with a moment of hesitation as they breathed heavily, then he pulled her shirt over her head and threw it on the carrier. "This is bad timing,"
"I know," She whispered wryily, dragging a hand under his shirt to feel his distinct six pack with her fingertips. "But I'm a bad, bad girl, Token."
"Oh," He said with a sly smile, their faces close as his halflided eyes rested on hers. "I know." They feverishly made out, what seemed like minutes turned into a half an hour as he
BANG.
"What the fu-" Token turned, glancing towards the door to the grocery store. He rushed over with the flash light, Wendy's hand stretched out to stop him but he was moving too quick. Wretching open the door, he stormed inside, realizing the lights were on. How did he miss the lights going on...?
He walked through, not sure what he was supposed to be seeing. Then he noticed a pattern. There was nothing there. Literally everything in the small store but the hairbrushes had been stripped from the shelves.
"What...the fuck..." He looked at a sign written in red lip stick on the small front window.
"THANKS FOR THE TRUCK. HAVE FUN FUCKING WENDY TO DEATH, BLACK!"
Token's eyes widened as he read '- love, Eric' at the end of the paragraph. He heard the door creak open as Wendy walked inside, looking at the window numbly.
"He didn't." Wendy said quietly, almost tripping over a still zombie corpse.
Token paused, reading it once more, then replied.
"He did."
