As it turns out, I didn't have to stall Nick at all. The head aches, the vomting, the muscel pains, a slight fever, and watery eyes came back back ten fold. I sure as hell hope I didn't catch the Swine Flu, considering the fact that the Green Flu turns people into zombies.
Nick was running around tending to me every time I barfed then killing zombies that came at the door. Apparently, my barf attracts zombies like this one zombie Nick told me about that was called a Boomer.
I kept apologizing to Nick every time I puked, and finally, he had enough. He told me to shut it. It wasn't my fault that I was sick and that I shouldn't be taking the blame. Finally, I passed out on the floor.
When I woke up, the urge to vomit was gone. I stood up slowly, and a little shakily, knees knocking together, one hand clutching the wall, the other holding my head. I picked my back pack up, crining abit as vomit dripped off of the soaked material. Bracing myself slightly, I shook my bag trying to get some of the dried up chunks off.
I walked over to Nick silently, and tapped him on the shoulder. He jumped before spinning around. "Stevie Ray, shouldn't you be resting?"
"I'm fine now, just a few pills and I'll be fine until the next safe house. Then I'll sleep again."
"You better. Or else."
"Or else... I'll ground you."
"Yes... Daddy." I giggled, grabbed some ammo, and removed the steel pole from the door. I kicked it open and danced into the mall. A zombie ran at me only to have it's brains splattered across the tiled floor. "Are you coming, Daddy?" Nick stared at me, mouth open, one hand raised and twitching slightly. I rolled my eyes and grabbed ahold of his hand and yanked him out of the room.
Nick finally came to his senses and closed the door. I used Cee to put the pole back in its place then unbarricaded the door that led outside the mall. As we continued on our way, things got slightly easier.
Either something was up, or zombies are really stupid. I'm going with the first one, but the second seems likely too. We went up an escalator, down another, and entered a food court. Sobbing carried out, drifting with the airconditioner air. I looked at Nick. "I hear a Witch Daddy."
"Yeah, I hear it too."
"Good, I'm not going insane."
"Who says we both aren't going insane?" Nick waggled his eyebrows, a chuckle escaping his past his lips. I giggled, my mouth hidden behind my cupped hand. We snuck through the food court, eyes and ears open.
Then we saw her. Crouched at the foot of yet another escalator, sobbing into her hands and swaying back and forth. We switched off our lights and snuck forward. "Crap. She's right in ou- Stevie Ray! What are you doing?"
I was happening to sneak towards the Witch with my frying pan raised. With a strong swing, I hit the Witch in the back of the neck, right in between the virtabrae. She slumped foreward, and Nick joined my side. He kicked the dead body of the Witch out of the way before staring at me with an eyebrow raised. "What?"
"How the hell did you do that?"
"Do what?"
"That," he gestured wildly with his hand, pointing at the Witch, "how did you break her neck*?"
"I broke the vertabrae with enough force to kill her."
"Yeah, I know that, but how did you know how to kill her?"
"Well, 1000 Ways to Die* is one way, but I killed people when I was eight with psychic power. Killing isn't new to me."
"Huh." We continued up the escalator, over a knocked down door, down a hallway, down a stair case, down another hallway, then we arrived at a set of alarmed doors. "I have a feeling this alarm is gonna get us some unwanted attention."
"Yep. The room to turn the alarm off is three stories up."
"I would ask how you know this, but I'll ignore it for now. I need more ammo."
"Ammo is with the alarm too. See, that's why you should carry two weapons around with you Daddy."
"Shut it, kid."
I kicked open the door, cringing along with Nick as the alarm rang. An eerie scream anouncing an oncoming horde caused me to grab Nicks arm and yank him along with me up yet another escalator. We shot, bashed, and shoved zombies. We were ridden, spat at, barfed on, pounced on, snagged by a tounge, and pounded into the ground multipul times. By the time we shut the alarm off, we were out of breath, and, in Nicks case, limping. We fought off the last few waves of zombies and slummped onto the ground. "Heh... hey Daddy."
"Yeah kid?"
"Ah, tits!"
"Niiiiceeee." We laughed, heads thrown back.
Nick stood up and offered me his hand. I took it and he pulled me to my feet. "Lets go kid, we have to get to the next safe room before you puke again."
"'Kay, Daddy."
We recieved more ammo from the ammo pile that was laying on the table, and left the room. We went down a stair case, down another hall way, through another pair of doors, killed more zombies, up another escalator, and down another hallway, and finally, finally, saw another red door that led to safety. We ran towards it, surprised attack by a Charger, killed the Charger, entered the safe room, slammed the door shut, and then barricaded it.
Nick took first watch, but I still wrote on the wall.
"Ellis, we're still alive. I'm not feeling well, but I don't have the flu. Trust me. Nicks fine. We took care of the alarm, since you guys probably took the last one.
Still alive,
Stevie Ray and Nick."
A/N: Breaking the Witches neck: Don't try this, the Witch will rip you a new hole.
1000 Ways to Die is an epic show and expands a childs knowledge of death and murder.
I had rewrite this because my computer deleted it. It was longer before and waaaay more detailed. I'm trying to finish this before school starts, because I have two other stories to write. Season Two of Emily the Witch, Jen the Hunter: The Human Years. And the sequal to The Magical Adventures of Wesker, Chelsea, and Jen... The Magical Adventures of Sergej, Chelsea, and Jen. It's gonna be epic. Please, cheak out the other two, they're epic and funny, and one has no plot! And they're both finished.
