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This chapter is dedicated to no particular person but I would like to include my sensei, who is alive (lol), and without him, i probably would've quit martial arts a while back! Please r and r!


Zombieland: Cherish What's Left Over

Chapter 11: Which Hurts More?

Was she forgetting anything else before she let the blade pierce her flesh? Was she mad at anyone else? Oh, yes, she forgot to mension her crush. She had one, but could she have told him before they were both stripped from their privilege to live? No. She didn't have the courage and there was no way she could've told him. He wouldn't have liked her back anyhow. No guy had ever liked her, well, besides the nerds who thought they could have her since she was hovering towards the bottom of the populartiy chain as well. Psh, please, she kicked every single one of them to the side in either a minute or two days. There was no way her crush would've liked her in return.

"Well that settles it." she mumbled to herself, positioning the blade. "Hey, I gotta talk to you." came a voice from outside the bathroom door. The voice startled her and her hand slipped, cutting her wrist. She hissed in pain and cursed quited loudly. "What?!" she snapped, glaring at the door. "Are you okay?" the voice of who she now knew was Tallahassee said. "I'm fine, I uh, rammed my knee into the sink!" Roanoke put the knife away and she cleaned her wrist off in the sink. "Hey, could you come out, I need to talk to you." said Tallahassee. Roanoke grimaced and pushed down her sleeve. "Okay, hold on!" she said, rubbing her glassy eyes and making herself look decent. She opened the door and slipped through the opening and shutting it behind her. Tallahassee gave her a funny look. "What were you doin' in there?" he asked. "Usin' the bathroom." she replied casually. "Why not use your suites'?" Tallahassee raised an eyebrow. "Uh, I didn't want to wake the girls." she said. Tallahassee grunted in response. "Hey, we're takin' you to Roanoke, right?" Roanoke nodded. "What're you gonna do after you see yer place again?" Roanoke played with the hem of her shirt. "Dunno. Probably just going to hang around Roanoke for a while and then maybe travel." she said, avoiding his gaze and shrugging. Tallahassee grunted again. "You think we could crash at your place when we get there, we could probably reach Roanoke by tomorrow evening and we can't travel at night very well, the kids don't like it." Roanoke shook her head. "No, I wouldn't mind." she said. Tallahassee nodded his head once. There was an akward silence. "Um, well, we should hit the sack, got a road trip tomorrow." said Roanoke. "Yeah." said Tallahassee. He turned to walk back down the hall. "Hey." said Roanoke. Tallahassee turned back around. "Yeah?" Roanoke hesitated before proceeding. "What do you think hurts more? Flesh wounds... or emotional ones?" She asked nervously, shifting back and forth on her feet. Tallahassee looked at her strange but rubbed his stubbled jaw in thought. "Emotional. Emotional can make us hurt physically as well." he said casually. "Why?" he then asked. "Oh, I dunno, just wondering, heh, heh, it surprises me that you could be so deep!" she laughed. "Hey! I have my moments!" he said, smirking. "Goodnight." she mumbled, blushing. "Night." he said and retreated to his and Columbus' suite. Roanoke ran a hand through her hair and sighed. She felt like ramming her head against a wall. She slowly trudged back to her room for some much-needed rest.

The next day, the gang was packing up, getting ready for the trip to Roanoke and Roanoke was getting very anxious. "Alright. We got everythin'?" asked Tallahassee when everyone gathered in the lobby with their things. No one said anything. "Alright, I'm gonna take a leak, you guys go throw your stuff in the van." he said nonchalantly before trudging into the lobby bathroom. Everyone went outside and Roanoke hesitantly followed after eyeing the bathroom door for a moment and swallowing hard.

After an hour on the road, the five had gotten on the topic of movie stars. "You did what?!" bellowed Roanoke to Columbus who flinched. "It was an accident!" Roanoke growled. "You don't shoot someone on accident! You have to pull the trigger, dipstick!" Tallahassee, who was living it up in the driver's seat, laughed. "She has a point there, Columbo!" he shouted. "You are so lucky you didn't kill Avril Lavigne or someone extremely important like that or else I would kill you right here on the spot! But oh my God! You killed Bill Murray! I do not believe you! How could you commit such a heinous crime and live with yourself?!" Roanoke continued ranting for another three minutes with the girls snickering in the background until Tallahassee 'called off the dog'. "Alright now, Luke Skywalker here didn't mean to kill 'im I'm sure, so lay off, Cabbage Patch." Roanoke frowned at her nickname but giggled at Columbus'. "Ah, come on! I'm not one of those textbook nerds! It's not like I like Star Wars!" Roanoke and Tallahassee waved it off sarcastically. "So." spoke up Little Rock. "What does Avril Lavigne do?" Roanoke screamed. "What did you just say?!" Little Rock rolled her eyes. "You know, you are remarkably like Tallahassee." she commented. "No! Drop the small talk! How do you not know of the awesomeness that is Avril Lavigne!? That is even more of a crime than what Nerd-face over here did! Avril Lavigne is the best female singer on the planet! Her talent, vocals, and fashions are what kept me going when I had the most difficult calculus homework! I know you're twelve and I can accept the fact you don't know who Bill Murray is since some people don't get out much, but not knowing who Avril Lavigne is... is like asking who Will Ferrell is!"

"Who's Will Ferrell?" The car skidded to a sudden stop and Tallahassee whipped around in his seat. "How do you not know who Will Ferrell is?!" Both Roanoke and Tallahassee yelled. "Okay, let's stop playing 'let's yell at my sister' for five seconds?!" interjected Wichita. Tallahassee grunted and started driving again. Roanoke crossed her arms and side-glanced at Wichita. "Can we play 'let's yell at Wichita'? I mean seriously! How do you not know who Will Ferrel is?"

"I know!" said Tallahassee. "Some people!" Roanoke nodded and no one felt like messing with her for the next hour since she seemed pretty P.O.d.

After a while, Roanoke took the wheel and soon, they were pulling into her old home's driveway. Roanoke sighed as she took a long look at her parent's house. She had grown up here, learned how to walk, talk and everything else there. "Um, nice place." said Columbus, a little nervous. "Thanks." Roanoke replied, surprisingly nicely. She opened her door and stepped out of the van. She couldn't take her eyes off of the black, styled door that lead into the one-story, friendly-looking home. She cocked her gun just in case there were any zombies and began to walk slowly towards the door. The others got out as well. They were about to learn more about this girl just by staying at her house one night. They were eager and anxious, awaiting what set inside. They crowded around Roanoke who was feeling along the small space above the door. "Ah-hah!" she said softly, grabbing the object off of the space. It was a key. She inserted it into the hole and turned it until it clicked. She turned the doorknob and opened the door quickly, barging in and looking all around for hazards. Everyone let out a breath none of them knew they were holding in as they saw that there was no trace of anything zombie. "Well. Roanoke sighed, Make yourselves at home." she said, setting her gun down on a coffee table. The gang 'oohed' and 'aahed' at the sight of her living room. They were greeted by tons of trophies, medals and certificates, scattered around the warm, inviting room. They couldn't help but walk by and admire every one of them. "Track and Field Champion? Two-thousand and four?" Wichita read aloud off of one of the gold plates on a five-foot tall blue and gold tropy that was sitting near the fireplace. "High school track and field first place star?" Tallahassee read from a plaque. "Fastest in the tri-state, first place? I congratulate you on achieving this award, you have beaten the finest and fastest teens in Roanoke." Columbus read from a certificate. "I award you with a... five hundred dollar grand prize?!" Columbus continued. Tallahassee face Roanoke who was looking over some trinkets, blushing at all of the trophies and stuff. "You got five-hundred dollars for running?" he asked her. She looked up and blushed harder. "Uh, yeah, it was a mile though and there were hurdles and obstacles and stuff." Wichita walked over to another area of the living room. "Oh my God!" she exclaimed. "What?!" asked Roanoke. "What are these?!" she said curiously, picking up two small, silver, fancy daggers that were lying neatly on a mantle. "Oh! Don't touch those!" yelled Roanoke, grabbing them from Wichita and placing them neatly back in their place. "Those are my daggers." she explained. She walked over to the corner of the room and picked up a staff that was leaning up against the wall. It was smooth wood. She swung it and it made a sharp sound as it snapped through the air. She set it back down and picked up a sword that was lying on the fireplace. She pulled it out of it's sheath with an impressive metallic sound and held it up in front of her face like a warrior. She smiled as she admired it and putting it back in it's case. "You mind tellin' me why you have all this?" asked Tallahassee, directing towards the various weapons in the room. "Holy crap! You're a brown belt in karate?!" shrieked Little Rock, pointing at the certificates and belts layed neatly across a shelf above the black leather sofa. "Does that answer your question?" smiled Roanoke. "Isn't a brown belt right next to a black one?" asked Columbus. "Well, yes, but my sensei died and I quit. It's as simple as that. It's like friends. If one dies, you don't want to have someone totally new and different replace them, it'd be wierd. So I quit. I might never become a black belt now. "So, all you did was track and field and karate?" asked Wichita. Roanoke nodded. "Those were the only things I was good at, I excelled in those though and I gave both of them all of what I had to be the best, and I was. I was never good at anything else though, I wasn't a softball prep or some basketball junkie, I was into stuff most people weren't into." She sighed and gave a weak laugh. "My parents would always place everything I earned in here, they liked showing off." Little Rock gave Roanoke a big smile and Wichita nodded approvingly. Tallahassee smirked and he suddenly darted down the hallway. "The attention span of a squirrel he's got... oh crap! He's gonna find my room! That sneaky little devil!" yelled Roanoke, running after him, but it was too late, he was standing in the doorway of her room, grinning like he had found a stash of twinkies. "Tallahassee Florida! Get out of my room!" Tallahassee laughed. "Not a chance!" he said, as he went in her room and immediately began jumping on her bed. "Tallahassee! Get out of here right now or you are sleeping outside!" Tallahassee let out a whoop as he enjoyed bouncing on her soft mattress. "I hope you fall off and break every bone in your body!" she screamed, tackling him and trying to wrestle him off the bed. Tallahassee flipped her over, despite her strength, and pinned her to the bed. He smiled at her while she just avoided his gaze, blushing like mad. "Well, well, well, what've we here?" said Wichita from the door flirtatiously. Tallahassee got off the bed and walked out of Roanoke's old room. He brushed past Wichita. "Jealous?" he said to her. "In your dreams!" she called after him before going into Roanoke's room and shutting the door behind her. She cornered Roanoke who wasn't expecting the surprise attack, and looked at Wichita like she was crazy. "So." Wichita said. "How long have you been crushing on Tallahassee Florida?"


Oh! A cliffhanger! oh no! oh well, you gotta wait until the next chapter! :3 Please review and give me ideas, requests and anything else!

Tallahassee: Do you have any twinkies in this place?

Roanoke: no, I hate twinkies!

Tallahassee: ......you did not just say that.

Wichita: I'm getting clever in the next chapter aren't i?

Little Rock: i thought you were clever enough in this chapter!

Columbus: So, the kind readers will review, right?

author: of course Columbus, don't worry!

Anyway! Thanks for reading!