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SONG: Broken by Seether feat. Amy Lee. Duck and Run by 3 Doors Down.


Zombieland: Cherish What's Left Over

Chapter 29: Split For Good

Roanoke stayed out on the porch for an hour, even in the dark, which she hated. She just sat there, staring off into space, wondering what happened. It was after an hour, that Wichita came out to confront her.

"What up girl, if the zombies don't get ya, the mosquitoes will." Wichita smirked. Roanoke did nothing and Wichita sat down beside her. Roanoke shook her head slightly.

"What's wrong?" Wichita asked, more concerned. Roanoke sniffed and took a deep, shuttered breath. "Ta-" she couldn't finish a single word without choking. Wichita wrapped her arm around her friend.

"I heard 'Ta', now, I'm guessing that's short for either 'tattoos' or 'Tallahassee', give me three guesses on which one it is." Roanoke remained silent. Roanoke choked again and bent over, supporting herself on her knees. She sobbed silently and tears rolled down her face and splattered onto Wichita's bare feet.

"Alright. That's it." Wichita announced, clapping her hands and standing up. "I'm gonna put a bullet in that bastard's head." she growled, marching into the house. Roanoke wiped off her face and came in on Wichita's heels. She tugged on her friend's shirt like a lost five-year-old. She bit her lip and shook her head.

"What do you want me to do? Act like nothing happened? I don't think so, he hurt you, Ro and I'm going to hurt him in return!" Wichita growled.

Tallahassee was upstairs with Columbus, talking about random stuff, Tallahassee hadn't told anyone of what happened. He thought everything would be okay until he heard his name echoe through the house.

"Florida!" Get yer butt down here!" Wichita screamed.

"What did you do now?" asked Columbus.

"I really don't know, but all I know is, it's Wichita standing up for Roanoke."

"Dead man walking. Ro is like Wichita's sister, you should know that by now, you're stupid to mess with either of 'em."

"Thanks for the support."

"Any time."

"You're askin' for sixty-percent power." Tallahassee growled before heading downstairs.

"What, woman?" he shouted, acting like nothing was wrong. Before he could blink, a bullet zoomed past his head and shot into the wall. He did a double-take and Roanoke looked at Wichita like she was crazy.

"What did you do to her!" Wichita demanded, not putting her gun away.

"I didn't do anything!"

"Liar!"

"I didn't!"

"Detroit!" Detroit came into the room from the kitchen.

"What?" he asked, a bit curious and irritated at the same time.

"Florida here did something to Ro!" Detroit's lip curled.

"What did he do?" he growled.

"I dunno, neither will tell me." Wichita said. Detroit

"What did you do to her!" Detroit demanded.

"I didn't do anything!"

"Go to hell." Roanoke mumbled to Tallahassee before sprinting upstairs. Detroit lunged forward and punched Tallahassee in the face. Tallahassee rubbed his jaw and punched Detroit back.

"Guys!" Columbus yelled, coming down the stairs. "We can't turn on each other okay? We only have each other! We're already being chased by ravenous freaks! Don't think we have enough problems?"

"Columbus is right, just shut up and Tal, either God forbid, tell us what happened or apologize to Roanoke. Your choice, you're going to end up doing both at some point anyway." said Wichita. Tallahassee sighed.

"Well-"

"Guys!"

"What now?" Wichita yelled. Little Rock came jumping down the stairs.

"Who shot the gun!" Wichita raised her hand.

"Well, that was a nice move, smart one, 'cause zombies are coming, like, tons of them!"

"We can take 'em." smirked Tallahassee.

"No." Little Rock shook her head, just look out the window!" They all went to a back window to see a wave of zombies running towards the house. Not just sixty of them, like back at Pacific Playland, about three-hundred of them.

"Holy crap!"

"Yeah! We gotta go!" yelled Detroit. "Tal, come with me upstairs, we need to grab Ro and a couple of things, the rest of you, get to the car and if we're not out in five, go!"

"No! Tal, me and Columbus will go upstairs, you grab Roanoke and Little Rock and go!" Detroit nodded and ran upstairs. Wichita kissed her sister on the forehead.

"Be careful, sis, I love you."

"Love you too." Detroit came downstairs with Roanoke, her eyes were red and puffy.

"We'll all meet up in Maryland, at the border, we all have walkie-talkies so let's keep in touch!" said Wichita. The others nodded. "Go!" Little Rock, Roanoke and Detroit bolted out the door to the van, there was a working truck that the others could take.

"Tal, go to the truck, me and Columbus will get the stuff!" Tallahassee nodded and turned to leave. He was about to bolt out the door when he noticed a book lying on the floor. It had the word 'journal' written on the cover. 'Must be Cabbage patch's.' he thought. He couldn't leave it there, it was her journal, and he was a jerk earlier so he picked up her journal and decided to give it back to her later. He ran out to the truck and put the key in the ignition. The zombies were getting closer and Tallahassee was tapping his foot in anticipation as he watched the other's get away in the van. He saw Roanoke in the back seat and she was staring at him. He stared back. Why the hell did he kiss her earlier? Was it a spur of the moment thing? Or did he really.. no, that wasnt' an option. He didn't love her, couldn't love her, and wouldn't love her. That simple.

Wichita and Columbus ran out of the house and got into the truck.

"Go!" shouted Wichita as a zombie slammed into the back of the truck. Tallahassee floored it and sped off. The zombies followed them for about a mile and after that, they stopped following. It was then, that Tallahassee let his thoughts drift. They drifted to Roanoke. 'Think of Twinkies.' he thought. They drifted back to Roanoke. 'Think of Cadillacs.' They drifted back to Roanoke. 'Think of zombie-killing.' They drifted back to Roanoke. He rubbed his head and closed his eyes for a moment. The image of the green-haired girl always appeared in his head. He regretted hurting her. He felt bad about doing something he shouldn't have done. He glanced at the journal that was sitting under his bag. He was so deep in his thoughts that he didn't notice the fuel dial turn to 'E'. The truck came to a slow stop.

"What?" Tallahassee yelled, pounding on the horn. "This is just great, it's nine-o-clock! It's pitch-black and we're outta freakin' gas!" Tallahassee yelled.

"Tallahassee, chill, we'll just get another ride, grab the flashlights." said Columbus, digging in his bag. Tallahassee grabbed a flashlight and decided to do a bit of 'light reading' as the other two searched the area for a vehicle.

I guess I can't hide the fact that I really love this guy now. He's everything to me. I guess you can't even call it love any more, it's more like... an obsession.

Tallahassee read her journal and dropped the book. He couldn't believe it. She loved him? That much? Really? That was impossible! There was no way she could love him! She hated him! He couldn't think any much longer though, his thoughts were cut off by a sickening wail. Wichita and Columbus opened the truck doors and grabbed their bags.

"Run! The horde must've caught up with us!" yelled Columbus. Tallahassee grabbed his bag and ran with the others towards an old, wooden house. They got their weapons out and formed a circle in the center of the shack.

"You guys go! Find a car! I'll stay here!" yelled Tallahassee.

"No! We won't leave!"

"That was an order! Move your dumb asses and get outta here! There are too many!"

"We can't leave you, Tal!" shouted Wichita.

"Go! Now, or so help me I will make the rest of your lives a living hell!"

"You already do!" Tallahassee glared at Columbus.

"Go. Please, run." Tallahassee was more serious than the two had ever seen him and nodded. They left out a of a back door and ran away from the house. They saw a wave of howling masses swarm into the house and they heard Tallahassee's yells of victory and triumph as he killed corpse after corpse. They waited a moment and his yells started to become less triumphant and cocky. They soon were not as loud and energetic, they became filled with worry and woe. And soon, no more sounds were heard from the shack. Just screams and moans from zombies. They didn't hear any more bullets.

Tallahassee Florida was dead.


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