Chapter 1
Jessica Hunt, Survivor 09
How long had it been since she had water? How long had it been since she'd had some food? How long would she have to hold this heavy gun in her hands?
Jessica sighed, and turned to look at Scott. He was asleep, his arms folded around his chest. His back was against the cold linoleum bathroom wall. Jessica turned away from him, and stood up. They were in the girl's bathroom, and it was empty. Although, the zombies outside hadn't stopped moaning, and it was keeping her awake.
How did I get here? How could I have survived?
Jessica tried to remember the events leading up to her and Scott closing themselves off in the bathroom. She was in forth period, watching the clock tick by slowly. She was listening to the teacher talk about Washington. She was tapping her pencil in her catholic school uniform, switching which leg would be on top as she crossed them. She smiled as the boys on the other side of the room raised their eyes every time she switched.
So she was a little of a slut, who could blame her? Blame religion.
And then, abruptly stopping Jessica in mid-switch (not that the boys minded) an announcement came over the intercom.
"Please evacuate the school, I repeat please evacuate the school."
Everyone would've cheered if it weren't for the screams behind the principals voice. Jessica stood up instantly, and looked at the teacher. He looked around the classroom,
"Uh.. you heard the man, everybody out." As soon as she stepped in the threshold, she wished she would've stayed in the room. One of the boys, probably Mike, was stumbling towards them. His face was pale, and his eyes were sunk in. He moaned (and not one of those sexy moans, no this was a moan for hunger) and began to stumble a little faster.
Some girls shrieked, other boys cursed for all they were worth, Jessica just ran. She had booked it out of that school as fast as she could, and running down the front steps she was stopped by the last boy she slept with, Scott Price.
"Come on, we'll get in my car and head to my house." He said, sounding very confident and only a little scared. They never made it to Scott's house. There were car-crashes everywhere, people screaming in the streets. Zombies… it seemed, were attacking the city. They made it on foot to the mall, and when they'd gotten there it was in total chaos. Scott, still confident, stole two guns from a store and then they barricaded themselves in the girl's bathroom. Here they sat, near nightfall, with screams for lullabies.
Jessica stood up and looked into the mirror. Her brown eyes and black hair were vibrant in the mirror. She'd only seen pale blue and white until now. She started to pour water into her hands. It felt good to feel something again, even if it was almost blistering cold.
"You okay, Jessica?" Scott asked, he hadn't moved, just lifted up his head. Jessica nodded, and then went and sat beside him. He put his arm around her,
"I'm… what will we do when they break in?" She asked Scott, and for the first time Scott seemed a little worried.
"I don't know. But I know someone will save us soon. Someone has too. But other than that…" He said, and then Jessica finished his statement,
"We're dead meat."
"No hun, not yet." Jessica giggled a little bit, and gently kissed Scott. As she did, he felt her breast she began to slowly unbutton her shirt.
This is not the time, nor the place, but I suppose, this might be the last chance I… we, have.
Jessica thought, and though it was not the most pure thought, it made her happy. It made Scott happy too.
