CLAIREMBER 2022
Day 6 - fierce
Claire fired her handgun. The zombie jerked sideways. She fired again. Puffy brains exploded from the back of the zombie's head. As blood cascaded from the thing's busted vase of a skull, it sank into the sewer water and collapsed. The scummy water grew dark red.
Claire turned to Sherry. "You okay?"
Trembling, she nodded.
"Good."
Claire ejected the clip and checked it. She fished a handful of brass shells out of her pink cutoffs, slipped them into the clip, and then reloaded the gun.
Smiling, Claire said, "Let's move."
As she headed toward the left sewer tunnel, Sherry ran to her side and grabbed her hand. She expected Claire – who reminded her of those cool, tough, fearless women on TV, only way better because she was real – to shake free of her grip.
But she didn't. Instead, she gently squeezed Sherry's hand and led her through a door into the next part of the tunnel. Sherry stopped trembling.
She looked up at Claire and thought, Someday, I wanna be just like her.