Chapter Seven

Connie walked into the gas station and headed for the counter.

" Come on where the fuck is it?" she muttered as she looked around the place.

The door to the place opened.

Connie raised her weapon and turned around, almost pulling the trigger.

" Whoa, it's just me."

Connie looked at the tanned guy.

What was his name, again…

" Hello, Carlos." she said as she lowered the gun. " You really shouldn't sneak up on people like that. Act like the zombies and bang on the wall, glass, or door next time."

" Um…yeah…" Carlos didn't know if he should take her seriously or not.

A tension filled the air as Connie resumed looking for the oil.

A sharp rattle on the glass caused Connie to jump out of her skin and raise the gun again.

" See, Kyle knows the standard procedure." she said as she glared at the black haired man as he casually strolled into the gas station.

" Procedure? I was just trying to scare the hell out of you."

" And you've succeeded. What brings you here?"

" I have the much needed oil additive." he said as he removed a bottle from his newly acquired trench coat.

" Where'd you get that?"

" Jill. She found it when she was with my darling brother. I ran into them as I was walking towards the Sales Office. So, we're escaping by trolley, eh?"

" No, dumbass. I meant the coat."

" Oh, I stopped by the hotel, and grabbed it. I never leave home without it."

" Right…" Connie said.

Moans came through the walls of the gas station.

" The zombies are restless." Carlos said.

Kyle looked at him.

" Who are you?"

" Carlos Oliviera."

" Right…" Kyle said as he raised his shotgun. " Let's go kick some zombie ass."

The two stupidly went outside.

Connie shrugged.

" Men are so stupid." she mumbled as she continued her search.

She walked to the left of the counter and found a safe.

" Who puts a fuckin' safe in a gas station?" Connie asked exasperatedly as she put her ear to the safe.

She wasn't Jill, but she could manage it.

" Eureka!" she said as the door slightly came open and she pulled it the rest of the way.

She grabbed the bottle of machine oil and made for the exit.

Connie got to the door just as a spark occurred, blowing the garage up. Connie made a mad dash to the door and escaped unscathed.

" Oh, fuck." she said as she saw Kyle and Carlos leaning against the walls of the station.

" What?" Kyle asked as he got up.

" Fuckin' bastards."

" Temper, temper, Constance."

" Shut up. We need to get back to the cable car." she said as she stormed off.

" Wanna hear what happened with me and your sister?" Kyle said as he and Carlos caught up with her.

" Sure…"