Chapter 8
"Where the fuck did you get grenades!" Needless to say, Sam was a little surprised when I came downstairs with a box of explosives.
"They were in with my dad's old army things, and I figured that they could come in handy somehow, so chill out."
"Come in handy, huh? These things are explosive devices, John! The only way they will come in handy will be to blow up in our faces, then we won't have to worry about escaping!"
"They're not filled with nitro, Sam. The only way they can explode is if we pull the pin and let go of that handle-lever thing. As long as that thing on the side is held down, you can have the pin pulled for as long as you want and it won't go off. Just be sure to hide behind something sturdy when you throw them, because these are frag grenades."
Growing increasingly nervous from being near to the little bombs, Sam shouted "You mean you can duck behind something, because I am not touching them."
Tired of trying to reason with her, I simply said "Fine. More for me."
With that settled, I decided to get back on track. "Alright now," I said, "Back to business. You can have this shotgun, I already have one. And you should wear these," I said, handing her a set of combats, "The have lots of big pockets to carry ammo and stuff, they don't chafe when wet, and they are nearly impossible to tear under normal use."
"They don't give a girl much to work with."
Though Sam didn't mean for it to be that funny, we both burst out laughing, and didn't stop until we were gasping for breath, with tears streaming down our faces and our sides aching.
"Sam, we're in a city overrun with zombies and who-knows-what-else, getting our weapons and supplies ready for a task that could very well kill us, and you are worried about your wardrobe? I'll never understand teenage girls."
"Well, if you…" Sam stuttered, unable to think up a snappy comeback, finally said "Shut up!"
With that we both started laughing again
A/N: It'll probably be a while before I update again. Sorry.