Chapter 9
A/N: First of all, I would like to thank all my reviewers and readers. I hope that you will check out my new fic: Resident Evil: Project: Reality.
After Sam and I changed, I noticed a problem.
"Hey Sam, what happens if one of us gets grabbed by a zombie, and we aren't able to kill it in time?" I asked.
"Well…"
"I was thinking---"
"Now that's a scary image." She says, grinning.
I fake a hurt look, then continue. "As I was saying, we should find something to tie or tape on ourselves for some kind of body armor. I was thinking we could cut up some those collapsing lawn chairs in the basement, and use tape to attach the fabric to our arms, legs, and anywhere else that we could be bitten. The fabric will allow us freedom of movement, but will be practically impossible to bite through."
"Fine, but..."
"But what?" I asked.
"You sound like one of those late-night infomercials."
"What?"
"It's like your trying to sell anti-zombie armor. You could be on TV saying 'For a limited time only! Super Zombie-Proof Body Armor! It may not stop a bullet or knife, but a zombie's teeth have no chance! Order Now!' And you know what?"
"What?"
"You could probably make a killing doing it. You should consider a career in telemarketing."
I just stood there, looking at Sam with a blank expression, not knowing whether to laugh or take her seriously.
"I'm just joking. You know that, right?"
"Shut up"
A/N: I don't know when I will be able to update this story, so keep checking back!