Drunken Hamster: Yeah, at that point, I didn't have a lot on my mind to write. Sorry.
Wealthy man: What the rich guy said.
GANGSTA: Ugh...
Candlehead: Really, when?
Gloyd Orangeboar: Yeah, you do that. Moving on...
Creamy Buttercap: Release the beast.
Korrasami 88: Hooray!
Al Drin Hoshizora:... What did you say?
Antha1: But... but... ISN'T THERE MORE TO LIFE?!
Satsui no Hado Ryu: But the dream is in the eye of the beholder... no idea why I just said that.
Js: Yeah, that's unexpected. Your at odds with your own feelings. Maybe becoming a zombie does that to you.
I am a burglar: Try again next time, buddy.
The Batista: Whatever.
Bill and Jill had hoped that when they'd returned to the apartment, nobody would've questioned why neither of them had been there when the rest of the group woke up. Alas, fate had not been kind to them for the past year.
"Hey, Mr. Andersen, where were you guys?" A somewhat portly man named Bob asked the moment they walked through the door. "We were wondering when you'd get back here. We were worried."
"Really?" Bill asked, briefly having a glimmer of hope that the group actually gave two cents about him and his wife's well-being.
"Yeah... we needed you to go out and get some food for us," Bob continued. "We're starving."
Bill's optimistic smile slowly turned to a grumpy frown. Jill sighed.
"But, but... we spent this morning running through the city," Bill said, trying to earn some sympathy. "We're exhausted."
"Yeah, but you two have proven to be the most competent out of all of us," One woman noted. "Nobody has managed to go on more missions and come back so many times with so little bites and scratches on you. Heck, did you see what happened to the last group we sent out?"
"No, we didn't," Jill said. "We haven't seen them."
Sir, who was sitting on a couch, growled out, "Just go."
Jill saw her husband's face start to go red, and she whispered, "Calm down. Let's just go now."
"But, but, but..."
"Come on," Jill said, and yanked her husband out the door.
(In Bill's Mind)
"...What just happened there?" Bill's Anger asked, staring blankly at the screen. "Did they really just... after all we've..."
"Oh, I'll tell you what happened," Disgust said, his arms folded crossly. "The same thing that's happened for nearly a year since this whole outbreak started."
Anger sighed. "What are we doing with our lives?" He asked, slumping into his chair.
"Well, we found our daughter," Joy pointed out in an attempt to lighten the situation. However, he shrunk down when he felt the mood seem to get darker instead.
"Yeah, bit if we get bitten or scratched, that's definitely going to come to naught," Fear lamented. "I wish one of those lazy bastards would get up and risk their lives for once."
After getting over Fear using such a word, Anger said, "When we played those zombie games, the team always stuck together. Why can't life be a video-game?"
The emotions stopped at the door, and opened it to see the infected crowding in the streets.
"...Game over, man," Fear whispered.
Bill and Jill held hands as the faced the dozens of infected citizens that had turned their attention to them. Hundreds of eyes filled with murderous intent locked in on the two, and the husband and wife knew that they were being faced with a fight or flight situation. And they only had a few seconds to decide which to use.
The zombies charged. Bill and Jill chose fight.
Bill punched one zombie in the face and elbowed another in the nose, knocking them back. Jill slammed the butt of her gun into another's face, sending him stumbling into a group of other zombies. She then swung it like a bat, striking multiple zombies across the face and stunning them.
With the first wave temporarily beaten back, Bill and Jill took the opportunity to run. The zombies were poised to follow them, but they were distracted when a shiny golden coin was chucked over their heads and went flying into an alleyway. Intrigued, the zombies ran after the object.
Nobody saw Yellowjacket at the open window, giving a triumphant smile and whispering, "Score."
Bill and Jill didn't notice what Yellowjacket had done, but they had noticed that the zombies weren't chasing them anymore. They didn't waste time, though; it wouldn't be long until the zombies returned.
Bill and Jill stopped at the nearest supplie of food.
"Quick, you have that dollar?" Jill asked as they stood in front of the nearbye vending machine. Bill fumbled in his pocket, pulled out the coin, and tossed it in to get a two bags of chips and a chocolate bar. The coin went in, and the food began to roll out.
"Yes!" Jill shouted in triumph. Bill, however, noticed groaning coming from down the alley, and he turned around, and his face paled.
"Uh, honey..." He whispered, tapping her on the back and pointing to the right. She turned around, and saw a group of rather gangly-looking zombies standing in the alley, wearing the sort of clothes that implied they had been unemployed before the outbreak began.
"Well, you're bound to find at least one of them around here," Jill whispered.
The zombies charged. Bill and Jill turned to the vending machine.
"Come on now..." They whispered urgently, hoping the junk food came out before the zombies reached them. However, it was taking an extraordinarily long time for it to land.
The zombies howled as they drew nearer. Bill began sweating, and Jill's breathing slowed.
The zombies were now a few inches away. One of them opened its mouth wide and lunged at Jill's neck.
At that precise moment, Bill grabbed the zombie by the throat and smashed its head through the vending machine's window just as the chips were released. Instantly, several of the food and beverages stored inside fell out through the glass. A can of Coca Cola sprayed out and smacked one zombie in the forehead, knocking him in the ground.
"Run!" Bill shouted. Quickly, Bill and Jill grabbed everything they could from the smashed vending machine and dashed off, leaving the zombies lying on the ground, covered in coke drinks. A final can dropped out and landed on one of the zombies' tenders. The zombie let out a high-pitched squeal, then fell unconscious.
Yellowjacket sat on the bed, curled into a ball, rocking back and forth as she waited for Bill and Jill to return. She sighed, feeling a sense of boredom that she had felt for nearly a year now.
Her interest was spiked when the door opened and Bill and Jill came in, looking rather frazzled and out of breath. Jill was leaning on the wall, and Bill was sweating.
"Zombies... really fast..." Bill said as he struggled to catch his breath. Yellowjacket shrugged and turned away dejectedly.
Suddenly, a bag of chips landed on the bed, and Yellowjacket's eyes widened in surprise. She stared at the bag, then at Bill.
"Don't ask," Bill said. "Just eat. We're, uh, going." Without another word, the two left the room.
Yellowjacket carefully took the bag, stared at it, then looked up at the door. After a silence, she ripped the top of the bag off and stuffed her face full of chips.
She'd only now remembered how good they tasted.
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