VSfH: I DO own Dawn of Dead!

Gazzette: No you don't!

VSfH: yes I do, got the papers right here!

Gent: These are forged.

VSfH: No they're not!

Gent: Then why do they have Avril Lavigne lyrics on them?

VSfH: Uhhhhh...

Gazzette: On with the story?

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"Gent," Gazzette turned to her friend," go down and get me some rope, 300ft., and Riley."

"Right." Gent started towards the trapdoor that lid to the ladder when she stopped. "Riley?"

"You know the one that we found hiding from the zombies in the McDonalds?

Gent still looked lost.

"Carrie"?"

"Oh! Her?"

"That's the one."

"Kay."

As Gent went down the ladder Gazzette called down "And get some heavy gardening gloves too."

"Got it!"

Gazzette sighed and thought how the hell does she stay so happy all the time?

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20 minutes later and Gent still wasn't back.

"Where is that girl?" Gazzette wondered, "We need that rope!"

Just then, Gent burst through the trapdoor, with a plastic bag in one hand.

"If I may ask," Gent turned around, startled, "How long does it take to find some rope, 3 pairs of gloves, and a girl?"

"I second that!" cried Robert.

"Shut-up!" Gazzette yelled at Robert.

"Well, first off, I couldn't find your size gloves, so that took a while to find. Then I had to find the rope and that a bit longer then I thought it would, and then-"

"What do you need me up here for?" interrupted Hanna "Riley" Johnson," I was in the middle of something!"

"Come here." motioned Gazzette and she walked toward the ledge.

"Look down please."

She did as asked and said, after a moment of silence, "Is that Robert?"

"Yep. Okay, here's what we're gonna do…"

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"And, pull!"

They all pulled and got Robby off the ground.

"Again!"

The girls strained to hold his weight but eventually got him to the roof. When they finally hulled him over the ledge, they collapsed in a heap. When Gazzette caught her breath and wasn't gasping anymore, she walked over to Robert (who was still in the harness they had had him tie around his waist) and slapped him.

"My name wasn't Amy" She said smoothly, as if she hadn't just bitch slapped someone. "It was Zaren, and now it Gazzette. Got it?"

"Got it!" He said, looking up at Gazzette with fear in his eyes and holding his cheek. This wasn't the Zaren, Gazzette now, which he had known from English. That Zaren was short, quiet, never outspoken and would have never even dared to slap someone and only wore clothes that helped her to blend in with the crowd. This one was wearing a long, black, leather trench coat with a sweater that looked like a female version of the one Freddy Krueger wore (meaning it was cashmere) and black jeans. Her hair, which had once been a mousey brown, was now a blood red with black streaks. And while she was still short, she somehow eluded power that made her seem to be larger then life.

"Good." She had seen the fear that was in his eyes and it made her feel good. She pulled him to his feet and looked him over. Her eyes narrowed when she looked over his belt and saw something.

"What's that?" She pointed, even though she knew what it was. It was a walkie-talkie.

"What?" He looked down and saw what she was pointing at, "Oh! That! I forgot about that!" He took it off of his belt and switched it on.

"What is he doing?" whispered Gent, as he fiddled with the dial. A crackling sound suddenly came from it and a voice said "Robert you still alive?" another one cut in "of course he's alive! Someone had to turn on the walkie-talkie, don't they?"

Gazzette's eyes widened and she smiled coyly. She definitely recognized those voices.

"You were holding out on us!" She snatched the walkie-talkie from his hands and said in to it, "Hello Johnny Dear, Alex."

There was a pause, then, "Zaren?"

"Finally! Someone knows my name!" She smiled and then got serious; "What is your situation?"

"What?"

She looked to her friends for help. Riley shrugged, not understanding her need, while Gent said "Let me do that," She grabbed at the little black hand-held but Gazzette held it back. Gent rolled her eyes. "They don't understand military lingo."

"Alright, here." Gazzette handed it over.

"Hello, anyone there?" The walkie-talkie crackled.

"Aye, someone's here."

"Good."

"Where are you guys located? And how many are you are there?"

"We're at the Blockbuster cross the street and there are six of us."

Gents eyes opened wide in shock. "Blockbuster?"

The Blockbuster was across the parking lot from the Wal-Mart our girls were in. That meant it was over 2 blocks away and somehow, Robert had gotten across what must have been over 200 zombies, without being bit. All three of the girls stared at the boy they had rescued and he stared right back.