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Gazzette sat at the managers desk, trying to ignore her best friend. She wasn't doing a good job.
"I can't believe you want to just leave those poor boys! Show some compassion!" Gent screamed.
"The world showed no compassion for me!" Gazzette screamed back.
"And stop with the Phantom of the Opera references!"
Gent sighed and went to her friend. She bent down beside her and clasped her hands together.
"Please, can't you at least try to be humane? You can help them, you know you can."
Gazzette still wouldn't listen.
Gent sighed once more and decided to pull out the big guns.
"Redeem your self. Save them the way you couldn't save your fami-"
"Shut-up!" Gazzette threw Gent away from her and stood up quickly. Gent knew she had touched a nerve but she stood up and went on.
"You can do it! Don't let your fear get to you! Save them!"
Gazzette stopped at the door, her hand on the doorknob. Gent waited for any kind of reaction but non came. Then she saw that she was shaking. Gazzette was silently sobbing. Gent walked to her best friend and held her.
"I couldn't save them! I promised! I promised I would never let anything happen to them!" Gazzette sobbed into Gents shirt.
"Just let it out sweetie." It was about time Gazzette cried She did, after all, have to kill her entire family.
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After the girls had realized just what was happening in front of Gents street, they went back to the living room and sat down heavily on the couch. Gazzette grabbed at the remote and flicked on the t.v. The news caster just told them to stay in their homes, not to try and contact loved ones and that, if any of the undead should try to attack you, you could stop them by removing the head or destroying the brain.
Gent turned the television off and looked at Gazzette, who was sitting with a huge grin on her face.
Don't say it. Gent thought. Please don't say it.
"Told ya didn't I? I told you this would happen!" She said with glee, smiling that insane smile.
"Yeah, ya did." Gent admitted. The girls slummed into their seats, suddenly feeling very tired. Suddenly, Gazzette sat up.
"What about my parents!"
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After the girls had hotwired a car ("I knew watching those cop shows would came in handy!) they made it to Gazzette's house. The car was still in the driveway, which Gazzy took as a good sign, though Gent wasn't so sure. The street that the house was on wasn't that clear of the dead, so they decided that Gent would drive around, watching for trouble and would honk three times if there was any. Gazzette made her way in to the house, no trouble as the door was unlocked. That was the first sign that something was wrong.
She opened the door to a smell that made her eyes water. She covered her nose in vain to block the stench. It was the same smell that her uncles meat truck smelled like after he forgot to fully close the door of the refrigerator in his truck and the meat was left in the hot Arizonian sun. It was the smell of decay. She looked in the living room and found nothing that would cause the stench, but as she got closer to her Aunts room, the smell seemed to get stronger, and there she could have sworn there was a scratching at the door. Gazzette was afraid to open the door but knew that she had to. She raised the make shift weapon, a frying pan that she had gotten from Gents kitchen, and opened the door. Her aunt was in the room and the stench was unbearable. She was slumped up against the door, just as Gazzette had thought she was, head on her chest.
"A-Auntie?" Gazzette stuttered, and she raised her head. Her mouth, all her teeth which she spent so much money on now all smashed, was covered in blood and her eyes were blank. She started towards her niece with the slow movements of someone getting over a severe muscle contraction. Gazzette thought it was because of the rigormortis. Gazzette raised the frying pan over her head, no emotion in her hardened eyes for she knew what she had to do, and whispered a quick prayer for her soul. Then, she smashed her aunties brains out.
After disposing of her grandmother, she went on to the other rooms of the house. On the bottom floor she found nothing, so she turned her attention to the upstairs. There, she found the rest of her family. Her dad was feasting on her mother as Gazzette smashed in his cranium. Her siblings, Randy (8) and Amy(5), she disposed of in the same way. When she had finished with the family, she had time to get some things from her room before Gent came back. Gazzette went to her room and opened the door. She grabbed her backpack and started towards her dresser. After stuffing in some of her clothes, she went to her bookshelf and grabbed her favorite books. She went down stairs, though first she went back in to her parents room and grabbed the laptop from her moms bedside table. When she went down stares, she had enough time to check the news.
There was nothing new though, except that the president was to be making and address from the Whitehouse in half an hour. She couldn't believe the nerve of the man. He was the one that cause this after all! Gent honked the horn outside of the house exactly as Gazzette was turning off the t.v. she grabbed the video camera and on her way out, she say her moms car keys. She grabbed them up as she went out the door.
Gent was sitting with her top half out the drivers side window, yelling for her to hurry the hell up, the zombies were coming. Gazzette yelled back that they should take her car. Gent nodded and ran for the truck. Gazzette got in the drivers side and threw her backpack in the back seat just as Gent got in the passengers seat. She made sure that there seat belts were on before Gazzette took off like a wild maniac.
"Are they…" Gent let the question hang.
"They are now." Gazzette said. "Could you reach into my backpack for me and pull out my guide?"
"Sure Gazzy." She reach into the pack and pulled out a book with the title 'THE ZOMBIE SURVIVAL GUIDE' written on it in bold type.
"Open it to chapter 3, will ya?"
"On the Defense?"
"Sorry, I meant 4."
"On the Run?"
"That's it. Read what I highlighted in the General Rules Section, Rule 2 please"
Gent had time to read aloud "2.Establish a Destination-" before Gazzette shouted, "That's it!" and the sound of screeching tires filled there ears.
"What the hell was that for!" Gent screamed. Gazzette looked at her and said, "We need a plan. Where are we going?" That made Gent shut-up. She hadn't thought of anything beyond going to Gazzy's house.
"Ummm…"
"That's what I thought. We need a destination, or we will just end up another soul in the army of the undead."
"You're right. But where should we go? And isn't that a line from a movie?"
"Well…where's safe? Where's familiar?" She had ignored that last question. They started thinking, then came to a conclusion at the same time.
"Barons!" Gazzette yelled at the same time Gent cried "Wal-Mart!"
They sat there for a second before Gent broke the silence.
"Gazzette," Gent said, smiling, "I think someone's seen 'Shaun of the Dead' one too many times."
Gazzette smiled sheepishly, then started up the car again. "To Wal-Mart it is then."
Half way there, Gent started worrying about her friend. For just killing her entire family, she was certainly acting calm. Gent decided though that, since she wasn't the type to show emotions like that in the open, she would grieve in private. 'She's like the Doctor in that sense.' She thought before catching herself. 'Great' she thought next, 'now I'm finding connections just like Gazzette!'
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After Gazzette finality stopped her sobbing she let go of Gent and waked to the door once more. She looked at the ground, then back at her friend. She smiled and shook her head. "I feel much better now." she said and Gent let out an agitated breath of air.
"Will you stop with the movie references!" Gazzette laughed. "Not in a million years!" and she exited the office. There was a small crowd surrounding the door. Gazzette looked around at the crowd, eyes hardened, and settled her eyes on the littlest one. Immediately her eyes softened. She knelt before the little girl and asked what her name was.
"Annabelle Lee."
"Annabelle Lee? Really?"
"Yes" The five year old said, hesitantly. Gazzette was known for her violent mood swings. But she need not worry as Gazzette had a soft spot for the younger children in the group.
"That is a very pretty name. Now, do you know where the boy is?" She looked confused at first, then it dawned on her.
"You mean Wobby?"
Gazzette stifled a laugh. She loved it when the little ones still spoke with a babyish ting.
"Yes, Robby."
"He's in the fwuit section."
"Thank-you Annabelle Lee."
She stood up and started towards the produce section. When there she found Robert, surrounded my fruit pits and cartons. He was currently working on a banana.
"Hello Robert." He looked up and Gazzette had to stifle yet another laugh as his face was covered in fruit.
"May I sit down?" She asked and he quickly moved the pits of some peaches for a seat for her. She sat down and grabbed at one of the apples that they were sitting against.
"Robby? May I ask you something?" He stared at her. Just an hour ago, she slapping him and now she was asking to ask a question!
"Uhhhh…sure?"
"Thanks. Robert, when you were in the Blockbuster, what did you survive on?"
He swallowed the banana in his mouth before answering. "The candy from the candy rack near the front."
"Oh, really?"
"yeah"
She looked at the front, then back at Robert, You still got that walkie-talkie? She then asked.
Yeah, he answered as he gave it to her.
She stood up and started back towards the little crowd that still surrounded the managers office. When she got to the door, she turned the walkie-talkie and started to see if she could call the boys.
"This is Big Momma Wal-Mart calling Blockbuster over." she said into it.
"Big Momma Wal-Mart?", Riley whispered to Gent. Gent just shrugged.
"This is Wal-Mart, calling Blockbuster over." She was getting impatient. "Do you want to get saved or not Blockbuster!"
Finally, a voice came over the walkie-talkie.
"Wal-Mart? This is Blockbuster, over." someone the girls didn't now answered.
Gazzette smiled, "'Bout time! Listen, how much longer do you think you could last?"
"Give me that!" Now a voice they did recognize came over the set. After a few seconds of grunting and yelling, the crowd's giggling during the struggle, Sam's voice came over the set once more.
"Wal-Mart? You still there?"
"We are Sam, we are."
"Good. Could you ask the question again please?"
"I asked 'how much longer could you last?'." Gazzette said, after blowing out a breath of fake agitation.
"2-3 days at most Sarah, why?"
Gazzette looked at the crowd that was surrounding her as she said the following sentence:
" 'Cause pack up the movies boys! You're moving out!"
Gazzette: I DID IT!
AN ENTIRE CHAPTER IN ONE DAY!
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Gent: Sorry about that, Gazzys had too many cups of coffee today.
Gazzette:W00T!
Gent: (if you do you know this) none
Gazzette: One Chapter in one day! I rock!