Jen screamed as the thunder boomed outside, her hearing better than ever. Of course, she could care less about that as her ears were constantly being penetrated by the booming noises. The pain became so unbearable that she didn't notice Emily. Or, to be more acurate, Emily's final transformation.

Another scream came from Jen, and she froze when she heard one match the same pitch and tone, but it didn't come from her mouth. Turning, she screamed as Emily raised her clawed hands and dug them into Jen's ribs. After her knees gave out, Emily ripped her claws out and started to shred Jen's stomach and chest. Weakly, Jen brought her arms up and shoved Emily back. Jen didn't think it would work, and was surprised when it did.

Emily stummbled and started to growl again. Great. My friend, Jen, the zombie whisperer.

...

"EMILY STOP! DON'T DO SOMETHING YOU'LL REGRET!" Emily stopped her advance, and Jen took the moment to escape. She grabbed her back pack and threw open the door, running out into the raging storm.

-Tiem Skiep Bitchez!-

It's been three, maybe eight hours since Emily's attack, and Jen was surprised that she was still alive. With all the blood that she lost she should've been dead by now. At least the zombies were leaving her alone.

And she spoke too soon. A Tank came bareling out of the street and whacked Jen in the gut. her back connected to a brick wall and she burst through it. As she laid on the floor of the building she was forced into she saw the Tank come closer in her blurring vision. Closing her eyes, she waited for the impending death hit.

It never came. She opened her eyes and saw Emily fighting off the Tank. Her vision faded to black, but she was still consiuos. In some insane part of her mind, she realised that she no longer needed her eyes, so she ripped them out.

Then she was gone.

-'Nother Tiem Skiep Bitchez!-

Jen awoke, her vision clearing and taking on a red tinge. She pushed herself up and paused when her hands squished something. Looking down, she saw two shreaded eyes on the ground. Slowly recognization took place and Jen froze.

How can she see without any eyes?

Jen deemed that irrelevent, craved Skittles for a few seconds, then wondered where Emily was. She tried to stand up fully, but it quickly became uncomfortable for her back, so she settled into a low crouch and crawled out of the wall. Walking past the fallen body of the Tank that nearly killed her, she hissed and spat, hackles rising, then caught ahold of Emily's scent.

Jen took off, and after a few hours, she spotted the girl crying. Survivors were near by, looking for Emily.

Jen landed beside Emily and poked her. Emily turned and smiled. Jen gave Emily the peace sign. "Survivors are near by. I wanna play tic-tac-toe. Wanna go kill with me?"

"How come we can still talk like normal?"

"Because we're amazing. Now, wanna go kill?"

"Sure."

After chasing the survivors into a secluded area, the two survivors were slaughtered, and the two girls settled down.

Jen arranged the intestines into playing peices. Emily sat down across from her and they started to play. Tic-Tac-Toe.

"DAMNIT JEN! STOP EATING THE PLAYING PEICES!"

"I WANT SKITTLES! RAWR!"

"WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?"

"'RAWR' MEANS 'I AM GOING TO RIP OUT YOUR INTESTINES AND EAT THEM' IN HUNTER!"

"Really Jen?"

"Love me."

The End

A/N: I tend to lie a lot. Look forward to EtW, JtH oneshots.