May 13
It's raining out there. Amazingly, it seemed to clear out most of the zombies. A few were still there though. We sat in the kitchen, eating saltines and throwing a hacky sack across the room. We're trying to learn more about each other. And I, speaking for myself here, wanted to try very hard to forget about the ass hats outside. Zoey seemed in pretty good spirits today, also.
Punk rock. That's what we have in common. She had to look through all my CDs to make sure I was up to her standards. She found some guilty pleasures of mine but I passed the test, apparently. We both also hate dogs, and ice cream. And she said she'll kill all the spiders we come across. That's the girl of my dreams there.
She is really hot, by the way. I know I mentioned that but shit... She is short, probably 5'5". She's a brunette with typical cute face, soft features, and big bright brown eyes. Overall she has a very trusting face. I would follow her anywhere but mostly, I was just happy to have company. The handgun was one of her professor's. She had raided the campus before moving out. She only had two shots left. She told me what a zombie fanatic she was. So, this was perfect for her.
We had a really nerdy, boring conversation about everything she knew about zombies. Most of the facts were right, although tweaked. They died only once. She said, shoot them or bludgeon them. Ideally in the head, though not necessary, in this case. One shot in the head kills with a gun. It takes a few shots to kill in the chest. A few hits with something will kill. Things like a baseball bat, crowbar, lead pipe, it would take just one swipe; one good swipe.
They're just angry; they don't want to eat brains. They're out for the kill alone. I noticed that. We named the hooded one hunter. The way he stalked people was just absolutely insane. The tall ones with the cloud around them we called smoker. We thought we could hear them coughing...though it could have been anything out there, really. Those guys, the smokers, they still freak me out the most. I've seen what the hoody punks can do, I have yet to see the smokers unleash their havoc. Maybe they don't do anything... just stand there with the smoke billowing around them. Yeah... that's got to be it... totally.
The radio continued playing the same message. That dumb message that doesn't tell us shit.