"How did you fit Deborah in there anyway?" Bianca asked nonchalantly. Deborah, the gun. Dirty Deb, like Dirty Harry, they'd call it.
A pause. Elise thought for a second, "I took out eleven of the thirty seven copies of your favorite obsession: Dude, Where's My Car." She joked.
"I thought we were over that! Those weren't mine!" Bianca countered.
"Then why did you keep two of them?" Elise said, pulling back the slide.
"Ahh shoot your gun." Bianca said annoyed and rolled her eyes.
Mike was in the back still shooting at the creepies. He was doing well. Elise was shooting back as well. They were making progress when it came to Lessing their numbers... and the gas tank. One left and they were already starting to slow down.
Mike and Elise looked at Bianca. They looked at her as if she'd done something foolish. Forgetting to fill up the tank before something like this would happen and knowing it might happen, is indeed a bit foolish.
"Uh, sorry." She quietly blurted out.
The jeep finally came to a complete stop. That stubborn creepy was just not giving up. Elise, Mike and Bianca were still in the car. Someone was going to have to do it. Oh yes. That's when Mike yelled, "Nose goes!" Him and Elise quickly put their index fingers on the tip of their own noses. Bianca... not fast enough.
"Dammit, every time." She complained. "Alright Mike, lemme see that knife of yours."
Mike handed Bianca the buck knife. The knife reminded Bianca of the horror movie, Scream. The knife looked like the one the main antagonist, Ghostface, used to kill the other characters. It made her think. 'I can, but it doesn't mean I should.' She mimicked the Ghostface chuckle.
Bianca looked at Elise and flicked her eye brows up and down. "We'll go on!" Elise insisted.
Bianca unbuckled herself and opened the car door, "No fun." She muttered. She got out, slammed the door behind her and marched herself right over to the deteriorating human.
Elise smiled at a silly memory of when Bianca and herself first started becoming interested in each other.
Mike noticed. He was confused. How could anyone be smiling at a time like this? Mike thought. Zombies are trying to kill us, and yet she's giddy? Mike had a firm hold on the rifle. 'Ugh, white people.' He thought to himself.
"You alright, back there?" Elise asked Mike.
"Um, I'm still shaken up, but I think I can manage. Um... h-how are you?" He said trying to mute the sound of Bianca fucking up a nasty bugger.
Elise sighed, "I feel exhausted. And I'm sure you're feeling much worse from what's happened to you in the past few hours." She paused, " I know how you feel Mike. I wasn't raised by my parents, I was raised by my grandfather. Papa, I'd call him. He loved Bianca. Huh, after I got out of the marine gig, I met Bianca. Then shortly afterwards My Papa died and I-I... It was like I went crazy or something and I couldn't take care of myself, I wasn't coherent." Elise inhaled deeply. "Mike, do you understand what I'm trying to say?"
"Don't freeze up. The earth doesn't stop for anybody."
"That's right, Mike. You have to keep going. It's good to grieve at first, but after awhile it won't help. Not even yourself."
"Elise?" Mike said quietly.
"Yeah,"
"You were smiling earlier, just when Bianca stepped out. If you don't mind me asking, what were you thinking about?"
"A good memory," Elise smiled.
2009
Fresh out of the military, Elise, still in marine garb ran over to her Papa. The tall white guy with short, curly white hair and a slight beard to match. Hugs and shy tears were exchanged and off they were out of the airport back home.
The drive lasted for about an hour but along the way they stopped to get gas. Elise, not wanting her Papa to be up and about too much, decided she'd handle it.
"Alright, I'll be right back, you need anything?" Elise asked, standing on the other side of the car door.
"Yeah, all the quaaludes they have." The old man joked.
"You know, I wish I could help ya out there, but I just don't think they'd carry those here." She chuckled and then walked into the station.
The inside of the station was bright. It was very bright, like the kind of brightness you'd see in a spooky operating room. The place smelt like windex and those lemon scented lysol wipes. Now, our favorite blonde gal walks over the the register to give whoever money for gas.
As Elise is waiting behind a guy who happens to be buying a lot of chewing tobacco and gum, a tall and mysterious woman walks up behind her to wait.
Beautiful, black hair. Legs that are long enough to touch the floor. Sunglasses are perched up on the majestic woman's head. Blue eyes that are more visually attractive than the sky or any ocean. Defined cheeks that would make anyone just think "DAMN MA!" Oh and don't even get me started on those shoulders, 'cause goddamn.
Okay anyway, that guy was still not done buying his stuff and it was making Elise antsy. She began to tap her booted heal against the tile floor. She wanted the man to hurry up already, she had an old guy waiting in (basically a heated, metal box) the car. You can't do that to old people. You at least have to roll a window down. Duh. Right, so she was tapping away, so much her military issued wallet fell out of that pocket of hers.
Tall, dark and gorgeous noticed immediately that this specific wallet had fallen. Like any good person - she'd pick it up and had it to the woman. Instead - pick up wallet, open it up, examine the id, 'Oh my god', scribbled down her name and number, place it in the wallet. And finally handed it to the beautiful blonde woman.
"Hey miss, you dropped this." She tried to say in such a tone as she tapped Elise on the shoulder and held out the item.
Elise turned around to see the mortal that looked like a goddess. Nothing came out at first but finally after attempting to think, "Uh, oh thank you... thanks." Elise turned beet red. She kept staring like it was okay to do so.
"Huh, no problem." The woman smiled.
Elise turned back around completely star struck. Well good god, I hope I see her around. Hmmmm. She thought.
Oh about three hours later, Elise and Papa were settling in. The very same cabin that (was mentioned earlier) Elise grew up in. Nothing changed since she had left all those years ago. Same smells, sights, trees, gravel driveway. Everything was how it was before. That's a nice thing about living with an old man. Yeah that's about it.
Elise trekked into her bedroom. Her own little sanctuary. The room wasn't too big. Had nice bed in the middle. Just regular stuff like that. She tossed her duffle onto the bed and flicked off her hat. She let out a sigh, took her hair out of the bun it was in. Then she walked over to the dresser and started to empty out her many pockets. Some change, phone, a piece of paper with some information on it, and finally that wallet.
Elise noticed a white paper, halfway sticking out of the wallet. A blonde eyebrow arose. She picked it up again and opened it up. There she found a jagged edged paper with a name, a note and a phone number
I was behind you at the gas station. I like your style and I'd like to get to know you.
555.2368
Bianca E.
Three words. Big. Stupid. Smile.
Mike was in awe. He had never heard of it done in such an easy way. "Your Bianca is a smooth one." He grinned.
That made Elise smile but before she could respond, the car door opened once more.
"Um, are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"Mike stay where you are. We'll be right back." Elise said as she fixed her eyes on Bianca.
Standing behind the jeep the two woman stood together.
Eight years they had been together. That's a long time. Still together even after some very rainy days.
Bianca began, "We're going to have to push the car for a bit. I'm going to see if my phone can pick up a signal and call us a cab or something." She stopped herself for a moment, "You don't have your wallet by chance do you?" Bianca was really hoping that Elise did indeed have it on her.
"Let me check..." Elise began her own pocket search and found that Bianca was staring. "Like what you see?" She stopped the search after she found nothing.
"I mean... if I had know you needed a body search, you should've asked. I'd be more than happy to do so."
"Head in the gutter hun," Elise smirked.
"With a girlfriend like mine? Where else would it be?" Bianca stuffed her hands in her coat pockets.
"You perv."
"Right, coming from the one who said, "My god, I'd climb you like a cliff." And my personal favorite, "Good lord, Bianca, you really are fire-hot-sex-Goddess." Oh yeah, I really like that one."
"Now wait a minute. I do admit to climbing you like a cliff but, I don't remover saying the other thing. Although, now that you mention it, I swear to Jesus riding a seatless bike, I cannot tell a lie." Elise took one step closer to Bianca.
"Ha, I got ya," Bianca shifted towards Elise.
"You'll always get me."
That's where they kissed. They closed the space between them and sealed that thing with a very nice kiss. They loved sharing moments like this one. It's the kind of thing that produces a good memory, and oh boy do they have a lot of good memories.
"Ahem..."
The couple reluctantly pulled away from each other. As if Bianca could read Elise's mind, she had a bad feeling about what Mike was going to say.
"I heard some strange noises. I'd say... about one football field away. Sounds questionable. I think we should make a run for it."
"I like that plan. How much do you think are out there?" Elise turned her attention to Mike.
"I'm not su-"
Bianca interrupted Mike, "twelve," she was focusing hard on the direction they were coming from. "Not sane." Bianca spoke as if she were reading of notes she had taken. Reading her mental notes.
Elise listened intently and at the same time she admired her girlfriend's senses, she thought it was pretty cool. In all of her years as a marine, she never was able to pick up that sharp of hearing or smell. Elise did have pretty good senses but not as intense or exact as Bianca.
"Let's get moving and when I say moving I mean start running." Bianca said in her serious tone.