I know everybody says that we're safe. It certainly looks like we are, but think- One bite, just one person infecting another, who in turn infects ten more… And it's back to square one.
James P. Brookfield, Viral Expert
It was pretty crazy when all those zombies were swarming us. I mean, I'll be honest- I wasn't doing anything the whole time but looking out the window with Neutron and tucking away a knife I found on the floor of the Humvee, as if I could do anything with that if it came down to it. Me and Neutron kinda felt like dead weight when it came to combat situations, you know what I mean? For one, my ankle was still hurting like hell, for two, I wasn't that good of a shot. I don't think during our little stay on the roof I touched a weapon, even once! Cindy and Sheen could handle the grunt work, right?
Well, handle it they did, at least until the ammo started running out. It's funny, in the movies it's like they never ran out of ammo, at least until one jumped out of the closet or whatever and they conveniently are out… But hell, that was our biggest concern, y'know? And because we lost all of our weapons and ammo in the blast, we were, to put it in one of Sheen's crazy ass phrases, "Up Yarclukkian Creek without a lazer-paddle."
But in the end it's exactly Sheen's type of people (nerdy losers) that saved our asses. NJROTC, if you military types don't know it's the Navy Junior Reserve Officer's Training Corps, and if you're asking what the hell that means, so are the rest of us. To put it in terms normal people can understand, it's meant to train people for the military. In reality it just makes them a bunch of weird guys who play army, or navy, whatever. That confuses me too: Why are they in the Navy? There's not a body of water for miles around!
I guess I shouldn't be calling them names, though. They came in (ancient) guns blazing and dropped quite a few. Neutron and Cindy cut their make out session short (That's right, I saw it, girl. Try to keep secrets from your best friend, hah!) and sprang into action. Neutron yelled for everyone to clear out of the Humvee, and that Sheen would hang back and give covering fire with whatever bullets he had left. We started trucking it towards them, I was pretty much limping for all I was worth. After they ended mopping up we went towards them to talk.
"Holy crap, there's others? We thought we were the only survivors in the entire town, where are you guys coming from?" That was their leader, I think his name was Tim or something, he was wearing this terrible looking camouflage uniform underneath some football pads for protection.
"Nerdtron's house. You two would get together just fine, losers.."
"Shut up Cindy, they just saved our lives. What about you, do you guys have food, weapons, anything? How did you find us?"
He didn't say anything, he just smirked and pointed over to the ridge behind him. Over the hill we could see the unforgettable silhouette of something we had been dreading to go to everyday for the past four years: Retroville High.
Oh, Jesus, this was turning out to be a long friggin' week.