All Medicated Geniuses
Today's song is All Medicated Geniuses by Pretty Girls Make Graves.
"Where the fuck is my dog?" Edward demanded again as he carefully scanned the zombie infested warehouse for any sign of his faithful companion.
"Dude," Jasper replied sadly, "I haven't seen Sammy in awhile, like before any of this shit even went down."
"Neither have I," Rosalie added. "Jack have you seen Sammy?"
Jack shook his golden head and fixed Edward with his bright blue eyes. "No, I'm really super duper sorry Mr. Ed," he apologized sincerely.
"Crap," Edward muttered darkly as he contemplated the very possible reality that Sammy was gone for good.
"Alright," he said in a voice that commanded the attention of his companions, "hopefully we'll find Sammy running around somewhere but right we need to move quickly and stick with the plan. Is everyone ready?" Jasper shrugged but nodded and Rosalie answered with a terse yes as she clutched Jack's small hand more firmly in her own. "Alright then, wait for the signal and be careful."
With a steadying breath, Edward steeled himself for what was to come before moving quickly from level to level until he reached the floor to the floor. As soon as he hit the cement, he immediately regained possession of his golf club before he pushed off and began sprinting toward his target. The path he had chosen was fairly clear and for that he was incredibly thankful. While he ran he swung his golf club wildly, delivering staggering blows to the skulls of his would be attackers. As soon as he reached his target, he threw the golf club up ahead of him before clambering up the orange shelves to safety.
From a few rows over he could hear Jack's encouraging cheers as he climbed to the top level of the giant shelving unit. He had to give the kid credit. If it hadn't been for the child's keen eyes, they probably would never have found such an excellent source of distraction for their escape.
It was the boy's seemingly random questions about T.N.T and Looney Tunes that led Edward to search for what may have sparked the child's train of thought. After failing miserably to find any Looney Tunes paraphernalia that could have led to the particular line of questioning currently being addressed by a stressed Rosalie and an overly amused Jasper, Jack's small finger pointed him in the right direction.
At some point, while he was determinedly avoiding looking down at the ravenous horde below, Jack's eyes had landed upon a stack of multicolored boxes with bright yellow writing gracing the sides. Jack had found the store's stash of T.N.T. fireworks, just waiting for a Fourth of July celebration that would never come.
Edward had never wanted to hug the child as badly as he did once he realized what Jack's small finger was pointing toward. He of course restrained himself from doing so, no need to look like a wimp in front of Jasper or Rosalie.
After a brief discussion it was decided, fireworks would be an excellent distraction during their flight and with that their plan of escape was hashed out over the course of the next few hours.
With a grunt, Edward finally managed to tear the industrial strength plastic wrapping from around the boxes. He then began to rip and tear into the assortment of packages he found within as quickly as he was able. Time was of the essence as every moment wasted was another opportunity for the flesh hungry mob to multiply.
"Ready Jasper?" Edward shouted, catching the attention of several nearby zeds, as he put the last of the fireworks into place.
"As I'll ever be man," he shouted back eliciting another excited cacophony of moans and shrieks from below.
"Alright," Edward said to himself, "let's get this shit over with."
Crouching down, he withdrew his faithful Misfits Zippo lighter from the back pocket of his jeans and flipped it open. With series of practiced motions, he ignited the small flame and set it to the wicks of a pile of fireworks he had bundled together. As soon as the wicks caught, he tossed the pile as hard as he could toward the opposite side of the large store since the success of their plan depended on drawing the zeds toward the opposite side of the store long enough to allow the small group to escape.
As Edward proceeded to light another bundle of fireworks, he heard a series of large echoing crashes coming from a few aisles away. Jasper had begun knocking down anything he could get his hands on. The idea was that not only would it create a lot of noise, it would also create enough of a mess that it would hopefully slow down even the fastest of zeds.
When the wailing of the undead began to reach a fever pitch, Edward concentrated on lighting and tossing the bundles of fireworks as quickly as he could. There was a very good chance at least a portion of the store would catch fire and he needed to move before then.
Sparing a moment to glance around, Edward surveyed the situation. It appeared he and Jasper had managed to draw the majority of the zeds away from the door leading to the auto care center.
The distinct sound of a gunshot let him know that Rosalie and Rack had reached the ground and were heading toward the auto center and it was his cue to follow. Edward worked furiously to light the remaining piles of fireworks before he tossed them further than any before.
Once the last of the fireworks were gone, he surveyed the store from his perch before spotting Rosalie and Jasper's blonde heads and beginning his quick descent. He was met with an abandoned aisle once he reached the ground. It seemed as though their plan was working. Weaving through aisles, he avoided notice as best he could, stopping only to bash in the heads of the unfortunate zombies who happened to spot him through the smoke. He didn't dare chance a look but from what he could tell the store had in fact caught fire.
He had almost reached with the rest of his group when suddenly the lights went out. "Mother fuck," he swore as he crouched blindly behind a row of freezers.
The only light in the building was now emanating from the growing flames on the other end of the store but even that was being obscured by the cloying smoke that had begun to fill and burn his lungs. Edward decided the best chance he had was to crawl along the floor toward where he knew the door to the auto center to be. His only hope was to avoid detection long enough to escape the now raging inferno left in his wake.
As he crawled agonizingly slowly across the cold cement floor, he managed to avoid detection but not the smoke. After a few yards, breathing became so difficult that his head was swimming as he struggled unsuccessfully to catch his breath. When his muscles finally gave out due to lack of oxygen, black dots had just begun to litter his vision.
Collapsing wearily onto his stomach, Edward accepted the knowledge that he was going to die and allowed himself to recall the face of the only woman he had ever really loved one last time.
He had just decided to stop breathing entirely when he sensed movement near his head as the majority of his senses had been cut off. The small part of his brain still operating wondered if perhaps the zeds had actually managed to find him and when a pair of strong teeth latched onto his shirt collar and began pulling at him he was sure of it. Resigned to his fate, Edward took one final burning breath before succumbing to the leaden darkness.
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Any ideas? Some of you are getting close to figuring out who Rosalie is to the Swans but alas, but no cigar. Again I want thank you all so much for all of your support! I promise I'm updating as fast as I can but FanFiction is being a persnickety bitch and hasn't been letting me upload or edit any of my chapters lately. Anyway, leave me some love!
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