Chapter 2: Dysfunctional
lol because im crazy.
Ademis shot passed me and spartan kicked Mr. Treasure Hunter so hard when his head smacked the ground his skull made a loud crack noise, i hope he is okay. ha
I was honestly stunned for a good second or two, i mean this guy was on bath salts or some shit and was giving this chick a hardcore hicky. Didnt really consider Ademis taking action like that.
"Did you see his skull ricochet off the ground?! O man im gonna get in so much trouble for this!"
"I dont see how you could," i replied, "I mean he did kinda rip her throat out, dude must have been on some crazy bath salts, i think they would see you as a hero."
"Oh yeah i heard about that on the news. Some random guy eating another dudes face off, actually, i think he was homeless too. O god. U think that guy from Miami gave homeless people all the bath salts!?"
Before i could yell at him for having a nervous breakdown, I saw movement from the dead, well, maybe not so dead woman.
"Uh Ademis," i said slowly cutting him off of his rant.
"What?" he snapped while glancing away from Mr. T.
"The woman is moving dude." Sure enough as if one cue, she started to moan with every movement as she attempted to get up to her feet.
"AH HELL NO, THERES NO WAY SHE CAN GET UP FROM THAT SHIT!," Ademis cried. Then with a look or realization on this face he continued saying, "Shes a zombie dude, shes a dam zombie!"
"The police are always hanging around the BP across the street from McDonalds, you ready to run?" I said quickly
Ademis turned back at zombie girl, maybe catching his nerves to spartan kick another flesheater. She just now started to pick up the pace in Ademis's direction because he was closer. He turned back to me a sighed, "Yup, lets go."
As we took off down the road named Main St., i strained all of my senses trying to find some abnormalities in the direction ahead of us. I failed to see one other car in motion, and i took that as a hint that every body was either at home asleep or going 140 mph down the highway away from London. This was bad seeing how i almost got hit by three cars on the way to Ademis's. Plus it was like 3 in the afternoon, some one should at least be taking a jog. They would be running today i assure you.
"Where is everyone?" I wondered out loud.
"I dont know," Ademis panted, "I have a real bad feeling about all of this, i wish we had cell phones to just call the police with."
"You still wanna go to McDonalds dontcha?"
"What! are you kidding me!?" Ademis snapped, "After what we just saw, did you really just ask me that?"
"Sorry, i never lose my appetite over anything, its a gift and a curse. Especially after all this running were doing," i said continuing with, "Besides, where we are headed is right next to Micky D's remember?"
"Fine!" He snapped again, "Just know your paying, and thats just me assuming there is anyone working on this special day."
After getting off Main St., we turned right onto Lafayette but instantly tripped over ourselves because we couldnt stop fast enough. Ademis and i crouched down in complete shock not able to comprehend the sight that we were seeing.
"I cant believe it, this just cant be happening," he said so quickly i could barely hear, "What are we supposed to do now?" he continued.
The whole street was littered with the walking dead. I glanced at each one as quickly as i could and we dropped lower behind the bank's wall, which was on the corner where we stopped. None of them looked like they were trying to communicate from what i could get from a quick look. I wonder how they all got in this one area then. Everything was as normal as London could be when i was walking to Ademis's house. Wasnt even there for more than two hours before his xbox overheated. All of these people turned into zombies in such a short time.
"There are like 50 or 60 of them, all look like they had a real bad day. Id be pissed to if some one was eating me, bastards." i said while checking our other surroundings. Cant just be focused on one area with zombies crawling around.
"Well, we are kinda in the area where everybody hangs out. The courthouse is too our left, i hope my probation officer is ok hahaha!, behind us is a strip mall of stores, then theres McDonalds, which just so happens to look full of happy customers. I bet they are all eating the guy who makes the fries."
"I guess that means no fries for me huh," I replied with a hint of sarcasm.
Then as we stepped out from the wall of the bank to come up with a plan to get around them, a nice warm breeze hit our backs and flew past us right towards our treasure hunter's friends. Like a crowd wave at a football stadium, they all started to lift their heads, and all that could go through my mind was O SHIT!