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We drove for a bit in silence. She was still mumbling under her breath in spanish and the only words I learned to comprehend were bread and sticks. So obviously, she was still torn up about the whole thing.

I busied myself with rooting through her collection of CD's. There was no real trend in her collection to determine what her preference in music was, but what I did gather from them was that she literally had no admiration for show tunes. Seeing as how there were no broadway soundtracks or even powerhouses like Celine or Barbra in her collection. Some that stood out from the pile were Winehouse, Black Keys, Journey and even a Rod Stewart classic album which made me smile. If this new alliance or friendship or whatever you'd like to call it would be based upon music taste, we could survive for the most part.

I decide to pop in Amy Winehouse's album and i'm pleased to hear her self talk cease and she just glances down to the stereo and my hand playing around with the dials. I glance up to meet her eyes just staring at my hands.

"I-I'm sorry. I just thought I'd put on some music," I hesitate with my answer. "Music always cheers me up when I'm frustrated."

I see her smirk a tiny smile when the song starts and she turns her attention back to the road. I hear her begin to hum to the chorus and I can't help but feel more comfortable already. Before too long, we're both singing song after song as we seem to finally reach some form of civilization. Or, I guess I should now refer it to an abandoned town.

"You sing very well. I haven't heard a voice like that in, well, a long time." I try and compliment her as much as I can.

She doesn't answer right away but my guess is because she's pulling into the Save Easy supermarket ahead.

"You too," is the answer I receive back. I take it.

We park close to the door and she turns the car off and looks at me with a look of what I can only describe as determination.

"You think you can handle that gun from earlier?"

I'm a little taken aback by her question but snap back to answering her question and nod my head. She gives me a quick nod and exits the car to where I soon follow again to the rear of the vehicle.

She takes out a couple things which surprise me. Well, the baseball bat doesn't surprise me. Neither does the handgun. What does take me aback is the banjo which I spotted earlier in the trip.

"Are we putting on a concert or something?" I ask lightly, still curious as to why she carries it around.

"I just need a little practice and what better way to practice than with an audience," she motions her head towards the supermarket.

Capital I insane..

I take the artillery gun from the trunk and ensure that it's loaded before closing the trunk and following close behind the banjo'd latino into the store.

I'm quite impressed with the inside of the store. Everything is still placed neatly on the shelves. All the lights are still on. However the silence is quite nerve racking as the only sounds echoing through the walls are our near silent footsteps. That is until the girl takes a deep breath and brings her banjo forward, plucking a few notes in a slow, synchronized beat.

We both look around. Still nothing. So she continues her chords, a little quicker than last time. I'm a little distracted by how quickly she is able to pluck out the notes on the instrument that I jolted back suddenly by the sound of a low groan coming from the meats department to my left. The girls music stops and she just grins a terrifying smile towards the very large, very fat, very ugly and well fed zombie barreling towards the both of us.

I'm about to aim my gun but am stopped by the latino setting down her banjo and replacing it with her baseball bat.

"I've got this one, Streisand."

Terrifying!

I'm a little concerned when I witness the latino just slowly walking towards the oncoming ox of a zombie sprinting towards her. I hear her light laughter and few words of encouragement directed towards the monster as he gains more and more speed towards her.

"WATCH OUT!" I scream to her in anticipation but am shocked when she takes a full swing at the zombies head as I watch him groan in pain and plummet to the floor. The latino doesn't stop there as she swings multiple times at the zombies head until his mind is, literally, blown.

I almost begin to feel sick but am interrupted by not one, but two more very obese creatures rounding the corner of the meats section and moving quite steadily towards the two of us. The crazy latino takes out her single gun and begins shooting at the two of them. Shot after shot they begin to fall to the ground and groan in pain. That was all I heard until I turn my back and see another one within swinging distance to me reaching out for my hair. I let out a quick shriek and turn to run down another aisle.

This guy is fast so I try my best to keep a fast but steady pace and pivot on occasion to shoot at the man. Which isn't too hard because of his size. My shots are direct but don't seem to be very effective. My guess is because he has worked up so much body fat and the bullets seem to just bounce right off him or hardly penetrate his body.

I round the corner and see the latino finishing off her two enemies. She looks up at the disturbance which is me and my attacker and scoffs her feet on the tile floor similar to what a batter would do in the majors.

I see she is positioning her self for a so called home run and I decide to keep running at her to lure him towards her area. Once in close enough proximity, I duck down and slide on my knees, effectively avoiding her bat and turning in just enough time to see her hit the zombies head clean off his body.

Home run is right!

My breathing steadies out and I stand to dust the dirt and blood off of my knees. I give her a quick nod of thank-you and she just smirks back and walks towards one of the aisles. I follow her, staring at the mess we made of the clean store.

"THIS IS SO FUCKING RIDICULOUS!"

Oh god..

My thoughts are correct when I turn the corner to see the latino throwing box after box of pretzels and crackers off the shelves to what I presume to be an angry search for her beloved sticks.

"4 STATES! 4 FUCKING STATES WITHOUT MY GOD DAMN STICKS! I WANTS MY STICKS BERRY!"

I decide to just remain silent and nod a short movement of understanding and sympathy. I try to hold back my laughter when I automatically compare her love for these treats to a drug dealer.

She seems to notice my smirk and I immediately change my expression to neutrality and stare at the ground.

"You think this is funny Berry? You wanna see something real fucking fu-"

I cut her off when I look up to see a very large angry zombie directly behind the latino with her baseball bat in hand hovering feet above her already in motion to swing at her figure.

I jolt forward and push her out of the way, ignoring her cuss and crash of her body into the canned goods next to us. The giant's bat hits the ground with such force that it breaks the tile it impacts and also cracks three of the surrounding ones as well. He lifts his bat to take another swing but I point my weapon and shoot several shots into his torso and skull as he falls back to the floor, dropping the bat along the way. I take a dozen more shots at his body and kick the bat away from his reach while doing so. I cease my fire and watch as he takes his last grunt of life, or afterlife, and flops his head one last time.

"Fat bastard" I say audibly and sigh off my adrenaline.

"Lopez"

I turn my head to the noise behind me. The latino is still sitting in a pile of crashed cans as she looks at me under her dark lashes. "Santana Lopez."

I smile tentatively and nod my head, "Nice to meet you Santana" I extend my arm and wait for her to take my hand. She does after a sigh of air escapes her lungs and she allows me to pull her up to her feet.

"Sorry about your sticks," I offer her.

"Thanks for the umm, fat bastard.." we both laugh a little at my choice of words earlier as we make our way down the hall grabbing some canned goods and boxes of cookies and crackers. We grab a cart from the stand and begin filling it up with more and more supplies. Candles, food, toiletries, batteries, even some entertainment such as more CD's, a deck of cards and a couple sporting goods in the bins at the end of each hall.

We both laugh at each other when we throw the blow up balls at one another and try to keep it off the ground by batting it back and fourth. I set up a perfect volley for the latino but am disappointed when she doesn't even attempt to hit it. I look straight to her about to argue her lack of competitiveness when I notice her gaze is focussed behind my body.

I quickly turn my body in fear that another monster is situated behind me but what I see is more shocking than any zombie i've seen in months.

Standing before her was the most beautiful, gorgeous, stunning girl she has ever laid eyes on. Her face looked like it was carved from stone as her jaw bone stuck out perfectly and supported the most mesmerizing hazel eyes. Her blonde hair was adorably chopped off to just above her shoulder blades with different layers and whisps. I'm glad I didn't notice her body before her face because I don't think I would have been able to tare my gaze away from what was in front of me.

Gorgeous ivory skin was just elegantly exposed on her arms and collarbone as she was wearing a clean white tank top that tied behind her neck as well as a pair of tan cargo short shorts which defined her muscular toned ivory legs which end at two very cute red flip flops on her feet.

I can't even form words because I am so taken aback by her beauty, and also the fact that she is standing right in front of me. Another surviver. Another female survivor. Honestly, what else could happen?

Say something!

Ask if she's alright.

Her name?

GOD STOP STARING!

My thoughts are stopped as per usual. My ears almost fall off because of her beautiful voice that escapes her lips in a low gentle plea. It's amazing that with only two words, my ears have never heard such a beautiful speaking voice. However her tone causes my heart to sink when I realize her expression matches her tone. It hits me that there is something more to her voice and expression which makes me quite worried.

"Come quick."

Here we go. Next update will be sometime next week. Cheers!