Hai! So I'm pretty much obsessed now with my own story. I don't know about you guys but… yeah. Alright. New character in this one! Yay for… life.
Quite possibly the weirdest night of my life, I woke up in a state of confusion. Immediately I was wondering where I was, what were the flashing lights and sounds, and then I remembered the airplane... At first it seemed like everything was as it was before. And then I remembered the apocalypse. Oh yeah, we're in that mess.
I crawled out of the cock pit and into first class. I see Russia, hanging upside down from one of the seats. It was confusing, but I really didn't want to know. Everything about these people I got stuck with was just… weird.
"Wake up." I poke at her with a cane that had been left on the side of the door.
"What?" She wakes up, and slides off the seat, landing with a thud. "Couldn't you be a little more kind about it?"
"No." I say, and walk to second class. I look through the seats but couldn't find Bipolar anywhere. I'm about to give up and look somewhere else when I hear this crashing noise. I reach for my axe and turn around. An overhead bin was open, and I expected to see a bunch of suitcases spilled out onto the floor, but instead a squirming Buffalo.
"Rise and shine." I say, turning to walk away. Last but not least, I had to wake Emmett up. I move into the pilot's cabin again and kneel down next to him on the floor. I touch his shoulder softly, and bring my lips down next to his ear.
"WAKE UP, FAT ASS!" I scream. I laugh as he flips out and knocks a bunch of stuff over.
"What the hell?" He yells back. I smile and shrug. He frowns, "You think I'm fat?"
"No." I answer.
"Then… okay." He sighs. I win.
"Come on, we're moving."
We all end up outside the gates of the airport, not knowing what to do next. I slide my hand across the smooth surface of my motorcycle. The thought of parting with it had made me so sad.
"Well… I'm not gonna fit four people on this motorcycle, so you guys go figure your own problems out." I rev the bike. "I suggest going down to the car rental and finding something there. I'll meet you all down there. Come on Emmett." He looks at me uneasily, and then gets on the bike. I drive over to the car rental office, where, hopefully, they held all the car keys. I decided to leave Emmett there to wait for Russia and Buffalo, while I took a look around. Once I realized there really wasn't much to see except a bunch of dead bodies and some not so dead bodies that needed to be dead, I headed back to the car rental. It seemed that Russia had found a fast little mustang.
"Alright then, you people ready?" I ask, pulling up next to them and motioning for Emmett to get back on my motorcycle. Russia nods, and pulls out of the parking area.
They follow us down the highway for quite some time. I'm really not sure where I'm going, and the only thing I'm really paying attention to is the gas tank. And the reason I know what time it is, is because Emmett keeps offering to drive. But I wasn't tired, not really. More dazed then anything. Finally, about the fourth time he asked, almost at the begging point now, I checked the meter for how much gas we had, and noticed we were almost out. I pulled into the nearest gas station, and leaned against the pump as it filled gas into the bike.
"Are you sure you don't want me to-"
"Go ahead." I toss Emmett the keys lazily. He looks down at them then nods. I guess I was kind of tired.
"There's a gun shop down the road." Bipolar says as they pull into the parking lot and start to fill up, too.
"Alright." I nod, and hesitantly wrap my arms around Emmett as he starts the bike. "Stop smiling." I scold him. He laughs, then drives down the road to the gun shop. I get out, and pull out a flashlight. You never really knew when the lights would work or not in these places. The door screeches as we enter the deserted building. The lights are on, but no zombies seem to have responded to the sound of the door. I found an assortment of really cool knives and swords, and gazed over them.
"Hey Emmett!" I call. When there was no response, I looked around. "Emmett?" There was a wooshing noise then everything went black.
"Hey… Hey!" I hear an unfamiliar voice say. My eyes flicker open. A girl with extremely red hair and piercing aqua eyes stood with a gun pointed toward me… she was… upside down… What? I look to my right and see Emmett, with his hands tied behind his back, his mouth taped and his feet tied to the ceiling… now I see. I swing toward him, and his eyes open.
"Alright. What's your deal?" She asks. I'd answer but my mouth is taped so I just stare at her. "Oh!" She takes the tape off my mouth and it leaves a burn. But it didn't cover the pain in my neck.
"Our deal?" I ask incredulously. "What's your deal?"
"You first." She points the gun at us again, I realize it's not really a gun, but was a dart gun…
"You shot us with a dart gun?" I yell.
"I'll do it again if you don't answer." She says, but it was quite obvious she didn't really know how to use the gun. I began to work at the knot binding my hands together.
"Well, princess, if you haven't noticed yet, there's a zombie problem out there." I nod toward the door. I briefly wonder what happened to Russia and Buffalo. "We just happened to survive whatever the hell started it. So if you wouldn't mind, we'd like to get back to doing just that. Surviving."
"No." She shakes her head. I give her a look, and the knot is untied.
"No?" I ask, working on the other knot holding my feet to the ceiling. I see Emmett doing the same. "I think it may be in your best interest, if you…" I trail off as I haul myself to the floor. "If you just let us go." I say, grabbing my axe, I see her eyes grow big. Emmett is just behind me.
"Alright." She nods, and steps out of our way.
"Have a nice night." I smile, and lead Emmett out of the store. Russia and Buffalo are just pulling up. "Where have you too been?" I hiss. There's some orange glow back from where the gas station was.
"We had a little… problem… with the pump." Russia looks away.
"I needed a new lighter." Buffalo says defensively.
"That doesn't mean you use it when we're dealing with gasoline!" Russia yells, her eyes shift from me to the steering wheel.
"You blew up the gas station?" I ask. After I didn't get an answer, I walked over to my motorcycle and start it. Emmett gets on behind me. I'm just about to pull out when I hear,
"WAIT!" I turn to see the girl from the shop running out after us. "Can I come with you?" She asks. I sigh, I really didn't want the responsibility of another person.
"Yeah, sure." I nod toward Russia's car, and continue out of the parking lot.
Hope that was good, sorry if I don't update for awhile, I've got a lot of stuff going on right now. Soo… until next time!(:
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