Questions:

Who is Bruce Shipper?

My dearest England… I need a gender for your character.

Lauren Cunningham: I need kind of some sort of appearance description and traits.

England. Same thing. Appearance.

Thank you!

And now…

THIS… is a chapter… of a romance, love, hate, other over exaggerated adjectives, and most important… ZOMBIES!^.^

"Jay!" I call.

"Jay!" Russia calls. Two zombies come from behind a dumpster. Dead in less than a second. New record.

When someone leaves you,

And that someone isn't a very smart someone,

You begin to wonder

And worry.

Don't forget worry

What happened to that person?

Will you ever see them again?

Are they dead?

Are they a zombie?

Well I'm a bit worried about Jay right now. I mean… I've really come to like these people. So why shouldn't I be worried? Maybe that's why I'm the leader… because I have such a big heart.

NAH.

So. Russia and I were almost to the hotel doors when I hear panting. In one swift turn and a sigh of relief my spirits are dampened. Rather than Jay it turned out to be Bavaria just covered in blood from head to toe and red faced.

"Don't tell me…" I start.

"Oh it was horrible! We were checking in this one shack-that one, by the pool- and it seemed safe- It wasn't really different from the rest- really it did seem safe- and we expected a few zombies.- But there was this big massive one and he and and…"

"And?" I urge.

"Fairbanks and Texas… well they're… um…"

"Dead." Russia guesses. I sigh, cover my face with my hands. Then my mind returns to Jay.

"Shit." I uncover my faces and start toward the doors.

"But… what are we going to-"

"We don't have time for this Bavaria." I say pushing passed the doors and-

"Welcome." A cheery girl at the front desk smiles.

Wait.

What?

"My name is Lauren. Do you have a reservation? Or are you a part of our member's club?" She asks.

"Vat… da fawq." Russia's jaw drops. Lauren giggles in a very creep sort of way.

I place my axe on the spotless counter and lean in to the crazy girl, "I'm looking for a certain redneck. Tan skin, bout ye tall." I hold my hand up to Jay's approximate height.

"Hmm…. No. You're our first guest today."

"Our?" I ask, disappointed.

"Oh, yes. We've actually had a rapid decline in both guests and employees lately." Lauren says thoughtfully, "Though I can't imagine why. All that's left is me… Nel, and… oh what was their names…" A long silence passed as she thought.

"That's right, we need a room. No we do not have reservations and no we aren't members. I want to be on the lowest floor and it better be two beds." I demand, slamming my fist on the counter.

"Oh! Right away. I'll show you to your room." She grabs to room keys and wanders down a hall into an elevator. We go up two floors, passed the lobby, ballroom and whatever X stands for. Lauren leads us down another hall and show us room 427. "Here you go! If you need anything I'm right downstairs!" She says cheerfully and skips out of sight.

I set my backpack on one of the desks and rest my axe near the TV. God… I forgot those even existed. Russia throws her stuff on the floor and flops onto the bed furthest from the window. I sit on the edge of the bed and sigh.

"That was scary."

"Fucking crazy." Russia agrees. We sit quietly again as Bavaria sits down on the floor, quiet until now.

"What… what do we do?"

"What do you mean?" I ask her.

"Well… Texas. She wasn't… she wasn't really dead. She was bitten and we can't just let her suffer!" Bavaria spits out.

"I'll call Reaves." I say turning on my phone. Then I stand up, grab the charger out of my backpack and plug it into the wall. I hit the call button and wait.

"You know that is really weird." He says.

"What is?" I ask.

"Using a phone again. I thought I was dying when it started buzzing."

I laugh, "Funny. Hey, I need a favor of you."

"What's up?"

"Well… it's pretty gruesome you sure?" I don't wait. "Right, anyways. Fairbanks and Texas are dead. Well technically Texas is a zombie and I need you to put her out of her misery."

Reaver hisses and sucks in a breath, "You want me to do your dirty work?"

"Thanks. I'll catch up with you later." I ignore him.

"Wait! Wait! You can't just expect me to-"

Click.

Oh yes I can.

"Now we only need to find Jay." I say putting the phone away.

"Minneapolis… just face it. He is… gone." Russia sighs.

"No." I point the butt of my axe toward her.

"But…"

"Fine. You stay here. I'm going to find him myself." I hiss and slam the door behind me.

Okay… Maybe that wasn't the best way to handle that. But… whatever. Jay's not gone. He can't be gone. He's too stupid to be gone.

"What are you doing here, mon. This be a restricted area." Jamaican.

"Who…?"

"Ah, where are my manners? I am Nel the janitor."

"Nice to meet you, Minneapolis." I hold out my hand. Nel raises an eyebrow, unfamiliar with the gesture and I put my hand back. "Have you seen anyone come by here? Maybe a younger guy, black hair… blue eyes, tan skin. Pretty much an idiot."

"Yes. One person. But I just thought… maybe he be the…"

"A zombie?" I ask.

"If that's what you call them." He shrugs then shivers. "He was climbing up this wall." He points toward the end of the hallway. "Good luck, mon."

I run to the elevator and press the highest floor. I wait, listening to the cheesy music. When the doors open I look around the hallway for a way to get up stairs. Then I see a lever on the ceiling and realize it's a door.

"Damned if I do. Damned if I don't." I say to myself and jump up and grab the lever. Hanging by my fingertips, I pull myself through the opening and into a ventilation system.

"God forgive me." I whisper. And crawl through the vents.

One hour later…

I see light. I shove a piece of metal out of my way. "Thank you!" I squeal. I breathe a sigh of relief and look out onto the roof. Out of nowhere I hear a gunshot.

"What…?"
"Jay!" I squeal again. Geez, two squeals in five minutes… what am I becoming?

"Minne… Mineapolis!" He puts the gun down and runs over. Pulling me into a hug that lifted me off that ground. I wheezed something out that was completely incoherent.

"What was that?" He loosens his grip a little.

"Put… me… down…. Shiebekoff." I hiss.

"Oh, sorry." He puts me down and grimaces.

"Don't you ever do that again!" I screech.

"Do what? Pick you up?" He asks.

"No." I say, looking away.

"Then… what?" He say to my back because I'm already on my way back down. He grabs my arm, "Minne."

"What?" I growl.

"Please?"

I hesitate for a moment. "Don't ever leave me again."

Jay smiles deviously.

I hit him upside the head.

I'm going to get yelled at for that… but… whatever. Come get me MOFOS!:D

Oke seeya laterz BAI!

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