another zombie wasn't sneaking up on her. Even though they'd seen dozens of undead in the streets lately, this part of town was mostly devoid. She wondered if the big boss zombie at the stadium was clearing them out or if they could sense to stay away.
For all of Hayden's talk about the migration always heading south, Bri didn't see as many zombies as she figured she should. A large part of the population of the United States were now zombies. Sure, some people had been killed and unable to reanimate but Bri figured it was a small percentage. Survivors had figured out headshots were the answer, but how many survivors were even left at this point?
Bri imagined large parts of the country completely empty of living, breathing people. Maybe Missouri or Nebraska was just a wasteland with zombies roaming, looking for a nice human snack to munch on before waking up one day and deciding to stake a claim in the middle of nowhere. Maybe Missouri and Nebraska were already empty because all of the zombies were in the southernmost State they could find. She imagined the Gulf of Mexico packed with zombies with nowhere further south to walk to.
Hayden waved at Bri to follow.
They kept to the middle of the road so nothing could jump out at them. The only drawback was a sniper on the roof or a zombie in a window who would see them and reach out, falling and plummeting to the ground, where it could kill an unsuspecting person down below.
By the amount of dried blood and rotting corpses on the sidewalk on either side, at some point the zombies had had a jump off the roof and splatter party.
"Let me do the talking," Bri said.
"I thought we already went over this." Hayden stopped. "I'm the big bad zombie who eats people. I get it. You're embarrassed having me as your boyfriend."
Bri smiled because she thought Hayden was joking around but when he turned away she sighed. There was no time for his hurt feelings shit right now.
"Stop with the pathetic pouting. It makes your face look weird," Bri said, trying to lighten the mood. Suddenly they'd stepped into another awkward fight, and she didn't want to have it out in the open.
"I'm not pouting," Hayden said. He was definitely pouting to Bri.
She continued up the street, looking for the couple. She hoped Hayden would shut up and follow, and lead them to wherever the two people had gone.
He did, which made her happy.
"They went right at the next corner," Hayden said. "Stop when you get there. I feel someone in an upstairs window across the street watching."
Bri didn't argue. She moved to her right, stepping over a torched body and putting her back against the wall just before the corner. Hayden caught up and stood a few feet away, out of range for prying eyes.
"There's a woman. She's alone. The building is filled with zombies but she doesn't seem to care. I'm not feeling fear or panic. She's just... she tried to lure the couple into the building but they kept going for some reason," Hayden said.
"One problem at a time," Bri said. As if they didn't have enough to worry about, now there was some evil bitch in the area as well. "Let's follow the couple and see where they go."
Chapter Ten
Tosha felt like a new woman. She'd found a pair of leather walking shoes that fit and a new pair of jeans as well as three black t-shirts, in a men's department, that were baggy but allowed her room to move her arms and fight.
She'd nearly cried when she found a rubber band on the floor. She used it to pull her wild red hair back and out of her eyes. It was the simple things in life that kept her going.
At some point, survivors had holed up in the mall offices, but the door had been breached and there was so much blood covering everything Tosha almost missed the four backpacks filled with canned goods and water as well as a loaded .22 and a new machete still in the packaging.
Higher ground was where she needed to be between searching the mall for more hidden
For all of Hayden's talk about the migration always heading south, Bri didn't see as many zombies as she figured she should. A large part of the population of the United States were now zombies. Sure, some people had been killed and unable to reanimate but Bri figured it was a small percentage. Survivors had figured out headshots were the answer, but how many survivors were even left at this point?
Bri imagined large parts of the country completely empty of living, breathing people. Maybe Missouri or Nebraska was just a wasteland with zombies roaming, looking for a nice human snack to munch on before waking up one day and deciding to stake a claim in the middle of nowhere. Maybe Missouri and Nebraska were already empty because all of the zombies were in the southernmost State they could find. She imagined the Gulf of Mexico packed with zombies with nowhere further south to walk to.
Hayden waved at Bri to follow.
They kept to the middle of the road so nothing could jump out at them. The only drawback was a sniper on the roof or a zombie in a window who would see them and reach out, falling and plummeting to the ground, where it could kill an unsuspecting person down below.
By the amount of dried blood and rotting corpses on the sidewalk on either side, at some point the zombies had had a jump off the roof and splatter party.
"Let me do the talking," Bri said.
"I thought we already went over this." Hayden stopped. "I'm the big bad zombie who eats people. I get it. You're embarrassed having me as your boyfriend."
Bri smiled because she thought Hayden was joking around but when he turned away she sighed. There was no time for his hurt feelings shit right now.
"Stop with the pathetic pouting. It makes your face look weird," Bri said, trying to lighten the mood. Suddenly they'd stepped into another awkward fight, and she didn't want to have it out in the open.
"I'm not pouting," Hayden said. He was definitely pouting to Bri.
She continued up the street, looking for the couple. She hoped Hayden would shut up and follow, and lead them to wherever the two people had gone.
He did, which made her happy.
"They went right at the next corner," Hayden said. "Stop when you get there. I feel someone in an upstairs window across the street watching."
Bri didn't argue. She moved to her right, stepping over a torched body and putting her back against the wall just before the corner. Hayden caught up and stood a few feet away, out of range for prying eyes.
"There's a woman. She's alone. The building is filled with zombies but she doesn't seem to care. I'm not feeling fear or panic. She's just... she tried to lure the couple into the building but they kept going for some reason," Hayden said.
"One problem at a time," Bri said. As if they didn't have enough to worry about, now there was some evil bitch in the area as well. "Let's follow the couple and see where they go."
Chapter Ten
Tosha felt like a new woman. She'd found a pair of leather walking shoes that fit and a new pair of jeans as well as three black t-shirts, in a men's department, that were baggy but allowed her room to move her arms and fight.
She'd nearly cried when she found a rubber band on the floor. She used it to pull her wild red hair back and out of her eyes. It was the simple things in life that kept her going.
At some point, survivors had holed up in the mall offices, but the door had been breached and there was so much blood covering everything Tosha almost missed the four backpacks filled with canned goods and water as well as a loaded .22 and a new machete still in the packaging.
Higher ground was where she needed to be between searching the mall for more hidden
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