Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Living the Life ❯ Zombie's R Us ( Chapter 12 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

By: Smortz

Disclaimer: This story belongs to Smortz. Characters and plot created by me as well.

Chapter 12

“How many are in there?” She asked into her headset as she sat in the co-pilot seat.

She brought the binoculars up to her eyes and stared at the large warehouse in the deserted clearing. It was almost a dream to her.

There was no more than ten zombies scattered in the clearing, and moving so slowly she wondered if there was more to the physiology of a zombie. “Why don't these guys run, or talk?” Hunter asked leaning next to Carter.

“Maybe `cause they haven't seen anyone, their brains haven't adapted because they haven't been alarmed,” Carlos suggested.

“Maybe,” she forced out as Peter circled the area one more time. “Hunter, you fill up the gas tank, Carlos and Quinn will cover fire,” Peter reminded as he settled the chopper down.

Hunter didn't wait for it to touch the ground, jumping out to grab the tank and shove the pipe into the chopper's tank.

“Anybody got a credit card?” He asked as the zombies began to stumble weakly over to them.

Quinn grabbed the tri-fold wallet from her pants tossing it to him as she took aim and shot, “Think next time.”

Hunter gave her a sheepish smile before she went back to her shooting. Peter cursed. “First runners, seven o'clock.”

She saw Carlos turn to help, therefore continued shooting on her side before she paused to see them all dead. Peter started the chopper again, the gas pump falling from it as he raised it into the air with Hunter dangling from the leg of the chopper.

Quinn watched him hover over the shop, Hunter hopped down and ran to the edge. “We can't get in from up here,” he cursed as the chopper once again shut off.

“We can,” Quinn murmured as she pointed to a sky light towards the center top.

“Nice eye,” Carlos smirked beside her. She thought it'd be better to ignore him, but her anger said otherwise, “Don't come near me.”

She switched to her assault rifle. Peter and Hunter were staring through the skylight, “I only see a couple in there.”

Quinn thanked whoever was listening with her mind before Hunter stood up and used his handgun to shatter the glass.

“Quinn can we use you as bait?” He asked thoughtfully.

She narrowed her eyes at him and he threw his arms up in surrender, “I figured we could dangle you in, attract them all so we're not going in there with them all around us.”

“It does make sense,” Peter added and she sighed and tucked her tank top into her pants so it wouldn't fall down as Carlos kicked the glass rim to clear it. “Hunter grab her left leg,” he smirked, “I got her ri-”

“Beat it, child molester, I got her right,” Peter warned and she sent him a thankful smile as she leaned over the edge and let them lower her in.

She pulled her hand gun out and whistled loudly. Carlos, Hunter, and Peter all chattering and yelling profanities.

The zombies looked at them, squawking. When that happened they all cursed. “S-Shit, these guys talk, get me up!” She shouted as she took out her handgun.

They hid then, and Hunter began to pull her up when her boot slipped. “Shit, keep her still!” Carlos warned, putting down his rifle and leaning forward to grab her ankle.

A cry came from the zombies, as if to yell break from within a huddle.

She looked around at the scary dead silence that followed, trying to spot one. Her heart was beating so fast, fear had her throat constricted.

Her eyes spotted movement across the far racks, before a head popped up and she gasped, “Get me the fuck up!”

The one climbed all the way up, before hopping on to the next.

Carlos and Hunter pulled her up as quickly as it could, but as he neared her, it couldn't have felt any slower. It dove up to get her, grabbing her hair and pulling as it tried not to fall, screeching victory.

“Shoot it!” She begged as she saw Peter struggling to aim with it just under her head. She reached up with her arm, trying to find the pocket as she snaked her hand to break the Velcro off when it gave a painful tug

Carlos and Hunter barely hung on before she grabbed the pocket knife and reached into her hair, cutting it before the zombie fell to the ground.

“Get me up!” She screamed, dropping the pocket knife as her hands finally reached the rim. Bits of small glass bit into her palm and she grabbed on to Peter to try to calm her breath.

“S-Sorry Quinn I thought they'd be like the ones outside,” Hunter got out still recovering from the rush in adrenaline.

“Its fine,” she got out before she grabbed her assault rifle, “They're staying out of shooting range.”

She looked down to find the zombie that had held her prisoner, but it was gone, scurrying to its zombie friends.

Hunter snorted at her suggestion pulling something off his belt that looked like a grenade before tossing it into the aisle they were in. “They haven't taught those yet,” Hunter sneered.

The zombies screamed in confusion, running from the aisle but it was too late. The grenade went off in a small explosion, causing them to fly from the food aisle. Quinn looked through her scope, taking that moment to shoot them for the last time. “Who goes down first?” She asked, taking her handgun out.

Before anyone could volunteer Hunter dropped down onto the rack before hopping on to the floor, his rifle out as he cleared the small area he was in. Carlos jumped in next and then Quinn, who ironically landed on what used to be her hair. “I'm going to have to fix that when we get back,” she whispered.

“I like it,” Carlos admitted.

Her upper lip curled, “Definitely fix it.”

The sound of a rolling cart had there attention, lost of carts to be exact before Peter rolled them in front of their aisle, “Each gets one!”

Quinn took her cart, putting her sniper rifle in it, leaning it to where she could grab it. She was pushing the cart with a handgun in both hands as she wandered down the soups aisle, grabbing anything she could before moving to the next aisle.

“I'm on the liquor aisle!” Hunter cheered before a door slammed close. She automatically cleared the fear from her throat, “Who was that?”

She hated how she got three `not me.'

“Meet at aisle eight,” Peter said quietly and she nodded backing her cart up from the sound.

A snarl echoed and she ditched the cart, looking down the aisles she passed. “I can't see the damn thing,” she cursed as she met up with Peter and Carlos.

They heard the crash of a bottle, a grunt, and then the sound of chewing and Quinn watched Peter take off. “H-Holy shit! Get off him!” Peter shouted and Quinn finally caught up to him.

She gasped, tears came to her eyes as she stared at the boy chew out of Hunter's right hand stomach vigorously. It was like a starved dog had found a carcass of a rabbit. She raised her gun, closing her eyes as she shot before Carlos took a step towards Peter. “Stop, he's going to get up,” she warned.

A loud shot had her eyes wide as she stared at Peter hovering over Hunter. “W-We didn't hear anything,” Peter whispered in dismay, his eyes watering.

Quinn set a hand on his arm pushing it to his side before she wrapped her arms around his waist, “It was only a small boy he probably didn't know how to talk.”

Peter sighed, “L-Let's get out of here.”

Quinn and Carlos instantly agreed as they hurried back to the cart. “I'm going to the House Ware and Camping aisle,” she called out and Carlos chuckled. “I'm in household chemicals!”

She sighed, a tear slipping from her eye as she passed Peter's corpse and turned into the camping aisle. Her eyes found what she wanted as she picked up four boxes of large stand up spotlights. White caught her eye, and she let a goofy smile fill her as she turned to stare at the propane tanks.

“B…Barbeque…”

“Hey! I found a grill so grab some meat!” She shouted. Carlos gave a cry out in joy at the mere thought of it.

She gave a grunt as she lifted the barbeque onto a four wheel lift, setting more than needed propane tanks before she pulled both of the carts to the front. There were no zombies in the front. “We should have Peter lower the chopper,” she suggested as Carlos nudged his finished cart with his.

Quinn began to bag the groceries, deciding it'd make it easier for them to travel. Peter nudged his cart against hers as well. “I'll get right on it,” he began, “radio me when you have them all ready to transport, we're going to need to be as fast as possible.”

Carlos nodded as he bagged in a different register line tossing her a smile. “I really didn't mean any harm you know?”

Quinn snorted, “Yea, sure, pinning me to a table and groping me was a perfect way of explaining that.”

He sighed, “Couldn't help it, you were too adorable all flustered.”

She rolled her eyes, opening her mouth to say something. He didn't let her. “I really do like you. My motivation for getting out of Jalabad was coming to make sure you're alright.”

Quinn chuckled, “And I told you the last thing I want right now is a relationship.”

He cleared his throat, “Did you really … fuck that loser?”

She hated the need to defend Mike but laughed it off, “Yea, last winter vacation.”

“How did Ryan deal with it?”

“Told him four days ago, he attacked Mike, busted a window and stuff,” she said, “said I should've charged, called him a faggot. He's always been childish, always thinking after he makes the worse choice. I guess you and him have that problem.”

“I have that problem?” Carlos asked, loading another bagged group of groceries into the cart.

Quinn could only give him an incredulous look, “You actually thought about pinning me and groping me before you did it?”

All she got was a sheepish smile before she scoffed, “Maybe I'll become a lesbian.”

Carlos's outburst of laughter was to much for her to resist, and she let gulls of laughter escape as well before she brought the radio to her lips. “We're ready.”

She pulled her cart and lift out, Carlos pushing his and peter's as well as Hunter's through the automatic doors as they began grabbing bags to prepare for loading. Peter lowered the chopper to the ground and her and Carlos began loading the bags instantly.

“I'll need your help with the grill and tanks,” she warned to Carlos who in turn smiled. “It's been awhile since I've barbequed.”