Megan kicked an empty can, watching it roll across the neglected street. “I’m fucking hungry,” she complained. “And I hate walking. But of course, Joe’s fucking walker body had to come out of nowhere and ruin our car. Because we’re just that fucking lucky.”

“What would your mother say if she heard that mouth of yours?” Daryl asked, leading the group of three.

“She wouldn’t give a fuck,” Megan cursed again. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuckity. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

Shelby bursted out laughing, “Oh my god Megan.”

Even Daryl laughed. “But seriously you guys, you should be quiet. You know the walkers are attracted to sound.”

Megan rolled her eyes. “Since when did I start giving any fucks? MIDDLE FINGERS UP! IF YOU DON’T GIVE A FUCK!”

Shelby continued laughing and Daryl shook his head. “I knew we shouldn’t have let you drink that Mountain Dew.”

“No dude,” Megan said, pointing her katana at the man. “I would’ve flipped if you didn’t let me drink. You should know this.”

Daryl sighed. “I know. But I’m really starting to regret it.”

“You won’t regret it tonight,” Megan winked at him.

“Oh my god, please stop,” Shelby said, covering her ears.

“Would it help talking about how we killed Joe? Even though he was already dead?” Megan asked, laughing.

“Yus,” Shelby said with an evil grin.

“I’d run him over again if I could. Like, a million and a billion times.”

“And kick him in his vagina?” Shelby laughed.

“Yes!” Megan agreed.

Daryl abruptly stopped walking, causing Megan to crash into his back. “The hell dude?” she asked, holding her nose in pain.

“Seriously, will you two be quiet? There’s already walkers showing up and we’re completely exposed.” He asked, clearly aggravated.

“Well fine then, you ass,” Megan growled. But looking around, she could see the decomposing bodies straggling towards the trio. She swallowed back her anger and urge to talk.

Shelby did the same. They knew that survival was way more important than having a fun time. So they readied their weapons for the upcoming ‘battle.’

Daryl took the front, shooting the walkers in their path. The two girls turned around and took the ones coming from behind the group.

The first one down came from Shelby’s side. She raised her golf club and swung, the club connecting into the left side of the walker’s face. Its head collapsed in, leaving sticky red and brown brain matter all over Shelby’s weapon. She smirked, taking too much pleasure in killing the undead.

Megan gripped her katana with both hands. She thought back to all of the anime she’s seen over the years and moved the way her childhood heroes did. One by one, scalps came off of the walkers’ heads and they dropped, meeting the true death.

Soon, no more of the dead walked. “This is getting too easy,” Megan complained, keeping her voice low so she wouldn’t attract any more walkers.

“Mhmmmm,” Shelby agreed, poking one of the corpses with her foot.

“You guys are crazy,” Daryl said and continued walking forward,

“Well, we never claimed to be sane,” Megan said, following the man with her bestfriend at her side.

They continued walking for the longest time. It was mostly quiet except for Megan’s occasional complaints. But by nightfall, they found the remnants of society. A train station’s parking lot full of abandoned cars.

Megan sent thanks to the gods she didn’t believe as she and Shelby excitedly ran around looking for keys of some sort. Daryl followed. As great as those two were at killing walkers, he knew they didn’t really put much thought into their surroundings, especially when they were excited.

A few minutes later, Shelby picked something up from a skeleton with a huge grin. “I found car keys,” she said.

They found a nice hummer, the inside unscathed from the blood other vehicles had. The girls excitedly climbed into the back and Daryl took the driver’s seat, not trusting them after Megan wrecked the car by running over walkers.

Just as they were about to take off, they heard screaming. Human screaming.

“Oh fuck,” Shelby cursed.

Notes

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