So Zed and I are heading over to this place hes got.
"Classy joint?" I say.
"Used to be a club before all this." he says. "Its alright. Hey, theres an old auto shop near here, i wanna go by and pick up a can o gas for the generator."
So we go. Only theres this rotter hanging around outside, looking for a way in.
"I'll take care of this" says Zed.
"Now you hang on Just a minute. I know that guy."
"You mean, knew him. He's dead now."
The zombie looks at us as if we were a can of beans that just needed opening. I hate beans.
"Yeah yeah, right. Knew him." I say. "He used to be in my class at school. I hate that fucker."
"Hated...."
"Yeah, whatever."
The rotbag starts shambling towards us. If we had to, we could run away. Or even walk.
"Im gonna take care o this one." I say, walking over to the rotter. Man he stinks. I raise the bat. Just then the he dives forward. Okay, falls. Bastard tries to chew my ankle. I cant shake it free, till I kick him enough with my one free leg. As he stands up again, and I hit him square in the head with a full swing.
He just looks at me.
"You want some help there with that one?" asks Zed.
"Nah I got it." I say.
All of a sudden this car comes round the corner, these douchebags hanging out the window. They spot us, and the zombie, and let out a whole lotta shots towards us from these dinky little handguns theyre carrying. They speed off screaming and carrying on like frat boys.
"You okay Zed?"
"Yeah. Didnt hit me. You?"
"Me either" I say. "They at least hit the rotter?"
"Nope. They got the wall over there some." He points to a dirty statue outside the old fast food joint. "Colonel sanders got hit pretty bad."
"Yeah, but he had it coming" I say. I finish the job off with a few swings of the baseball bat. The Colonel just looks at me. I need to get a better weapon.
"Hey, whered that zombie go" i ask.
"Shit, I dunno. He's gone now."
"Oh, shit. I really wanted to kill that guy."
"Hes already dead" says Zed.
"Would you shut up with that will ya? For fucks sake."
Zed walks over to me. He looks pissed. Just now I remember hes the one with the hand cannon while im standing there trying out for the yankees.
"Want a drink?" he says.
We sit down and have a drink of some piss that hes carrying.
"Im gonna get that fucker" I say. "He used to cheat in math class."
"He cheated off of you?" says Zed disbelievingly.
"Not exactly" i say. "I was the teacher."
Zed laughs hysterically.
"Shut up you. Im gonna get that fucker. You'll see. He'll not live to see another day."