Jordan gasped and then a familiar voice rang through the air.

“Who the hell are you guys? I’ll blow your brains out if you turn out to be zambies.” He had a strong southern accent and as soon as he finished I couldn’t help chuckling

“Oh Jack, Don’t you remember your little Tessa?”

He lowered his gun when I spoke, “Well I’ll be dammed. You’ve gotten big.”

I hugged him and introduced him to Jordan and Jake. He apologized for hitting Jake and asked why we were here.

“Same reason you closed up. My friends and I were driving back from lake George and we… I hit one. I watched Tristan kill Sara last night and I shot one on our front porch before we came here. We loaded up on necessities and I came to see if you kept my guns.”

He smiled and walked behind the counter, “Of course. Take what you want. I don’t need my little girl getting eaten.” He tossed me a bag and wished us luck.

I walked back to the break room and opened my old locker. There sat a few guns and my hunting bow just as I had left them. I grabbed them and made my way back to the car. The two had grabbed four more guns and enough ammo to last us years. I played the radio on the way back but we all stayed quiet.

As we drove up we saw that the porch was vacant of all blood and bodies. Each of us grabbed a few bags and walked into the house.

The house smelt of Windex and bleach. Levi was cleaning out the fridge and the others were working on the pantry. We set the bags on the kitchen counter and the boys walked back out to the car.

“So what did we get?” Levi asked, not leaving the fridge.

“The question is what didn’t we get. We also stopped at a hunting store that Theresa used to work at. The owner let us take some guns and Theresa got her hunting stuff. The owner was the only one in town that seemed to know about the zombies. Or should I say zambies!” Jordan said laughing at herself.

The boys walked back in, all with multiple bags on their arms and walked like they were wearing heels.