I'll Come Back For YouI'll Come Back For You
Graduating High School and leaving home was supposed to be some great thing, like a rite of passage or whatever. For me, it just marked the start of my internship and of course, the zombie apocalypse.
"Landry, calm down. I work with this stuff. I'm telling you, it's not a 'zombie virus', it's just a flu. If you're that worried, get one of those face masks that CEDA hands out." I listened with quiet patience as my best friend tried to speak through the panicked hysteria that was in his voice.
It was the third time he had called me that week, expressing fear and concern about the rising 'Green Flu' incidents. Four years younger than me, and much more impressionable, Landry had got it into his head that CEDA was using the Green flu as a cover for a governmental zombie conspiracy. And I'll admit, after I graduated and went to work as an intern for CEDA, there had been increasing cases of this particular flu strain. But it was no w
Surviving on Realism -Ch 6-Shoot First, Ask Questions Later
Frankie woke with a splitting headache and a strange tingling sensation in her arm that informed her it was losing circulation. She opened her eyes hesitantly, just in case she was in an area with blindingly bright lights. She found that it wasn't too excruciatingly bright in the room, and managed to fully open her eyes without crying from the pain in her head. A quick look around revealed that she was in an infirmary of sorts, and the reason her arm was asleep, was because Landry was using it as a pillow. While she found that particularly endearing, it was also quite annoying, and she lifted his head slowly, so as not to wake him when she moved her arm. Once she had him resting comfortably on a pillow, she stood and began stretching, trying to renew the circulation.
As she did so, she walked around the small room, pausing to check on Jeannine, who's IV drip was empty. She changed the bags out and brushed her friend'