Unless you're selling Girl Scout Cookies, you probably shouldn't knock on their door.

Introducing: William and Butch

The wind rushed past William's face, the clouds steaming around him in rivets, his journey through the air a pure feeling of adrenaline and euphoria. The Pegasus that he sat astride on neighed and nickered in joy, swerving suddenly to reach a waterfall of colors that cascaded in an arch through the sky. The colors washed over William, blinding him with such beauty. He spread his arms wide, reaching out to the gold that glimmered near by at the end of the gorgeous display of colors. A few more inches and he was in reach-

Knock, knock, knock.

The dream shattered into a million pieces, taking away William's joy ride through the sky and throwing it out the proverbial window. He suddenly became acutely aware of the darkness behind his eyelids and the coarseness of the blanket that did nothing to keep the chill away. 
And the incessant banging at the door. 
"Butch..." He slurred sleepily.

There came an enormous snore in a response, but no conscious answer followed suit. Annoyance seeped into William's slowly waking being. He grumbled peevishly and threw off the raggedy and ruined velvet curtain he used as a blanket. Reaching out he gripped his bedside weapon, the knife part of a teacher's large paper cutter. He shuffled past all the discarded wires from sound boards that littered the floor of the small sound booth that he and Butch called home. Reaching the steps, he clambered down them and leaned an ear against the vibrating door.

"Who is it?" He curtly asked

"Whaaaarrrgl jeeeessuuusszzz" Came and answer.

"F*****g Mormons" William flung the door open and in a few quick flicks of the wrist, three zombie heads lay on the threadbare carpet before the 'font' door.

"Satan." He said for no reason whatsoever, and shut the door.

"Who was it?" Butch called from his bed spot.

"Mormon zombies."

"Oh, them again."

"Yeah. We got food?" He said with little hope for a positive answer.

"Naw, we need to go raiding later. Did you fix your buzz saw?"
"Yeup" And to demonstrate, William hefted a contraption of spare pipes, wiring, a buzz saw engine and all. He started the engine, and at the head, the buzz saw whirred to life. "All ready to go chopping."

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"Dude, this was the worst house to raid" Butch whined from the living room.

"It's abandoned. Not many zombies around. It's fine. Find anything sellable for ammo?"

"Some silver candle holders and other knick knacks. It's old people's stuff, like knitting needles. Dude..."

"What?" William turned away from the shelf he was grabbing food cans off of. He didn't like Butch's tone of voice.

"The people who lived here, they're not... they' didn't..."

"They evacuated before the epidemic hit hard. I remember, don't worry. They're not dead"

"Oh, good"
William turned back and opened one of the top shelves. His eyes widened at the find.

"Oh my god!" 

"What?!" Butch rushed into the kitchen. William turned and displayed the tea set he uncovered from the shelf.

"Let's have a motherfucking tea party"

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William and Butch sat facing each other, gorging themselves on the unopened pack of Twinkies they had found in the house. They again sat in the sound booth of the old theater on the desecrated grounds of their old high school. 

"Man, I remember when this place was full of zombies before the virus hit" Butch muttered into his pastry. 

"Yeah, you mean every school day? Kids'd schlep in here as if they were stoned."

"Bet half of them were."

"The sad truth."

And then their conversation faded into the silence. But they didn't mind; it often ended that way. The two of them had been partners so long, they were comfortable in the friendly silence. They'd been best buds since even before the apocalypse. Working together for the drama club had made them familiar with the small theater, quickly making it obvious to them that it was an ideal survival hide out. 

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