Zombies'n'S**t Ep. 3A Chapter by wagonburner....And the Humiliation Continues
I grumbled as I pulled the piano key from my head and tossed it away. Katherine closed her book and looked at me plainly. "What do you want, John?" I leaned the chair back on the back two legs, "Can't a guy just shoot the s**t with his sister?"
She wasn't really my sister, but ever since I turned, she was there for me, guiding me, comforting me, hitting me, mocking me.....you know, sisterly things. She was turned before I was, and my vague memory of life before never brought recognition of her before then. So all I ever knew of her was the perpetually matted black hair, almond shaped eyes, chocolatey rotting flesh, rasping (yet strangely musical) voice (like a washboard heard through a dead cat) and petite nose. "You are full of s**t, John. Where is Bambi? You two are joined at the hip, strange to see you apart." I laughed sardonically, "He is going to ask around and see if we need to participate in the next attack." She scoffed, "C'mon John. We haven't for like a month. I think it is our turn." I leaned too far back in my agitation and tumbled backwards, into the table behind me. The resulting crash drew the attention of many and everybody laughed. I grumbled unhappily as I straightened my chair, mortified (Hehehe. Get it?), "Freakin' whateverthehell thing that makes us do this s**t." Katherine smiled at me, stood, walked passed me and ruffled my hair as she passed, "Suck it up, brother. Be ready to attack in a few hours, and this time, avoid the shotgun toting normies, eh?" "Hahaha," I said, sarcastically. She giggled as she walked past me, calling back, "Meet me at the burrito stand in an hour and a half." Huh. Convenient. "Well." I muttered to myself, looking after her. "S**t." © 2016 wagonburner |
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