Zombies'n'S**t Ep. 47

Rain Makes Corn. Corn Makes Whiskey. Whiskey Makes My Baby Feel A Little Frisky.

We spent most of the morning wandering in one direction.  We didn't speak, so the only sound was the howls, whispers and coughs of wind through the buildings.  We didn't see anyone or anything that moved on its own.  It was kinda depressing, really.

I mean, think about it, this city used to be full of life, movement, noise and light.  Now?  Jesus, we didn't even see an animal.  The shattered windows of buildings leered down at us, a skull of their former selves.

At one point the clouds had rolled in, thick and dark gray.  A few drops of water splashed on my oily hair and slid down my lanky locks and licked my cheeks (HA!  Alliteration).  Before long, the rain fell hard and fast.  I looked at Sophia and saw her huddle with her arms crossed and hunched against the rain.  When I thought about it, the rain was cold.  Huh.

She started shivering violently.  I pointed at her and laughed.

What?

WHAT?!

I thought it was funny!  So what?  She can laugh at my expense, but the moment I do it back: 'Oh no!  You can't do that!  It's meeaan!'

Bite me.

I laughed and she glared.  I kept laughing as I pulled my coat off, wrapped it around her shoulders and led her to an abandoned building (I know, shocking, right?  An abandoned building?  No!).  We scampered inside and moved to the center of a room that looked like it used to be a hair salon.

I turned to Sophia as she said, "Thanks.  Jerk."  She punched me lightly.  I quirked my head to one side and gave her a steady look, "Sophia," I started.

"What's a hair salon?"

Author's Note

I know, I know. This one is a bit weirder than usual. Hopefully the next weeks' will explain.

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[Joshua Carl Cruz]

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