David woke with a start. Where was he? He looked around him and saw Mark asleep next to him on a dog-bed they had laid out the night before. Oh... right. The end of the world.
Whoopey.
He stood up and looked around for Cody. Howie was sleeping a few feet away from them, but he couldn't see Cody. He walked towards the front of the store and peered out the window. It looked somewhat peaceful out there. Only a couple cars were parked in the lot, no people, the sun was shining... he had to remind himself the events from the day before.A tear ran down his cheek... both his parents were dead. It felt so unreal.
"Down!" David heard his brother whisper harshly to him from behind. He quickly complied. Ducking under the window, he leaned up against the wall with his brother. "I saw one," Cody whispered again, "Coming out of the woods across the parking-lot, heading straight this way. Hopefully it'll just pass by..."
They peeked over the wall. It was still coming their way, slowly, but surely, dragging it's left leg along. "Damn it all... it's still coming..." David said. He looked over at the exit and noticed his Machete. "Is... that.."
"Yes."
It was the same machete Cody had used to kill his own mother. David sniffled, but held back his tears. "I didn't realize you took it with us..."
Cody picked it up. "I figured we'd need it... I'll go take care of it." he ran outside.
David watched closely. The walking corpse had made it halfway across the lot already. It was right next to a car when it noticed his brother walking up with the blood stained machete. he watched as Cody stopped and let the zombie walk up to him, machete ready to swing. This was new, seeing his older brother like this. He didn't think he had it in him to act so mature, and to be brave.
Cody swung, and blood flew, as the zombie's head fell off its shoulders. As Cody ran back inside, a van pulled into the lot. Cody stopped just before entering the store. David got excited and ran out to be with Cody. "Good grief, people..." he said.
"I know right? Kinda nice to see." Cody said, smiling. He waved at the people as they exited the van.
The first one out waved back with his AK47
David's heart skipped a beat. "Whoa..." he wasn't about to admit it, but it kind of scared him. He jumped a bit at a sound to his right. Turning, he noticed that Cody had dropped the machete and was staring at the van. "Cody, what-" he stopped as he watched people exit the back of the van. He started shaking, and he couldn't move.
There, being lead inside by a large, muscular, African/American man, was Jack and Rose.
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