A guide to survive the zombie apocalypse by Joy Felicity Kingsworth:
1. Get yourself a cute best friend who you've known since childhood.
2. Form an emotional attachment to a weapon and food item.
3. Lose your sanity.
4. Join a group whose sole purp...
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Ep. 1 "No Mercy (Part One)" Ch. 5/7
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Like any good animal lover, Joy was willing to forgive atrocities against her for the sake of petting a crow—at least regarding the little boy.
The same couldn't be said for the walking tampon. But she clearly didn't get the memo. In fact, she was so far off Joy's forgiveness scale that she thought it was a good idea to hand Joy a dirty handkerchief as a sign of extended friendship.
No señor. Joy didn't abide by the rules of 'never bite the hand which feeds you'.
"For your face," Joy sniffed at it—clean enough for apocalypse standards—before turning her chin away towards the crow that squawked directly in her face.
That bird definitely had something against Joy. Must've been a friend of walking tampon girl.
Said girl who sighed as she was ignored, her teeth gritting so loudly Joy could hear them scratch from afar.
Tough luck, Joy wasn't easy to forgive anyone. Hell, she hadn't even forgiven Murphy for his radioactive escape, and that happened months and one baby Lucy ago.
"Look, I'm gonna be the bigger person here and apologize. Sorry for attacking you." She held out the handkerchief again. Joy's eyes still narrowed, though her lips tugged into a sarcastic smile.
"Apology... not accepted." The girl's passive face fell into the same narrowed stare Joy used on her, only causing Joy's smile to grow.
"Seriously?"
"It's missing pizzaz, you know." Again with gritting her teeth. It was a surprise that tampon girl even still had teeth if she grit them that much.
"Fine,"
She dropped the handkerchief at Joy's feet, no longer caring whether she caught it or it was soaked in mud—the latter happened to that poor innocent piece of fabric caught between two raging women.
Both for differing reasons. Joy's for pettiness, and the red girl's for... actually, Joy couldn't pinpoint the girl's feelings for her beyond hatred for leaving some lasting bruises.
"Hey, kid. Say goodbye to the Old One. Time to go." The little boy cawed sadly at the crows one last time before they all flew off, the ones who liked Joy included.
She supposed that was the end of their little play date.
However, before he left into his sister's awaiting arms, the boy cawed directly into Joy's face and squinted as she tried to replicate his call before he ran off. Had she accidentally insulted a little boy in crow language?
"We're gonna get some food. You can come with us if your ego will let you." Joy dusted off her jeans as she stood up, eye squinted into slits from her massive sarcastic grin.
