Him

Chapter 1

I tried to not let it bother me, but I couldn't help but think that the humans were in on this too. Maybe there were helping the zombies by cleaning up the blood of the recently deceased, to make it look like everything was clear. Then a person would come walking down here, thinking everything was fine, then before they knew it a zombie was eating at their neck. You never know, people are always trying to save their own skin. You can't trust anyone, especially during a zombie apocalypse. That made me think of old Kaylie. Kaylie was some broad that I was crazy about during freshman year. She wasn't strikingly beautiful but boy did she knock me out. She had a cute little figure with huge green eyes. I wasn't in love with her or anything, but I did love her. We were suppose to go to winter formal together, but I caught her kissing some dude from Saint Mary's. Boy, was I mad. I even think I knew the guy. If you want my advice, don't trust anyone. They'll only piss you off and end up with some douchebag from Saint Mary's.

I put my hood on and shoved my hands into the pockets of my sweatshirt. I decided that I've lost my crossbow, trying to save someone from a zombie attack. I swear to God I'm crazy. The empty sidewalks and streets reminded me how alone I am. I didn't like it at all, I really didn't. I kept reminding myself that I was almost there. Maybe another block, everything was moving so goddamn slow. I had to fight back the urge to scream my fucking lungs out, I'd only choke on them anyway.

In-N-Out was in the center of a Krispy Kreme and a Arco gas station. As I continued to walk with my hands stuffed into my sweatshirt, the smell of freshly baked doughnuts filled my nostrils, causing my stomach to growl. Boy, am I hungry. I hurriedly walked pass the doughnut shop, stopping once I was in front of the burger joint.

I didn't want to open the goddamn door. I was on edge, damn my anxiety. I took a deep breath trying to calm myself down, but I just couldn't. So I walked over to the back of the joint, standing near a dumpster. I looked to make sure no one else was around, which no one was. I removed one of my hands from my sweatshirt and stuffed my hand into my jeans pocket. "Come on, you little shit." I said to myself, searching my pocket. Finally, I felt something hit my fingertips and pulled out the pre-rolled joint. I took out my lighter from my sweatshirt pocket and lit the joint. Marijuana is the only goddamn thing that keeps me calm. I've become so damn dependent on it as the years progressed. It's not something I'm proud of, I'm really not. But I need it, I damn near killed someone without it, I really did. I swear to God I'm crazy.

I pressed the lit joint against my lips, inhaling the smoke then shortly exhaling it. I looked up at the sky which was now graced with a very faint shade of blue, damn. My mother was probably already up, cleaning the goddamn house. She's always cleaning the damn house just to please my ass of a father. My father and I hate each other, if you want to know the truth. One time I pissed him off real bad just for the hell of it. This dude Chris Webster, who I like to call Pop because the bastered always had a goddamn soda with him, graffitied my father's car. I asked him to, I even gave him fifty dollars for it. Pop damn near crapped himself when I asked him. At first, old Pop wasn't going to take up the offer, but I reminded him how much soda he could buy with that dough. The son of a bitch would do anything for a lick of soda, no kidding. Anyway, when Pop agreed to do it, I made sure he did it on Father's Day. Boy, you should have seen the look on my father's face when he saw the car that day. I got a real kick out that. Naturally, he pointed his fat sausage fingers at me. I didn't live up to it of course, but he still blamed me. I was okay with it though, as long as I fucked up his pride and joy.

Once I was less than half way finished with the joint, I threw it on the ground and stepped on it. Normally, I'd smoke all of it but that's only when I'm alone in my room. I made my way to the front of the joint and opened the door with no hesitation. Luckily, no one I knew was there. In fact the whole place was pretty much empty aside from some old dude and this heavy chick. I went up to order my food, I looked up to read the menu. I'm not even sure why I was reading the damn menu, I already knew what I wanted to eat. I swear, I kept reading the same words, over and over again. Hamburger, double-cheese burger, double-double cheese burger, french fries, milkshakes, coffee. Coffee. That killed me. Why would someone ever want to drink damn coffee with a burger. That made me think of old Kaylie again. She always drank the weirdest things with good food. Like hot teas and hotdogs.