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Under the majestic bronze statue of Queen Victoria, complete with crown, staff thing and prodigious bosom, was Jo. Jo sat at Queen Victoria's feet and her head was bent towards her shoulder bag. Dark and curly hair fell forward and hid her profile from view as she rifled through her bag. Tides of people flowed around the statue and thus around her. They too looked down, eyes downcast to peer at the pavement or their phones. The banners outside the Queen Victoria Building rippled in the breeze that didn't do much to alleviate the heavy warm air.

"Finally," Jo muttered and pulled out the cute and tiny eevee toy she'd found. It was going to be a gift for Paige, just something cute to break through any oh-shit-I'm-meeting-someone-from-online awkwardness. Jo straightened up and crossed her legs, then set the eevee on her lap. Now she watched the crowds intently, trying to pick out Paige or at least a girl who looked like she was looking for someone of Jo's description. Pale blue three quarter jeans and a light charcoal Call of Duty Black Ops shirt. As Jo scanned the crowd, she noticed with wry amusement that so many people looked wrecked. Eyes ringed in shadows, cheeks pale and a certain fatigued wobble in their step. There must have been a huge party last night. She supposed. Or maybe the hot nights were affecting everyone.

Speaking of, now she wanted a coffee. Jo patted the eevee's head absently and swung her feet back and forth. She wondered what the Queen would have thought of her casualness. Would she care what the descendants of convicts got up to? Jo looked up at the Queen's dress that spilled over the edges of the pedestal and frowned thoughtfully.

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She had worn make up and falsies, something she would not have really bothered with. Everything had to be absolutely perfect. She blinked, lifted her eyelashes to keep it out of her eye, blinked again and gazed at the black remnants of her mascara and eyeshadow. Her make up was nicely done although a little too much for meeting a friend for coffee. Her parents had teased her, and were instantly convinced (and happy) that she was meeting a boy. She had flirted with Jo and made up stories about her sexual prowess, after all. Her hair had been stylishly curled, her clothing had been purchased from prettylittlething and she wore a black chiton like dress that down to her knees. Paige also had a bag that was a tad too small, she checked her phone to make sure there had been no cancellations.

Nothing.

This was actually happening.

Paige had been imagining and practicising how this would eventually come to pass. She hoped that Jo would not see through her. It began to sink in that a lot of what she had told Jo was an exaggeration, a lie. She felt her cheeks flush under the foundation, shivered and exhaled slowly. Desperate to be liked. "Okay, okay, be UndeadSlayerXoXo," She said, trying to mentally embrace the persona she had made for herself. She stood near the corner and spotted Jo. She felt her heartbeat faster then saw the faces of some of the people. They looked rough as guts.

She rearranged her boobs from behind a tree into her bra, checked her hair and make up with her phone, exhaled and walked towards Jo with a smile.

"Jo?" She asked and spread her arms out wide in offer for a hug. The same way she watched girls in school do it.

Time to begin.

Paige always wanted to be an actress.

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"Paige!" Well fuck, Paige was dolled up, Jo thought about her eyebrows. She hadn't plucked them in a few weeks. Jo's eyes darted down to Paige's breasts and then focussed on her face. Paige had put in so much effort for their meeting. Well, maybe this was normal for her. She was quite sexual apparently, and it made sense for a sexual someone to take care in their appearance. More than Jo did!

Jo jumped up, the eevee held in one hand and the other absently checking that her phone was still in her pocket. It was, it always was. Her bag thumped her hip, the weight of it reminding Jo that she had intended to cram in some reading for an upcoming tute.

"Or," Jo paused when she reached Paige. She set her hand on Paige's shoulder to make her stop. "Should I say....undead slayer kisses and hugs?" When Jo smiled, her eyes squinted into arches. It was a wide and toothy smile, her teeth slightly stained from her old smoking and drinking habit. Her laugh was more like a chuckle, but Jo scooped Paige into an embrace which involved a rather strong impression of mammaries. Jo parted and brought the eevee around to boop Paige on the nose.

"I bought you something silly! An eevee. I adore eevess, there's something very queer about them isn't there?" Jo offered the toy to Paige.

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She could have sworn that there was an eevee in Jo's hand. Paige's smile strained a little when there was a pause, this wasn't following the script she had played out in her head! Briefly she had no idea what to do next. Soon before she realised it she was up in Jo's arms, squeaked and was absolutely conscious of the boob squishing going on. Her eyes went wide, and she had to force herself to remember the plan. Undead slayer.. be her...

Paige blinked, confused at first at the boop to her nose and was not sure what to make of it at first. Was it a joke? Was it one of those jokes where someone was being set up to fail? Her smile was strained before she breathed easier at the sight of the toy. Paige's eyes lit up at the sight of the toy. She had received gifts in the past but mostly from her parents. This was the first one she would receive from a friend.

"Oo! You have?!" She asked with youthful excitement, then remembered her role and cleared her throat. "Well, a little, I think they're cute. Like me," She took it and placed it on her shoulder. "See the cuteness?"

FUCK! She had forgotten to bring something for Jo!

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"Very cute! Y'know in the new pokemon game where the eevee rides around on your shoulder? That cute." It did feel odd to have those words falling from her mouth. Jo was confident socially, definitely not living in her father's basement, and she loved to play sport. Netball of all things. Video games, even normie one's like Pokemon and Call of Duty were so far from the image she presented to the world.

But that was kind of the nice thing about meeting Paige, wasn't it? Being able to express this side of herself. Jo put her arm companionably around Paige. The gleaming law courts swallowed a group of well dressed people and the cafe in front of the church belched out sleepy looking people with their hands clasped around paper cups of coffee.

"Do you want to grab a coffee?" A bee buzzed lazily passed them to visit the flower installations beside the road. "Or an iced one, it's kinda hot isn't it? Humid?" Jo lifted her hand and flapped her face to prove her point. Then grinned, a cheeky light glinting in her expression. Jo flapped her hand at Paige instead.

"I think I know whhhy," she teased. A rather round about way of saying, I see the effort you put into today and I appreciate it.

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To be honest she had never heard of the new pokemon game. The main reason why she got into it was to have something to talk to Jo about. She stiffened a little at first by Jo's embrace, soon settled and put her arm around her in a friendly way. This is what the popular girls did at school. And! She saw people doing it on TV too. She giggled at the comparison of the different kinds of people, and despite living in Sydney... she had never really been to the city itself.

"Mmmm coffee is good, and -- " She stopped, blinked and stared at the bee going past and squinted as it passed. She did not wear her glasses because they didn't suit her face. Or so she thought. "An iced one sounds great!" Paige exclaimed, giggled as Jo began to fan herself and then the smile became a little strained when her own face was fanned. Was the make up running off her face and she looked like a slutty clown? She had used enough setting spray to seal up a battleship.

She blushed brightly even through the foundation, giggled and batted her eyelashes with a coquettish look on her face.

"Mmm.... stop..... I'll get the coffees, Do you want a muffin or something to go with it?"

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"Alright, thanks!" Independent and a student, Jo was not one to pass up on a free feed. She'd attended a few guest non-undergrad lectures primarily for the nibbles and drinks that was served on long cheap tables afterwards. It broke up the monotony of noodles, frozen veggies and baked beans. She released Paige and lead her to the little cafe. The Jardin was enclosed by a semi-circle of black wrought iron fencing decorated with little hat like things that reminded Jo of the tops of the bishop pieces in chess. Small white tables surrounded the double doors that led into the cafe. It looked like the interior was small, but the stone walls and floor promised a cavelike coollness. Jo grinned affectionately at someone seated at one of those tables. He was a round man, his shiny head reflecting the sun above. He dozed, hand loose near his coffee and a wheeze in his breath like he had a cold. Poor guy must have been exhausted.

Pew like seats flanked the entrance from the interior and the short entry way branched off into three directions. Straight ahead were more tables sporting sleepy looking people half dozing over their food. To the right the corridor lead towards the kitchen area. The left was a longer corridor, toilets appearing to be close by and at the end of the corridor were double doors. Jo guessed that they led into the church. A waiter rubbed his eyes and smiled sleepily at them.

"Coffee?" He guessed. Jo could understand why, the interior of the cafe exuded a formal air that she felt they didn't belong in.

"Yes please," Jo said. "And something to eat." The waiter lead them back outside as Jo politely asked after his day and chatted about how much better their collective days would be post coffee. Jo sat down, the waiter had picked a table that was still half in the church's shadow. Jo sat in the sun, letting Paige have the sun, and picked up the laminated and thin rectangular menu.

"Are you sure you're happy to pay? I think place is a little exxy," Jo offered Paige the menu to check whilst the large man's head rolled forward, eyes closed and a soft snore issuing from his mouth.

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She hoped that the place would not end up being too expensive. Paige walked with Jo towards the cafe and thought that it looked nice. She did not want to say anything but she would have been lost already. If it hadn't of been for a friendly local, she would not have known where the statue of Victoria was, and even with the assistance of google maps. Why on earth did everyone look so damn exhausted? She was perfectly happy to let Jo take the lead, ran her hands down to straighten her outfit and make sure she was still looking nice. The eeve still in her hand, before she hooked it into the crook of her arm and hugged it.

She wanted to ask about his day and suddenly felt shy. Instead she smiled and nodded politely when he gave his answers. Her hands trembled with nerves and she hoped she wouldn't be seen as rude. Undead Slayer was supposed to be charming and confident! Should she eat? Hell, what should she order? She sat down and blinked in the sunlight. Instantly hoped that she did not burn in the sunlight but did not want to look whiny by complaining.

She stared at the menu. Inwardly cringing at the prices and knew this would sting. Still, she didn't bring a present and UndeadSlayer had money coming out of her eyeballs.

Paige looked up and smiled sweetly, happy.

"Of course. Pick whatever you like!" She exclaimed, laughed and mentally looked for the cheapest option on the menu for herself.

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Jo could have eaten a horse. In this case, the horse would have taken the shape of a terre et mer salade... Whatever that was. Well, the menu said it was, to wit:

"Beetroot cured salmon gravlax, goat’s cheese wrapped grapes, cherry tomatoes, potatoes, grilled capsicum, mango mousse & passionfruit dressing."

Jo really wanted to see what grapes wrapped in goat's cheese looked like. Was it just a fancy way of saying a fondue was involved? That 60s favourite that absolved hosts from the responsibility of cooking? One day, Jo would be rich enough to have her grapes individually wrapped in cheese and her raw fish lathered in beetroot.

"I'll just get the baguette. Look at these things! Oo look, nutella crap." Or more properly, crepe.

"Look! Teer et meer salady." Jo pointed at terre et mer salade. "This place is proper posh. I love it." She did. The excesses of the rich never ceased to facisnate her.

"So. How was your morning?" Apparently Jo hadn't seen any inconsistency between the behaviour of undead slayer in the digital space and undead slayer in the meat space. As one of her sociology professors put it. Humans in meat sacks. Humans with their minds projected through binary code and made physical again with p–n junction diodes.

One of those meat space humans was staring at them with a savage look in his eye.

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She had no idea what the fuck it was either. Paige let out a chuckle at crap for crepe that turned into a giggle, she happened to snort a little too loud and blushed before focused more intently on the menu. Especially since it was the only thing around to distract her from the snort.

"Hm? Oh it was good... it wasn't too bad, traveled into the city to meet a good friend and," She paused, stared at the savage look in a human's eye and instantly felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up. Subconsciously she gulped. That wasn't what Undead Slayer would have done though. Paige took a deep breath and glared at him.

"Oi!" She began, her tone was far too bogan for her liking and cleared her throat. "Excuse you? Is there a reason why you're staring at us like a dickhead?!" She called out to him.

The man growled, let out a creepy moan and rose to his feet before he lunged towards their table with his teeth bared, snapping at them. Her hand grabbed the top of the water bottle and screamed before she lifted it up ready to strike. Around them people screamed and she was 98% sure they were going to be famous on Youtube.

Paige had seen people use bottles at the train station and brought it down hard on his head.

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Jo by contrast, tilted her head back and laughed, delighted by something as charming as a snort. The theme of Paige being charming continued -- and then the situation changed dramatically. Jo half stood up, reaching out as if to touch Paige, to try and soothe her. Who cared if some dude was staring at them? It wasn't worth a fight. But when he lumbered towards them, Jo's opinion changed quickly.

If this had been a horror movie, Jo would have laughed at the unnecessary collapse of the man's head. Since it was real life, she grabbed Paige and dragged her away from the man as he gurgled and moaned. His skull was apparently, brittle. It had collapsed under the force of the bottle, his skin shredding over the shards of bone and blood subsequently oozing down the side of his face. It didn't seem to have much of an effect however, besides pissing him off.

And exciting or scaring the people around them.

Some people screamed. A few grabbed their phones to start filming or calling triple 0. A majority stared and then started to shoot towards people who were acting like people. Those filming. Those running. Some towards Paige and Jo.

"Holy fucking shit," Jo screamed/thought/mumbled...she wasn't sure. She did, desperately, wildly, swing her fist out to punch the nearest 'man.' Slender and pale with black rimmed eyes and white white teeth. He didn't seem bothered by punch and Jo thought that at that moment, they really needed to run.

"C'mon! Paige!" She turned to sprint.

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Paige did not expect her to be pumped with Adrenalin nor did she expect for his head to cave in like butter. The cracking sound caused her roar of frustration to turn into a squeal of terror. Her eyes were glued on the man -- she felt someone pulling her away from the scene. She dropped the bottle in shock and began to murmur apologies under her breath, especially when he just... didn't stop advancing towards them. For a moment she wasn't sure what to do. It was almost as though she had forgotten that she had bottled someone and screamed, "OH MY GOD!" when jo punched someone.

The man... he didn't stop..... he didn't slow down.

When Jo turned to sprint she looked at her and then back to the faces of the men. Slowly she began to shift backwards, put her hands up defensively and wondered what was wrong with their faces? Was it meth? Ice?

"Wh-what's wrong with them?" She asked, and turned to run with Jo. This was absolutely not going to plan.

Paige moved chairs in the way quickly and ran. It seemed the city was in chaos with screaming, one of the crazies looked like they were going to grab Jo and Paige gave the zedhead a firm push away.

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"No idea!" Jo hollered and ran. The red head stumbled, clumsy, found someone else to feast on.

Chaos was breaking out across the country.

Ron was an old man with patched red skin and thin legs with fat knees. The squeaky supermarket floors were hard and shiny, throwing up viciously a hard light that was caught by the plastic containers on the shelves. He grabbed a fire lighter and ripped it out of it's plastic casing as he ran. His thongs made an absurd counterpoint to the screaming of people as they were eaten. Thwack thwack thwack. There was someone galloping behind him. Ron whirled around and brandished the fire light, the flame was tiny and it hissed as it burnt zombie skin but the zombie reached around it and grabbed Ron's shirt. Grappling for the delicious meat under the cloth.

Jo had a vague place in mind. Camping store. Boating camping fishing! BCFing fun! The jingle cycled around Jo's shell-shocked brain. They weren't even going there. MidCity Shopping Centre. Kathmandu. They'd have multi tools and fire starters and a couple of swags and dried food for rehydrating. A car they passed was smoking and someone else was simply doing their best to run some of the zombies over. Good luck. The streets were clogged with cars that were not moving. At least that hadn't changed. Neither had the unceasing honking.

Jo grabbed Paige's hand and tried to will her to run faster. A stitch had formed in her side. Jo ran through it. It would pass. Her breath came short. She forced her lungs to open up, to do the work that was assigned to them. Breathe. She shoved zombies aside and in the back of her mind, Jo thought that Paige was rather impressive. Tying to fight zombies. Undeadslayer kisses and hugs indeed.

Sarah was a lady who thought the simplest solution was the best one. There were zombies, well, she would make fire. She was at a petrol station. Clear liquid that stunk and gave her a headache spilled out from the nozzle as she squeezed the trigger. She flung the liquid out in front of her, her cigarette lighter in her other hand. Who said that smoking kills? The zombies came anyway.

The petrol station went boom.

They approached MidCity, it was all concrete and glass and there was a friendly green sign telling them that Kathmandu was down the escalators. Here, they were forced to fight, unable to progress or retreat. Jo remembered how fragile the bottled zombie was, despite being so tenacious. She figured if they got rid of their ability to walk...

Jo grabbed the head of the nearest zombie and wrenched it clean off of it's neck.

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Paige glanced back at the other person who screamed loudly before other zombies descended and began to devour them. She kept running with Jo, the taller companion (with longer legs!) could flee faster and inwardly she began to curse herself for her choices in clothing. She looked over at the traffic, with all the screams and shouts. Everything had turned into a blur for her. Her hand instantly squeezed Jo's hand, comforted by it and tried to keep pace. It was tricky, she winced and grumbled to herself. 

How long would it be until they found somewhere safe?

When they reached MidCity she let go of Jo's hand to shove the zombies out of the way. Many of them began to approach with their arms outstretched and hungry mouths open. Ready to bite and devour them. She punched one and had her back to Jo. She found a broken chair to use as a weapon, she felt better, safe and the adrenaline rushed through her body.

She turned to see Jo a head off the zombie's shoulders. The mouth still chomped, hungrily and she would have stared at it for hours. Except a zombie grabbed her long and loose hair, she screamed loudly and used her elbow to knock it back, before backhanding the zombie with her bruised fist in the face. The face crumpled, she had to strike repeatedly before it died.

"Jo?!" She squealed in fear, trying to untangle the fingers from her hair.

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Jo shrieked when the zombie head (blood and water dripping, gross) chomped at the air like a Chain-Chomp from Mario. Like a Chain-Chomp did when freed, Jo flung it away and went to grab an arm or leg but Paige's scream had her spinning and a zombie grabbed her back.

Jo let out a frusterated scream/grunt, the kind of defiant frustration she let rip on the netball court as she darted to and fro, intercepting and passing so that the offense could do their work.

Jo grabbed the bodiless arms and then, with their fingers still in Paige's hair, yanked them all backwards. Two arms, Paige and herself moving down the escalator.

"It's just hands!" Jo shouted and searched around for another weapon that wasn't body parts.

Fuck where was a fire extinguisher? An axe? A knife?

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"JUST HANDS?!" She screeched back at her.

At the top of the escalator they had a moment of quiet where there were no zombies. Paige's moods swung between Adrenalin fueled survival and terror. She pulled at the hands to try to get them off her, pulling out strands of her dark hair in the process as the fingers still contorted. Her head ached and once on the floor, she began to stomp on them until she heard the bones crack under the pressure of her foot. Fortunately, there was an abandoned trolley and she pulled out a shovel with an "ah ha!", then a pair of lacey purple knickers and tossed them on the ground, then stuffed a pack of chips into her cleavage, and found a long garden stake. The wallets and open bags showed it had been a married couple out to get some gardening tools. Paige didn't notice or care too much about their names.

"Which one do you want?!" She half-whispered and hissed, held them both out and behind then another group of hungry zombies began to attack a couple. Paige looked, bit her lip and looked at Jo.

"Sho-- should we-?? Um... fuck it..." She put the stake and shovel on the ground and pushed the trolley towards the zombies.

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"Just hands!" Jo agreed, her pupils tiny pinpricks and her body a throb of energy and desire for life.

Just hands. Hands that shattered and oozed under Paige's pretty shoe. Just hands that left bright snail trails on the tiled hard surface. Jo stared at Paige, details about Paige suddenly shooting to prominence:

  • She was incredibly courageous
  • She was pretty.

Jo glanced to the side when she heard cries of pain and fear from behind them. The woman had white hair that curled brightly, her hair still healthy despite the tangle of lines that pressed into her skin. She wore sensible shoes and a sensible dress. A wristwatch that glinted with the lights above and from the stores. The man was one of those tall and gangly one's. His ears protruded from his head with a few hairs on it and his knuckles were like walnuts. And they both screamed, the woman hitting a zombie with her handbag and from the thud, it wasn't actually a bad weapon.

A third Paige detail was added to Jo's mental list:

  • She was a good person.

The sound of the rattling trolley pulled the zombie's attention. Jo grabbed the shovel and hefted it like a baseball bat, edge side pointing out rather than up and down.

"GET FUCKED!" Was Jo's battle cry as she charged a zombie and then swung the shovel, the neck spraying blood.

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Why on earth did she not let go of the trolley?!

She turned to try to tell Jo she didn't intend to be that much of a hero. What she wanted to do was push a trolley into the zombies, maybe give them some time to get up and pick up the stake. Then run away screaming from the scene and hoped there was a nice, well-supplied stock of supplies to wait it out until the army came to wipe up the zombies. The zombies were crushed by the trolley and she ran over them with a squelching sound, coupled with the sounds of breaking bones. Jo's battle cry both surprised her and already she had begun to look to Jo as the leader because she had no idea what she was doing.

Once more, why didn't she pick up the stake while she decided to go all Rambo on these zombies?!

"Get up and grab something as a weapon!" She said to the older couple. The trolley had wriggling, groaning and bloody pieces of zombie on them.

She let it go. Slowly she stared down at her hands and turned back to rush to grab the stake. It reminded her of Buffy the vampire slayer. Never in her life had she run so fast and made it back. "What now?"

 

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"We get some deodorant and a firelighter and one of us drives and the other sits in the trolley with the flame thrower," Jo answered weakly. It probably wasn't such a bad idea. Hell, it was cool idea. They'd be awesome in their trolley, like crusading undead slayers. They'd be interviewed by morning television shows and win Aussie's of the Year. It would be amazing. Jo hugged her shovel to her chest and looked at the trolley covered in gore and blood. Nice and shiny and slick, like ink.

Vaguely, she thought about throwing up.

"Um. Supplies. Back packs with supplies and weapons. Food. In the camping store. Fuck, you're brave." Jo shook her head and then smiled nervously at the old couple. A silent accord seemed to have been reached, they went their separate ways, maybe larger groups of living flesh would attract larger groups of zombies. Like a bigger BBQ stunk more than a little one. Jo walked into the camping store. The first section was full of clothes.

"Um, do you want some of these?" She added, feeling mildly guilty for asking but also wanting Paige to know that she could change gear if she wanted to. Jo would keep a look out, armed with her shovel.

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Paige stopped and stared at Jo with the idea. It did sound absolutely cool. She blinked, coughed a little and began to pick bits of gore out of her cleavage. Flicking the bits on the floor, as she listened to Jo's answer and could not help but blush when Jo said she was brave. Her cheeks flushed pink as she made a muffled, high-pitched sound and relaxed.

"You think I'm brave?" She asked, a glimpse of her true persona showing through before she caught on. Grinned and shrugged. "Yeah, yeah, I suppose." She said, looked around and had no idea what half of the things here even were. Her clothes weren't practical. She knew this. Why couldn't she be like one of those game characters who wore sexy clothing AND still managed to kick ass? She picked up a driza-bone jacket and put it on, it was a bit too big for her. "Oooo so many pockets!" She exclaimed. 

She found a pair of black jeans. A rather strange thing to find her but she has an aesthetic to maintain. She put it on and her dress still hang over the top. She found some socks and hiking boots, putting them on and was happy there was time for a breather. "Is there anything here you want to grab?"

Was law and order even a thing now? 

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Jo spun the axe in her hands as she waited for Paige to de-glamour. She still felt vaguely embarrassed, as if she should go and turn in her feminist card for telling a woman to put a jacket on during the zombie apocalypse. Or whatever the fuck this was. 

"Yeah, you are!" Jo answered Paige as she politely looked away/stood guard. It was kind of scary, how quiet the mall was. Ghostly, with the lights all on and the stores all shiny for customers. But there was no one there except the dead and an opportunistic fly. Jo laughed when Paige's thought process over her courage shifted into pocket-induced excitement.

Jo glanced over her shoulder and grinned to see what Paige had picked, her nausea forgotten as she focussed on more pleasant things. Paige looked a bit goth in her black jeans and dress. Pretty on point though, considering all the moaning dead.

"Load up your pockets with food and shit. Is there a pocket knife? Oo! And," Jo slung her axe over her shoulder and hurried over to where the swags were. She grabbed two of the most expensive ones and tossed one towards Paige.

"Guess we'll be roughing it." Jo shoved her things into her new swag and then shouldered the swag onto her back. "Know anywhere you think will be safe? Fuck isn't this weird? This is weird." 

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Paige grinned to herself happily when she began to tap her legs to feel for her phone, her eyes widened as she tapped her cleavage and grumbled as she flicked some flesh out of it. Tossed it onto the floor and whinged. "Faaaaaaaark I've lost my phone!" She exclaimed, her priorities not necessarily in the right place at the moment. It sounded a little more bogan than she intended. 

The last thing that Paige wanted to carry was a tonne of food. This was far, far too rustic for Paige to deal with as she took the giant swag and stared at it. This was absolutely not like the movies or games she had played where the characters could pull resources out of their butts or find them easily. 

"Uhhh... not keen on roughing it, there are those pocket knives and swiss army knives over there, I think there are some MREs, too," She said, then sighed to herself. "There would be crossbows in here if some dickhead didn't go and shoot his girlfriend with one. Seriously, we could do with the gun laws in America right now! Not a fan of guns, but fucks sake, it would be better than this," She said, lifted up some MREs and stuffed them into her swag. "Oooo the water purifying straws, I'll grab some, and .....," She saw a BBQ and naturally, had an urge to open it, she paused and then opened the lid to see a couple of zombie heads. Opening and closing their mouths as they stared up at her with hungry, desparate eyes. 

"Ugh no, bye." She said, closed the lid and remembered something. 

"OH MY GOD!! JO!!!" She exclaimed, ran over and grabbed Jo by the arm, shaking her. "I LOST THE EEVEE! WE NEED TO GET IT BACK!!" 

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If Paige had been in a movie and Jo had been watching her, she knew that she would have thought Paige stupid to focus on things like tiny eevees and mobile phones.

In the moment, however, Jo thought she understood. It was normalcy. And a phone was a way to get in contact with parents and friends to try and find each other and protect each other. She didn't want to think about her family or her friends. So she focussed on Paige.

"It's ok! We live in a lawless society now!" Jo snaked her hands up to hold Paige by the shoulders and smiled full in her face. At the back of her mind, Jo thought that Paige looked terribly youthful. She ignored the niggle. What did it matter right now? They had more important concerns, like living.

"We can nick you another eevee and a phone! I got it from EB Games. Expensive I know, but they were right there Paige. Begging me to buy one with the cute big eyes." Jo squeezed Paige's shoulders.

"Which y'know. Maybe we should just check ourselves into a hotel. Ergh no actually, there'll probably be lots of zombies there, won't there?"

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Paige was a little surprised when Jo said that they could pinch both of the items. Wasn't she supposed to be the mature one? She could not help but blush. She knew Jo wasn't exactly rolling in money so it made the gift even more special, "Aww, still, I don't want the other eeevees because that eevee was the one you gave me." She said, gazed up at Jo coquettishly and grumbled to herself as she blinked, one of her falsies had now decided that it was time to come off. She blinked a couple of times, slowly pulling it off. 

"Probably, anywhere there are lots of people? There will be lots of zombies," She answered, as though she was an expert on the subject. "Unless the army will be there or something. Not sure how long they take to mobilise, they could be doing a form of population control and seeing how many survive first or it could have escaped from a lab." She added, thought for a moment and grinned. "If we go somewhere, we need to be able to get onto the roof because we might get rescued by a helicopter," Paige went off on her tangent, paused and heard a sound outside. 

It was shifting and followed by a low groan. 

She instantly shut the fuck up. 

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Jo was an experienced woman with a girlfriend of many years behind her belt. Even still, she felt her cheeks burn when Paige's eyes went big and inviting and her mind reminded her of how Paige had charged at zombies armed with a trolley. The image was not spoiled when Paige needed to pull of her false eyelashes, it simply endeared her to Jo.

"May-" Jo looked up when Paige did and shifted to stand in front of Paige. The gesture was unconscious, not a slur on Paige's ability to protect herself. Jo who had thought a knife would be good for killing zombies, decided in that moment to just grab a frying pan. She still couldn't see the zombies, but she could hear them. They groaned as if something was tearing at their soul. Their limbs sounding like they were being draaaaged. There was a bang, as if something was flexing and then snapped back into it's old shape.

Abruptly, Paige realised they were in the ceilings.

There was a huge crash as the plaster gave and three zombies hit the ground at the front of the shop. Jo let out some kind of strangled scream and then, inspired by Paige's courage, rushed them with a pan.

"Fuck off!!" She screeched and slammed down at a random zombie.

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