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You’d think after a year of surviving a zombie apocalypse they’d be experts by now. I mean flawless scavenging missions, tons of expertise..the answer is no.
They’re both pretty dumb.
Mi-ae sprinted down the aisle, carrying three bags full of shit she just shoved from the shelves and grabbed on her way. The undead were hot on her trail; she shrieked and threw metal cans at them in an attempt to at least get rid of a few.
Cause there was a lot.
“Go away you stinky freaks!” She yelled, forcing herself to run faster despite all the extra weight. She turned a corner sharply, almost tripping before a zombie hooked an arm around her bag. She used a back scratcher that was in arms length to jab it in the eye. Its eye fell out and rolled onto the floor.
“..That was so cool.” Mi-ae gasped before she was rudely interrupted by a familiar voice.
“Get your head out of the clouds and get your ass over here!” Cheol screamed, his voice boomed with pure rage, probably even scaring a few undead losers. Mi-ae huffed and used her foot to rip the back scratcher out of the zombie's head. He fell back, limply. She smirked triumphantly before running towards Cheol.
He was using his crowbar to smash zombie brains when she appeared beside him. His bag was stuffed full of things as well, but it was much easier for him to carry. They both killed a few more and kept moving until they were near the door. Once they spotted the bike he lifted it from where it was laying and instructed her to keep her guard up.
“One of these days you’re gonna die because you don’t take this seriously.” Cheol spat, quickly hopping on to the bike. He prepared her seat and handed her the yellow helmet.
“Ha! As if you’d let that happen.” Mi-ae cackled, grabbing the helmet and hopping on behind him. Cheol turned and took it from her, helping her put it on.
“Lift your chin.” She did so with a smile, he flushed and clipped it on before turning around and starting to move. As Cheol sped through the entrance, the situation only seemed to worsen- this place was overrun.
Mi-ae was smacking zombies with her back scratcher, throwing them off balance successfully. They peddled down the busy street, zombies flaking them on all sides.
“Can you get rid of that stupid thing?” Cheol yelled, panting from paddling so hard.
“What? No! This back scratcher is a life safer, it’s necessary-“
“GET RID OF IT!”
“NO! LOOK I'LL SCRATCH YOUR BACK!”
He shrieked and flinched when she scratched his back with it, getting some blood on his hoodie. Cheol shot her a nasty look and she returned it.
“Listen spongebob, throw away that nasty scratcher before I do. We already have a ton of shit that we don’t need and I promise we don’t need any extra weight on this bike.” He huffed, finally slowing down his pace since they were being chased by only a few zombies that were far away.
“Spongebob? Are you serious?” Mi-ae scowled, using the back scratcher on him again. Cheol was so mad that smoke was coming out of his head.
“Shut up and peddle, bigfoot. Let’s get back to your habitat, yeah?” She mocked, pulling on his ears. Cheol picked up speed and started moving the bike side to side, making her almost fall off. Mi-ae wrapped her arms around his waist and the bloody back scratcher fell on the floor- left behind.
She gasped and fiercely bumped her head against his broad back.
“You ass! I lost my back scratcher and I almost fell off and busted my head open!” Mi-ae watched as the much taller boy turned his head to glance at her, she could only see half of his face.
“That’s why I told you to wear your helmet.” He smirked, proud of himself. Cheol turned away and Mi-ae angrily cursed him out in mumbles.
“What was that?” Cheol raised a brow and Mi-ae got even more annoyed by the amusement in his tone. She sighed and leaned back, letting the wind hit her green hair as she watched the old run-down buildings pass.
“I said I’m gonna tie your shoelaces together, asshole.”