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Who would you want with you in the zombie apocalypse?
That was a question that Grian had no doubts about. He’d talked about it with friends, he’d thought things over, and he had a plan.
Sure, strange symbols carved out of an unknown material and the newfound utter uselessness of any technology made after about 1950 wasn’t exactly zombies, but it was close enough that Grian knew who he wanted to find.
His first target was Pearl. Pearl was the sort of person who went camping in winter. Not only that, but she was handy with an axe and rather intimidating when she wanted to be.
Pearl was—emo?
“Why do you look like that?” asked Grian.
Pearl’s normally light brown hair was dyed black, and it now fell over one half of her face, leaving only one eye visible.
“It’s my apocalypse look!” she said. “If the world is ending, I can’t be looking like my normal self.”
“And where have your shoes gone?”
“I need combat boots. I was looking for them when you so rudely interrupted me.”
“I—okay. Listen. I know the team we need to get us out of this alive. You in?”
“Maybe,” Pearl said. “What’s your plan?”
“I’m thinking me, I’m thinking you, I’m thinking Gem,” Grian said.
At the name Gem, Pearl perked up.
“Then what are we waiting for?” Pearl said. “Let’s go!”
After Pearl found suitable boots, the two took off in search of Gem.
Gem was a fierce fencer and talented at social games. She was also always lucky at the right moments.
Gem was—crying?
“Hey guys,” she said in a hoarse voice. “Just so you know: cold medicine also stopped working.”
“You sound awful,” said Pearl.
“I know.”
It seemed they were off to a great start.