


First Impressions

by TheTimelordTourist



Category: Zombieland
Genre: Adventure, Humor
Language: English
Status: In-Progress
Published: 2010-01-03
Updated: 2010-01-03
Packaged: 2013-10-02 08:26:53
Rating: M
Chapters: 1
Words: 595
Publisher: www.fanfiction.net
Story URL: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5638759/1/
Author URL: http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1760893/TheTimelordTourist
Summary: "Well, That was less impressive then I thought, But I doubt that zombies coming back." Rated M for language, And violence. Wichita/Columbus pairing OC involved





	First Impressions

Tallahassee raised the shotgun, Facing away from the zombie. Zombie kill of the week was his this time. I knew beating Wichita's pogo stick kill would be hard to beat, but I wasn't about to stop him. The barrel was facing the zombie, his hand on the trigger. Firing twice, he turned to see blood splattered against the wall, zombie crumpled on the ground. "Zombie kill of the week!" Tallahassee chuckled, Smirking at the dark-haired girl. The group piled back into the hummer, Little Rock buckling into the drivers seat.

"Fuck!" The voice was a girls, But had come from neither Wichita or her sister. All four of us had turn towards the voice, Our questions answered when a blond girl, 18 or 19, ran towards them. The oddest part wasn't giant duffel she had with her, or the fact that she had a shot gun in her hand, Nah, in Z-land, that was normal. No, the odd part was the fact that she had a pair of pointe shoes slung around her neck. "Sick fuckers!" Another stream of curses hung in the air as the girl dropped the gun. I still had my door open, And suddenly the girl had shoved her stuff into my arms, Pulling out a pair of tap shoes.

"Hold this for me?" All I could do was nod dumbly as she sprinted a few from the car.

Hey bitch, Over here." As the zombie chasing her charged, She flung the tap shoes at its head. The shoes hit the monster on the side of its face, snapping its head to the side. It wasn't a killing blow, But it didn't seem to effect the girl. She ran back to the car, sliding in and shutting the door. Almost instantly her hands raised in surrender.

"Don't shoot!" I whipped around, seeing all three of the others with their gun pointed at her. Quickly, I handed her stuff back to her, a grabbed the closest thing to me. A fucking pen. I could see Wichita roll her eyes, At me or the girl I'll never know.

"And why shouldn't we?" Little Rock raised her eyebrows.

"Because I'm the only undead thing in this entire town, And the only reason I'm here right now is because one of you shot, And let that zombie over there know where I was. And besides, What good would it do to shoot me?" She had a point, But that zombie still wasn't dead, and if she could kill any, she didn't do much good.

"You couldn't kill that one, you wouldn't live long anyway." Tallahassee kept his gun pointed at her. "We could put you at of you misery."

"I can kill the zombie from here, But since you all have me at gun point, Or pen point, I haven't gotten a chance to." Wichita lowered her gun, Staring suspiciously at the girl.

"We'll make you a deal, Kill that zombie without leaving that seat, and maybe you can stay." The girl moved somethings around in her duffel, Before grabbing a remote control. She muttered "God I'm gonna miss those shoes." And pressed the off button. Staring out the window, The shoes started smoking, Before bursting in the flames, Sparks flying off. After a bit, the fire went out, leaving nothing but a pile of ashes where its head should be. "Well, That was less impressive then I thought, But I doubt that zombies coming back."


End file.
