Life in the Aftermath

America was reborn after the apocalypse, nothing was the same as it had been before 'the end'. Instead of a democracy, we have the militia; instead of people being divided into famous and infamous, we have survivors; and instead of the dead staying dead, they come alive.

For some the change between the old world and the new world, was simple. Those who had nothing when the apocalypse came, had nothing to lose. For those people, this was a start over, where they could use the mistakes they had made to keep them alive, instead of becoming another of the undead.

Read as two girls, best friends and partners in the art of slaying the undead, and their unexpected companions face Militia, Rebels, disease and the undead.

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1. Finding Company- Chapter 1

Vegas P.O.V. ~

        “There’s another straggler.” I said pulling over to the side of the road, while simultaneously rolling down my car window. I heard a little laugh come from the passenger’s seat and I turned my head to give a quick glance at my companion, “What are you laughing at?” I gave her a weird look, as I grabbed my ’9mm glock from my gun holster.


         “Nothing, just don’t enjoy this too much, Vegas.” She straightened her face, and I gave her a sly smile as I turned my attention back out the driver’s window. I peered across the seemingly empty highway, until I saw my target. About 60 yards in front of our, 2012 ford F1, pickup truck there was a man limping towards us with one of his arms missing, his left foot cocked to the side, at an odd angle, and his clothes soaked in blood. I lined him up in my scope, just as he saw us sitting there in our truck. He started to pick up his pace, while still hobbling, but before he got another yard I had pulled the trigger on my gun and shot him right in between the eyes. He fell to the ground with a soft thud, and that was the end of that.

         I smiled to myself, as I put my gun back in my leg holster, before I restarted the car. I glanced over at Hollywood to see her chuckling to herself. I raised an eyebrow at her, and she explained herself, “You are such a show off, oh let me be all ‘bad ass’ and shoot this Zombie right in between the eyes. Oh don’t mind me, just being all cool and kick ass, I’m going to show off to no one.” 

        I narrowed my eyes at her, showing her that I was not pleased with her impression of me, “Shut-it Hollywood. You’re just jealous because I’m that cool and daymn sexy.” I gave her a wink after making my signature ‘sexy face’, which in all reality is just me portraying my idea of the former adolescent girl; who, in my opinion, was prissy and spoiled as all hell, making her laugh at me. I tried to keep the face I was making, but her laugh was too funny, so after a minute I gave in and laughed with her. It’s nice having a friend during the end of the world, someone who is calm under pressure and can dish out some banter. Plus it helps when that friend knows how to shoot a gun and is an expert Zombie killer.


        I rested my head against the window, and let my right arm fall to my side, while I gave a heavy sigh as we continued to drive down the abandoned road we were on. My brain was fried; this was by far the longest time I had ever driven. Usually by now, Hollywood would have taken over and I would be peacefully asleep in the back seat, covered up one of our thick wool blankets, with my hand resting on the grip of my gun, just in case; but today she decided that she wouldn't pity me and take over driving. I looked over at Hollywood, expecting her to ask me what was wrong or why I was sighing, but no such thing escaped her lips. I narrowed my eyes a little, and gave another heavy, dramatic sigh, trying my hardest to get her attention. “Ugghh……. I carried out the sigh as long as I could trying to make myself sound pitiful and tired as possible. She just kept looking down at the little book in her hands, that she had read more than a thousand times, which is far from an exaggeration. Not as much as a raised eyebrow, she must know what I want.  I decided to up the ante and groaned as pitifully as possible, “Sam….”         I had used her actual name, not our fake names for each other, and boy did that get her attention. 

        She snapped her head up and looked at me with pure annoyance, “What do you want? What is so important that you can’t let me have some time to myself?” 

        I looked at her with wide eyes, shocked by her snippiness, “Well if you’re going to be all grumpy, then never mind.” I picked my head off the window, where it was resting, and griped the steering wheel tightly while focusing my eyes on the road ahead of me.

        Hollywood sighed, “I’m sorry,” Her tone was sweeter than it had been and I did a mental smirk, knowing that she felt bad for snapping at me “Now, what is it you want Vegas?” 

        I looked at her, and then back at the road, “I think we should make a pit stop somewhere around here. I’m starving and tired. Plus it’ll be dusk in a few hours, so we need to make a shelter of some sort.”

        I tried to sound as pitiful and convincing as possible, so that she would let us stop. And I must have done something right because the next thing she said was, “Alright, let’s stop at that Wal*Mart up there.” She pointed ahead of us as she spoke; pointing to a large, abandoned building that only had a few rusted cars in the vast parking lot. 

        I smiled at her and said happily, “Thank the sweet baby Jesus! I am so utterly tired; I could sleep for a week.” I began driving faster, trying to get there as quickly as possible.

 

I was still smiling as I drove but then Hollywood spoke up, being her usual killjoy-self, “Well don’t expect to fall asleep when we get there, Vegas. We’re going to have to scout out the place for ‘Dead-heads’ and Stragglers,’’ I sighed as I realized that she was going to go over our whole routine, like she usually does, even though there is no way I could ever forget it, because she constantly reminds me of our routine every, single, time we stop somewhere.

 

“Then we’ll collect our necessities: food, ammo, new weapons that we find, etc. We’re going to have to find somewhere to sleep, and then before dusk comes we’ll have to lock up the place.’’ She looked at me for approval of her plan, and I just rolled my eyes, while laughing, at her as I normally did.

        “Hollywood, we go over this every time we stop. So for future reference, you don’t have to say everything because there is no way I could possibly forget our ‘routine’.”

        She smiled at me and turned her attention to the parking lot, which I was currently turning into. “I know I just like reminding you. Don’t want to risk you and your short-term memory forgetting, do we?” She looked at me with a smug smile on her face, and I just rolled my eyes at her again.

         “You are so right, mom. Where would I be without your guidance and ‘all knowing’?” I gave her a snide smile and she laughed at me, “You would probably be dead, so I guess you’re lucky to have me.”

        I laughed at her remark, and decided to ignore it, because I was too hungry and tired to continue this banter. I pulled up to the very front of the store and parked on the curb, which I could do since there were no cops, or officials of any kind, around here. I turned off the car and put the keys in my bra, as usual, which earned a laugh from Hollywood, since I put everything I can fit, in my bra; from Chap Stick (that I’d be lucky to find out here), to the car keys, since I am the main driver out of the two of us.

 

I browsed the outside of the building as I opened my door, making sure that there were no obvious signs of a Zombie nest in this building. The doors were all closed and locked with only a few blood smears on them, and that was the only sign I needed to proceed. I peered over the hood of the car at Hollywood and she gave me a solute (Our signal for ‘let’s go in’). I smiled back at her, letting her know I was ready. As I came around the front of the car my hand made it's way to the familiar grip of my glock, while Hollywood was clinging to her double-barreled-military-grade-shotgun.

 

I walked up to the glass doors of the building and kicked the glass with all the force I could muster, which in turn cause the glass to shatter into millions of pieces. And with a flip of the switch, that had the doors locked, I could easily open the door from the outside. I held it open and gestured for Hollywood to take the lead, since I had shot the last Zombie we faced. She graciously accepted and gave me a curtsy, while simultaneously hiding her laughter that threatened our position: Zombies might be stupid and slow, but they still had keen hearing and smell, resembling that of a shark.

        Hollywood entered the building cautiously, with on her gun, and the safety flipped, as she held it in her usual ‘ready’ position. I closed the door behind me, and pondered whether or not to bother locking the door: On one hand, there was a gaping hole in glass door, so if I locked it, someone could easily flip the switch; but on the other hand, locking the door would offer a little more time from Zombies, since their stupidity masked their ability to understand ‘the lock’. I weighed both options, but after Hollywood hissed at me, I hurriedly flipped the switch quickly turned back around to find her impatiently waiting for me to take the right side while she took the left, as usual.

 

I made my way over to her and whispered, “Sorry, I was locking the door.” She rolled her eyes irritably and motioned for us to take our routes. I nodded my head at her and gave her a ‘thumbs up’ as she gave me one last glance over her shoulder. I watched her disappear behind a cash register before I made my way to the aisles that I would be checking for ‘walkers’. I quickly walked past the aisles, not bothering to take the time to go down each one individually. My eyes roamed each aisle, checking them for any signs of life; whether that life be human, animal or one of the ‘undead’.

         I was walking past the aisle where all of the sports drinks were kept, when something caught my eye. There was a pack of opened Gatorade's lying on the ground. I knew that they couldn't have just ‘fallen’ off of the shelf. I looked around, and didn't see anything else; so against my better judgment, I decided to take a quick walk down the aisle, to see if there was anything else suspicious down there. I walked up to the package of Gatorade's and knelt down so I could see the ripping in the plastic better
 

 

I eyed it suspiciously, wondering if there was someone who was actually alive in here besides Hollywood and I. I was so wrapped up in my thoughts that I didn't notice the person peering, around the corner of the aisle, at me.  I was ripped from my thoughts once I heard a crashing sound coming from the other end of the aisle. On instinct I grabbed my gun from the holster and flipped the safety, pointing it down the aisle, at whatever had made something fall from the shelf. The lights in the store were off, and the only light that allowed me to see the figure of something was coming from the windows and the little glow stick around my neck. The figure started to approach me and I kept my gun trained on it while I shouted at it, “If you’re alive you better say something quick before I blow your head off.”

        The figure stopped dead in its tracks, I glanced over my shoulder to make sure that there was nothing behind me. There was nothing so I thought about what this could be: This is either a Straggler or someone who doesn't realize I am seconds from blowing a hole through the middle of their forehead. After a few moments of silence I shouted again, “Did you hear me? I said-”

        “I heard what you said.”

        I had been cut off by the person, thank god that they were a person and not another Zombie.

        I lowered my gun, while giving a sigh of relief, “What the hell man? You scared the crap out of me.” I began walking towards them, while still griping my gun, in case of an ambush. The closer I got I could make out more and more of this persons features; I realized that this was a boy, with light brown hair and as I got closer he started quietly laughing. I stopped walking when the glow stick around my face was lighting up both of our faces. I eyed him suspiciously, “What’s so funny?” 

        He stopped laughing at straightened his back, “I was laughing because you said that I scared you, when you yourself gave me and my friends quite the scare.”

My face lit up, “There’s more of you? How many people are here?”

He smiled at me, and I noticed he had deep blue eyes, “Well besides me, there’s 4 other lads.” I nodded my head at me and I bit my lip, lightly, thinking about what to do. 

“Well I have one other companion; she’s on the other side of the store. I guess that there are no Zombies around, since you guys seem to be living here?” He nodded his head and I gave another sigh of relief.

   
     I reached down to my boot and pulled out my walkie-talkie, “Hey, I met someone. He says that there are no Zombies and that he’s got 4 companions. We’re over in the drink aisle.” I let go of the button and waited for Hollywood to respond.

I heard a crackle coming from the walkie-talkie, “Okay, I’ll meet you two over there.”

I bent back down and put the walkie-talkie back in my boot; I looked up at the boy and asked him, “So how long have you guys been here? And are any of you infected?” He thought for a few seconds as I stood up and brushed my hair out of my face with my hand.

 “We’ve only been here for about a week and none of us have been bitten, so I don’t think that we’re infected.”

I nodded and stuck out my hand for a handshake, “Well you can call me Vegas and my friend is Hollywood, what’s your name.”

He shook my hand and said with a large smile, “I’m Louis, you can call me that or you can call me Lou.” I smiled at him warmly as he let go of my hand. I peered over his shoulder and saw a faint blue light coming from around the corner; I figured it was Hollywood coming to meet us. She came around the corner, her shotgun resting in her left hand by her side. I smiled as I saw her and turned to Louis, “So do you want to take us to your friends?” He nodded and before I knew it, he had grabbed my hand and he was leading Hollywood to his friends.


        I rested my head against the window, and let my right arm fall to my side, while I gave a heavy sigh as we continued to drive down the abandoned road we were on. My brain was fried; this was by far the longest time I had ever driven. Usually by now, Hollywood would have taken over and I would be peacefully asleep in the back seat, covered up one of our thick wool blankets, with my hand resting on the grip of my gun, just in case; but today she decided that she wouldn't pity me and take over driving. I looked over at Hollywood, expecting her to ask me what was wrong or why I was sighing, but no such thing escaped her lips. I narrowed my eyes a little, and gave another heavy, dramatic sigh, trying my hardest to get her attention. “Ugghh……. I carried out the sigh as long as I could trying to make myself sound pitiful and tired as possible. She just kept looking down at the little book in her hands, that she had read more than a thousand times, which is far from an exaggeration. Not as much as a raised eyebrow, she must know what I want.  I decided to up the ante and groaned as pitifully as possible, “Sam….”         I had used her actual name, not our fake names for each other, and boy did that get her attention. 

        She snapped her head up and looked at me with pure annoyance, “What do you want? What is so important that you can’t let me have some time to myself?” 

        I looked at her with wide eyes, shocked by her snippiness, “Well if you’re going to be all grumpy, then never mind.” I picked my head off the window, where it was resting, and griped the steering wheel tightly while focusing my eyes on the road ahead of me.

        Hollywood sighed, “I’m sorry,” Her tone was sweeter than it had been and I did a mental smirk, knowing that she felt bad for snapping at me “Now, what is it you want Vegas?” 

        I looked at her, and then back at the road, “I think we should make a pit stop somewhere around here. I’m starving and tired. Plus it’ll be dusk in a few hours, so we need to make a shelter of some sort.”

        I tried to sound as pitiful and convincing as possible, so that she would let us stop. And I must have done something right because the next thing she said was, “Alright, let’s stop at that Wal*Mart up there.” She pointed ahead of us as she spoke; pointing to a large, abandoned building that only had a few rusted cars in the vast parking lot. 

        I smiled at her and said happily, “Thank the sweet baby Jesus! I am so utterly tired; I could sleep for a week.” I began driving faster, trying to get there as quickly as possible. I was still smiling as I drove but then Hollywood spoke up, being her usual killjoy-self, “Well don’t expect to fall asleep when we get there, Vegas. We’re going to have to scout out the place for ‘Dead-heads’ and Stragglers,’’ I sighed as I realized that she was going to go over our whole routine, like she usually does, even though there is no way I could ever forget it, because she constantly reminds me of our routine every, single, time we stop somewhere “Then we’ll collect our necessities: food, ammo, new weapons that we find, etc. We’re going to have to find somewhere to sleep, and then before dusk comes we’ll have to lock up the place.’’ She looked at me for approval of her plan, and I just rolled my eyes, while laughing, at her as I normally did.

        “Hollywood, we go over this every time we stop. So for future reference, you don’t have to say everything because there is no way I could possibly forget our ‘routine’.”

        She smiled at me and turned her attention to the parking lot, which I was currently turning into. “I know I just like reminding you. Don’t want to risk you and your short-term memory forgetting, do we?” She looked at me with a smug smile on her face, and I just rolled my eyes at her again.

         “You are so right, mom. Where would I be without your guidance and ‘all knowing’?” I gave her a snide smile and she laughed at me, “You would probably be dead, so I guess you’re lucky to have me.”

        I laughed at her remark, and decided to ignore it, because I was too hungry and tired to continue this banter. I pulled up to the very front of the store and parked on the curb, which I could do since there were no cops, or officials of any kind, around here. I turned off the car and put the keys in my bra, as usual, which earned a laugh from Hollywood, since I put everything I can fit, in my bra; from Chap Stick (that I’d be lucky to find out here), to the car keys, since I am the main driver out of the two of us. I browsed the outside of the building as I opened my door, making sure that there were no obvious signs of a Zombie nest in this building.

 

The doors were all closed and locked with only a few blood smears on them, and that was the only sign I needed to proceed. I peered over the hood of the car at Hollywood and she gave me a solute (Our signal for ‘let’s go in’). I smiled back at her, letting her know I was ready. As I came around the front of the car with my hand resting on the familiar grip of my glock, I snuck a glace at Hollywood. Her trusty military, double-barreled shotgun in her hands.

 

I walked up to the glass doors of the building and kicked the glass with all the force I could muster, which in turn cause the glass to shatter into millions of pieces. And with a flip of the switch, that had the doors locked, I could easily open the door from the outside. I held it open and gestured for Hollywood to take the lead, since I had shot the last Zombie we faced. She graciously accepted and gave me a curtsy, while simultaneously hiding her laughter that threatened our position: Zombies might be stupid and slow, but they still had keen hearing and smell, resembling that of a shark.

        Hollywood entered the building cautiously, with on her gun, and the safety flipped, as she held it in her usual ‘ready’ position. I closed the door behind me, and pondered whether or not to bother locking the door: On one hand, there was a gaping hole in glass door, so if I locked it, someone could easily flip the switch; but on the other hand, locking the door would offer a little more time from Zombies, since their stupidity masked their ability to understand ‘the lock’. I weighed both options, but after Hollywood hissed at me. I flipped the switched and quickly turned back around to find her impatiently waiting for me to take the right side while she took the left, as usual.

 

I made my way over to her and whispered, “Sorry, I was locking the door.” She rolled her eyes irritably and motioned for us to take our routes. I nodded my head at her and gave her a ‘thumbs up’ as she gave me one last glance over her shoulder. I watched her disappear behind a cash register before I made my way to the aisles that I would be checking for ‘walkers’. I quickly walked past the aisles, not bothering to take the time to go down each one individually. My eyes roamed each aisle, checking them for any signs of life; whether that life be human, animal or one of the ‘undead’.

         I was walking past the aisle where all of the sports drinks were kept, when something caught my eye. There was a pack of opened Gatorade's lying on the ground. I knew that they couldn't have just ‘fallen’ off of the shelf, and that the plastic packaging couldn't have opened itself. I looked around, and didn't see anything else; so against my better judgment, I decided to take a quick walk down the aisle, to see if there was anything else suspicious down there. I walked up to the package of Gatorade's and knelt down so I could see the ripping in the plastic better. I eyed it suspiciously, wondering if there was someone who was actually alive in here besides Hollywood and I.

 

I was so wrapped up in my thoughts that I didn't notice the person peering, around the corner of the aisle, at me.  I was ripped from my thoughts once I heard a crashing sound coming from the other end of the aisle. On instinct I grabbed my gun from the holster and flipped the safety, pointing it down the aisle, at whatever had made something fall from the shelf. The lights in the store were off, and the only light that allowed me to see the figure of something was coming from the windows and the little glow stick around my neck. The figure started to approach me and I kept my gun trained on it while I shouted at it, “If you’re alive you better say something quick before I blow your head off.”

        The figure stopped dead in its tracks, I glanced over my shoulder to make sure that there was nothing behind me. There was nothing so I thought about what this could be: This is either a Straggler or someone who doesn't realize I am seconds from blowing a hole through the middle of their forehead. After a few moments of silence I shouted again, “Did you hear me? I said-”

        “I heard what you said.”

        I had been cut off by the person, thank god that they were a person and not another Zombie.

        I lowered my gun, while giving a sigh of relief, “What the hell man? You scared the crap out of me.” I began walking towards them, while still griping my gun, in case of an ambush. The closer I got I could make out more and more of this persons features; I realized that this was a boy, with light brown hair and as I got closer he started quietly laughing. I stopped walking when the glow stick around my face was lighting up both of our faces. I eyed him suspiciously, “What’s so funny?” 

        He stopped laughing at straightened his back, “I was laughing because you said that I scared you, when you yourself gave me and my friends quite the scare.”

My face lit up, “There’s more of you? How many people are here?”

He smiled at me, and I noticed he had deep blue eyes, “Well besides me, there’s 4 other lads.” I nodded my head at me and I bit my lip, lightly, thinking about what to do. 

“Well I have one other companion; she’s on the other side of the store. I guess that there are no Zombies around, since you guys seem to be living here?” He nodded his head and I gave another sigh of relief.

   
     I reached down to my boot and pulled out my walkie-talkie, “Hey, I met someone. He says that there are no Zombies and that he’s got 4 companions. We’re over in the drink aisle.” I let go of the button and waited for Hollywood to respond.

I heard a crackle coming from the walkie-talkie, “Okay, I’ll meet you two over there.”

I bent back down and put the walkie-talkie back in my boot; I looked up at the boy and asked him, “So how long have you guys been here? And are any of you infected?” He thought for a few seconds as I stood up and brushed my hair out of my face with my hand.

 “We’ve only been here for about a week and none of us have been bitten, so I don’t think that we’re infected.”

I nodded and stuck out my hand for a handshake, “Well you can call me Vegas and my friend is Hollywood, what’s your name.”

He shook my hand and said with a large smile, “I’m Louis, you can call me that or you can call me Lou.” I smiled at him warmly as he let go of my hand. I peered over his shoulder and saw a faint blue light coming from around the corner; I figured it was Hollywood coming to meet us.

 

She came around the corner, her shotgun resting in her left hand by her side. I smiled as I saw her and turned to Louis, “So do you want to take us to your friends?” He nodded and before I knew it, he had grabbed my hand and he was leading Hollywood to his friends.

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