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Jonathan laid in bed for a few moments as he rubbed his crusted eyes. With a big sigh he rolled out of bed stumbling over the blankets.
“Always too damn hot or too damn cold…” He muttered under his breath finally kicking the blankets into the corner. His days all started about the same he would wake up brush his teeth. His hand moved through his long hair as he scratched his scruffy beard. With a sigh he walked into the other portion of his bathroom and started the shower. He stripped down nude and walked into the still warming up water.
“Damn it!” He yelled as he stood and waited for the water to finally warm up. He melted against the showers water and started washing his hair. He let the shampoo sit in his hair as he brushed his teeth and washed his face. Once he finished with that he rinsed his hair and his face. Once his hair was clear he put conditioner in it and started rinsing out his mouth. Slowly he lathered up his little squigy thing with soap and washed his body from head to toe. There was a specific order to how he showered and it usually took him thirty minutes. Once he was all lathered up he rinsed his hair over and over. Once he felt it was rinsed enough he started removing the suds on his body.
Once he was finished he grabbed his bright orange towel and started drying his hair while standing in the shower or would have but recalled he needed to ring it out first. He placed the towel on the shower door and ringed his hair from the core to the ends. Once he ringed it out enough he pulled off the towel and started drying his hair. Finally it was dry enough so he quickly moved it over his body. He disliked the cold so he made sure to dry off thoroughly. He wrapped the towel around his waist and walked out into his bedroom.
His clothing was mostly hung on hangers in the closet. All except for his boxers and socks. He moved over to a small cabinet and pulled out some boxers. He also took a pair of black socks and walked over picking out an outfit. Some dull red cargo shorts and a black shirt that had Loki on it. He took all of these things into his living room. He turned on his tesseract computer and blue lights lit up. His computer booted in twenty seconds as he moved into the kitchen. He took out a few snacks and went back to his computer letting out a sigh.
He placed the food near his computer and moved to make some tea. His water heater was really good and heated the water enough that he didn’t need to boil it. He stood there with his index finger under the running water and peered out the window. He saw a commotion outside but being like everyone else in the world he took it with a grain of salt. Probably another couple having a spat. In reality a female was trying to beat of a Zombie. It was her scream for help that really grasped his attention.
He moved over to his stick and picked it up. He slipped his slippers onto his feet and went outside around the block where this was happening. When he got there the woman was still fighting off something strange… it looked like a Zombie?
“Zombiefest a bit early this year friend?” He said as he chuckled and walked up placing his hand on the man’s shoulder. There was an eerie movement that came from the man and the female looked pale. As if she was fighting for her life. He felt something primal inside of his body, a sixth sense if you will. Quickly he moved back just in time as the man shambled towards him with his rotting maw open. Sadly the action robbed him of his stick.
“Ohh… hell no this isn’t happening.” John sighed with his clumsy luck as he fell back and tried his best not to get bit. The man fell upon him with ravenous hunger and tried to feed on him.
“YYEEEEHHH!!” Screamed the woman cracking the man in the head and splattering his brains all over the pavement.
“And here I thought I was the hero.” John said as he got to his feet.
“Thanks lady… keep the stick if you feel safe with it. I need to get back home. My apartment in on the corner of West Harris and Barnard.” He started to say when more zombies came out of the “woodwork.” Quickly John grabbed her hand and started running home. He recalled a move that his friend taught him and kicked at the knee of one of the Zeds. It groaned as it collapsed. He moved up his stairs and into his house. He moved the girl to the couch and locked the door.
Quickly he moved to the tray next to the door and picked up a knife. After doing a quick sweep of the house he came out shaking. His eyes were a bit wide as he looked at the woman.
“Were you bit?” He asked her and with a small shake of her head she didn’t look like it.
“I will need to see if you have been. If you were you will have to leave. I’m sorry.” He informed her and with a nod she started to strip. It was strange how easily she was complying with him. After he examined her body he handed her a clean towel and some clothing.
“These maybe big but they should serve you better than… those dirty cloths.” He said somewhat shyly. He showed her the bathroom which didn’t have any windows thankfully. He took another lap around the house making sure to lock all doors and windows. He also made sure to blackout the windows and cracks. He could hear the shower and was curious to watch the cute female shower. But he shook that from his mind and walked to his computer. He downed his tea and started munching on his food.
He quickly moved to his Zombie survival guide and printed it out. He had a copy of the book but there was comments from others on the subject. She came out and the clothing looked strange on her… too baggy and she had used hair ties to keep them fit. John thought that she was a female and looked really nice in his clothing. According to the survival guide he would need to reproduce but shook the idea from his mind.
“I’m Jonathan Huckaby. You can call me John or Huck.” He informed her as he smiled. Once his printer was finished his power went out. He let out a sigh as he fumbled around in a drawer. Light came on and he helped her sit down.
“So what is your name?” He asked as he handed her some food and tea. She ate it like it was going out of style and drank the rest of his tea. He moved quickly hoping that his water was still hot. He was somewhat lucky and made more tea in his mug.
“My name is Anastasia McConnell.” She said shakily as she ate some more food.
“Ok Ana… I hope it is alright to call my heroines by a smaller name.” John joked with her and made another check on the door. She grabbed his arm and pulled him into a hug starting to sob hysterically. He didn’t know what to do but try to comfort her. He remembered his grandmother and how she use to make him feel good. He started to rub up and down her back.
“Shhh… everything will be all right. You will save me and I will try to do the same for you.” He whispered to her in a calming tone. They sat there for a few moments and he handed the tea he almost spilled to her. She let out a little sigh finally calming down and even managed to smile.
“Perhaps she had just killed her boyfriend or father…” He thought to himself as he looked at her.
“And here I was going to play Call of Duty: Black Ops Zombies.” He joked as he poked the lifeless controller. He moved quickly into another room and pulled out his bow with its arrows. With a smile he got dressed in his survival gear. Sadly he didn’t have a female version of his clothing although he did recall there was one near his home. The Community center had many different defenses as well as weapons. He took another bag he had and placed the copy of the book into it. He gathered canned goods and nothing that made a lot of noise to eat.
“If you want we can split up when we get to the Community Center. I know I’m not the shinning pillar of hope.” He said as he walked into the room. She was just looking at him and he couldn’t stop looking into her eyes. She broke the gaze first and he looked away turning a little red.
“Take this pack and we will move to the Community Center. Noise attracts these things so I have prepared these fireworks to draw them.” He told her as he moved over and pulled out a small laptop placing it into one of his three bags. He shifted his shoulders and made sure they didn’t have too much weight. He took another stick that looked like a wizard’s staff. There was another that was in the general design of a large Katana.
“Ok follow the Wizard.” He joked and she smiled at that.
“Ok.” She said as she picked up her pack. As they went out there were zombies everywhere. He lit a firework and threw it as hard as he could. It bounced over the neighboring building and started to pop.
“Flair!” He whispered loudly as he started down the stairs. Sure enough the Zombies started moving towards the noise and they quickly moved around the corner keeping to the shadows between the buildings. They made their way to the Community Center and since they were so close they didn’t waste much time. Although he had to use three more firecracker balls to move the zombies away from their path. He knocked on the door a few times with an arrow knocked in his bow. Ana was holding his staff waiting for the doors to open.
