Day 2

Zombies Killed: 1

Though I was sure that there was nothing of great risk there once that nothing came out after such a long time, there was always, still, the possibility of a locked or immobilized zombie somewhere, so I didn’t lower my guard.

“Do you think we will find a fire weapon, bro?”, Morgaine followed close to me.

“Maybe. Maybe even a vehicle’s key”, I was already feeling that our objectives weren’t as impossible as I was thinking they were just a few hours ago.

The building was small, didn’t had a second floor nor basement, and so our exploration and checking for remaining threats was fast: there were none.

“So, here will be our headquarters?”, Morgaine asked, locking the door (thankfully, the keys were inside). “I can definitely see this place be surrounded by a horde of zombies.”

“...Our headquarters and new home and arsenal and everything else”, I replied, ignoring the pessimism and closed the blinds just enough so light came inside, but it became hard to see us from outside (even more thankfully, there was a bathroom with a small window in that place!). “At least for now: once that we had killed, like, 10 thousand zombies or so, we probably would have freed a small district and so we can move to another place. And, honestly, I think once we get guns, things will end pretty quickly… But today doesn’t count too, because we’re still tired from yesterday”, I combed my hair backward, rationalizing.

“Hm… Now that you say it, maybe there are other ways to kill these fuckers than beating then until there’s nothing left”, we finally started to look the products around. “Wait, what the fuck are you doing?” my twin sister asked, grabbing a package of fish baits and looking to me as if I was masturbating in public.

“Gathering monetary resource for after everything is over, why?”, I had the cash register open and both hands filled with money.

“Dude… You know that this is useless now, right?”

“Yes. Now. I’ll bury it for later.”

“…Whatever: just don’t concentrate too much in looking for money, okay? Our survival now is more important. Anyway, like I was saying, we could use some creativity to deal with the zombies. Like, build traps, or special weapons… Like protesters use against police and stuff”, my twin sister showed her punk side. Usually she left it at school.

“Oh, improvised weapons, like in Rising Dead. I love this game.”

“…Yeah… I think?”

The money properly secured inside two plastic bags sealed with rubber bands, I let this project aside, for later, and ventured in between the shelves with my twin sister. She had already opened the fish baits… Without even checking the expiration date... We had barely entered the apocalypse, and there was already behaving like a fucking rider.

“What? You’re looking to me as if I was masturbating in public, what’s with this disgust?”

“You shouldn’t steal other people’s phrases, sis. They may have copyright.”

“I didn’t steal anything though…?”, Morgaine found reached for a magazine from a bunch and started to read it. “Oh, this talk a lot about fishing!”

“Then, it may be useful: clean your hands off all this oil before taking if”, I got angry just by imagining Morgaine holding a controller with those hands. “And stop eating the fish baits, we obviously will need it later”, having walked around everything for a brief check of our supplies, I started to count everything. It would be useful to have a clipboard, pen, and paper then…

“Bro, every book is important: how else are you supposed to know how to properly dig a tunnel without them? Or rebel against society?”, my twin sister replied, but she did clean her fingers. “… Oh, I have one idea!”

“For what?”

“The ‘alternative zombie massacre plan’, of course, what more it could be?”

“Sis, I know you like music, but we don’t have the necessary to, nor we could even if did had it, make a band now, you know?”

“I’m not talking about making a ban-! Wait, ‘zombie massacre’ may be a surprisingly good name for an alternative rock band… Fuck, I wasn’t talking about that!”, Morgaine put her baits aside and opened yet another package, this one containing dried meat. My rational and rationing side almost caused me a stroke when I saw it, but... well, it was a special occasion anyway, so I controlled myself and let it pass.

“So? What’s your idea?” I counted: 1800 in money, 12 fishing roads, 13 rubber bands, 30 old magazines…

“Make one of those cool da Vinci machines! That one that is like a chariot with a bunch of blades ahead of it! We could, like, literally just run straight into a horde and kill hundreds, no, thousands with easy!”

“Impossible: we don’t have the resources nor knowledge to do so... And we lack a horse too”, 60 rolls of line, 40 plastic baits, 20 chewing gum, one lighter...

Fuck, just eleven water bottles. Well, I think we could always use the river water? Besides, there was more than enough beer… Two hundred cans: and by the absurd price it had, for sure it was the most bought product of that shop. It wasn’t even a surprise that it had such a low variety of products, it was already basically almost a bar.

“Oh, yeah, there is it too… Then, what about this: we make a giant claw and, while one of us contains the zombie, the other one beat it to a pulp!”

“Hm, I like the idea, but, again: too complicated”, 1 soap and 9 toilet paper rolls. Well, it looked like we would have to live, at least for a while, out of the fish baits, dried meat, and the fishes we could get our hands on. “Oh, but we have lines! Do you think you can make a net?”

“A net, hu? I got it!”, Morgaine lifted her thumbs up, smiling.

I smiled back. And threw her a beer:

“Here. We deserve it.”

“Bro?”

“I… I just want to run from this a bit. To… go through father's death without breaking down.”

“...Yeah”, Morgaine approached me and we hugged each other for a minute. We didn’t use to talk too much between us, but we were family, and we had only one each other, after all. “Let’s drink!”

And so we did: we drank and cried our father's death, we drank and cursed every single person in existence, and drank even more, until we started to laugh.

At some point, Morgaine got really fired up and decided to start to make the net right away, and promised to complete it even before going to sleep. I laughed, saying that it was just impossible, even for her, to do that in such a short time. She shut my mouth up when, not only she completed the net, my twin sister also improved both our sticks by tying rocks at their tips (after cleaning it off the infectious blood) and making rough clubs.

Only then and after I drunkenly explained why it would be dangerous for us to sleep in separate rooms, we went to “bed”; what, at that moment, at least, meant that we just hugged each other inside the bathroom and, close to our weapons, slept on the ground. Be drunk had a surprising advantage when it came to allowing us to sleep, even though we were both horrified, sad and our world was ending.