89.4 Zombie Radio

"Did anyone happen to catch which direction that army of queens went?" Bob asked as we started our walk down the road. "They sent about thirty or so after Jessie and I, but there were at least a few hundred in that group."

"They all went in the direction of you guys. That's why we got so worried. Who knows where they're all at now," Dalton answered. "Did you guys happen to kill that queen?"

"I don't think we did," Bob replied. "Jessie, did you happen to kill a blind guy in that bloodbath?"

"No, not that I remember anyways," I said. "Everything got really crazy for a while there, but I think I would have remembered that. I feel disgusting now, can we stop for a change of clothes and a shower or something?"

"We might be able to do that Jessie, lets find a house with a decent car in it first," Dalton answered.

"That's fine. Does anyone know why they blew that gas station up though?" I asked. "That was out of nowhere."

"Well, I have my theory on that," Layla replied. "I think the queens are starting to organize, and they're hunting the people like us down. So they're probably eliminating the things we need to survive. Gas stations would be a big part of that."

"Layla, you and I have the exact same theory," Bob said. "I love that big, sexy brain of yours. My question is, how are these things gonna survive? Do they need water and that sort of shit? They're still alive, but how are they eating? Do they drink? Are they going to start making zombie babies or something? This whole thing is just fucking weird to me."

"Bob, watch your language please, there is a kid around," I told him.

"What? Did I cuss right there? I'm sorry, I forgot," Bob replied. "Sorry Nolan, don't copy me, I'm a terrible influence."

"Anyways, I have a theory on that too," Layla said. "We seen those ones eating that little girl. I think they're feeding off of the weaker ones to stay alive. As far as drinking goes, I don't know. We haven't seen any of them drink water yet, but I'm sure they have to... Should I be talking about this in front of Nolan?"

"I'm not scared anymore," Nolan replied.

"You're a brave kid," I said. "How did you stay alive in your room this whole time?"

"Well, my brother was watching me, and we saw what was happening to our parents. My mom bit my dad, and my dad tied her up and took her to the hospital. My brother started to do the same stuff my mom was doing, and I got scared he would bite me, so I grabbed a pack of juice boxes from the fridge, and hid upstairs. Oh, and I took some peanut butter and crackers to eat. The crackers were kind of old, but I was too afraid to go out of my room and get more. My brother came banging at the door one day, and I hid in the closet until he went away. That was scary. Then you guys came and killed all those bad guys on the stairs."

"You weren't supposed to look at that Nolan!" I exclaimed.

"Sorry, if someone tells me not to do something... I usually do it," Nolan replied. I had to laugh, because I'm the exact same way. Nolan seemed like a miniature version of myself.

"You didn't eat any chicken or anything like that before all of this did you?" Layla asked.

"No ma'am. I don't like that stuff. Meat makes me want to throw up. I don't know why, but I've never liked it," Nolan explained.

"Well Nolan, that's something that saved your life," Dalton said. "Chicken is what turns people into the bad guys."

"Oh, okay," Nolan replied.

"So what's the plan? We find a house and get cleaned up? I have blood on my fu... fudging socks right now, and its really starting to gross even me out," Bob said. "Plus, I need to clean these swords off a little, they're drenched in zombie blood."

"We have to be careful with that blood too. If anyone of us gets an open cut, we have got to make sure none of it gets in there," Layla explained. We have to watch and make sure it doesn't go in our mouths or eyes too. Any of that stuff could be bad."

"This coming from a girl who made out with a guy covered in zombie blood," Bob replied.

"Hey! I was happy to see you okay!... Don't act like you didn't like it!" Layla shouted.

"Guys... Kid... Save this conversation," Dalton said.

"I'm sorry, I keep forgetting," Bob answered.

"We're both really bad with kids aren't we?" Layla asked.

"Yes, you guys are both really bad," I told them. "Which is surprising since Bob has the mentality of a seven year old most of the time."

"Hey! You're pretty childlike yourself there Jessie!" Bob shouted. "Anyone who can throw a fit about a car like you has got to be a little immature."

"Growing up is no fun!" I argued back. "I am like a kid, and I don't plan on changing a bit!"

"Good! Because neither do I!" Bob yelled. "Why are we getting so loud about this!?"

"I don't know! I'm just getting loud because you are!" I shouted.

"I think we have to fight now Jessie!" Bob said as he put up his fists like a boxer. I Stopped and crossed my arms, cocking my head to the side.

"I dare you to hit me," I told him.

"You dare me?" Bob asked. I smiled and nodded to him, and he smiled back at me. He took a step forward, and I ran to hide behind Dalton. Laughing like a kid on a playground the entire time.

"See how you are!?" Bob shouted.

"Dalton! Save me! He's going to hurt me!" I exclaimed.

"Which one of you is seven again?" Layla asked.

"I am!" Bob, Nolan and I all proclaimed at the same time.

"Jinx! You guys owe me a coke!" Nolan shouted.

"Damn it! You're fast!" Bob yelled back.

"Bob! Language! Again! How many times do I have to tell you!?" I scolded.

"Shi... Shoot! I'm sorry! I keep forgetting! Its been a while since I've had to watch my mouth," Bob explained.

"Can you imagine when we get back? Roxy is going to have a cow!" Layla said laughing. "That girl can't go without cussing for a sentence."

"That will be comedy gold!" Bob exclaimed. "She'll probably sound like one of those movies with a ton of cussing when they put it on TV. She'll be using phrases like: I hate all of you... stupid jerk faces! She'll sound like Jessie, but funnier."

"So now I sound funny Bob?" I asked, crossing my arms again.

"Wait... No!... I mean... How do you always manage to do this to me?" Bob stuttered.

"Because I'm me Bob," I replied. "Torturing you is something I'm good at."

"Yes you are Jessie, you'll have to teach me how some time," Layla said. Dalton started laughing as Bob groaned.

"Oh, I'd be happy to Layla. The two of us already make a great team, imagine if we used our combined might against Bob," I told her.

"We'd be unstoppable!" Layla exclaimed still laughing.

"I just can't win. Why can't you guys pick on Dalton ever? Why is it always me?" Bob asked.

"Because you bring it upon yourself Bob," Layla said. "Dalton's too much of a sweetheart to pick on. In fact, we should get Dalton in on messing with Bob."

"What do I have to do? Just call him an idiot on occasion?" Dalton asked.

"Yep! And twist his words around," I answered.

"This is just not fair," Bob said. "Can I at least have Nolan on my side?"

"I'm with them," Nolan replied.

"See, not even kids want to help you Bob," I said.

"This fu... fricken sucks!" Bob shouted.

"Oh, stop. You know we love you Bob," Layla said.

"You love him Layla," I replied. "And I'm still wondering how that happened. The rest of us just think he's an idiot."

"Thanks Jessie, I can just feel the love right now," Bob said.

"You're welcome Bob, like I said, anytime I can help, just let me know," I told him. We walked a few more blocks, and I saw a car I had to drive. It was a powder blue, 1969 Ford Mustang, and it was gorgeous. It was like the Dalton of cars. I didn't even get a chance to say anything, Bob saw it too, and did his best Jessie impression, which wasn't very good by the way.

"Oh my God! That car is beautiful! That's the car we're driving!" Bob said in his crappy impression of me.

"I do not sound like that Bob," I replied.

"In my brain, that's how you sound," Bob answered. "Bet I said exactly what you were going to say, didn't I?"

"No, I would have said the car was gorgeous, like Dalton is," I told him trying not to laugh. "The rest you got right."

We walked into the house, and Bob and I started hunting for the bathroom. When we found it, I pushed him against the wall and ran in, shutting the door behind me. Bob could hear me laughing outside, and gave me a warning as he walked away.

"This isn't over Jessie! I shall have my revenge!" Bob shouted. I started to hum loudly like I didn't hear him, and started the shower. I washed the gallons of zombie blood off of me and changed clothes. When I was done I went downstairs, and watched as everyone searched the house for the Mustang keys. Even after my extra long shower, in which I used all of the hot water to irritate Bob, they still hadn't found them.

"If I were Mustang keys, where would I hide?" Bob asked himself, not noticing I was there.

"If you were Mustang keys you'd be less of an idiot," I told him.

"Why you little... Crumpet!" Bob shouted.

"Bob, don't call me a crumpet! I don't even know what that means," I replied.

"Its an English cookie... I think. Anyways, now that you're finally out of the shower, you can hunt down the Mustang keys, since we're having no luck," Bob said.

"I'll find them. You go enjoy your cold shower," I told him. "You need it."

"Did you use all of the hot water!? God... Bless it! You just... Growl!" Bob yelled as he went up the stairs. I shot him an evil smile and giggled. It didn't take me long to find the keys. They were sitting right on top of the kitchen table. Everyone must have been looking way too hard for them, and forgot to check the obvious spots. What would they do without me around? I went and found everybody and we sat down at the kitchen table to wait for Bob to get done with his shower. Dalton went outside to check the Mustang out, and Layla and I entertained Nolan. Bob didn't take long to finish his shower.

"Ah, I feel like a new man... A slightly more sterile man, but a new one none the less," Bob proclaimed. I went outside to talk to Dalton, and left Nolan with Layla and Bob. Dalton was putting in all of the gas he found in the garage.

"Is everything working okay?" I asked.

"Well, you're the car buff, you tell me," Dalton replied.

"It sounds good, I can't wait to drive it," I said. "When are we leaving?"

"As soon as you want to," Dalton answered.

"Dalton."

"Yea?"

"Rap."

"Okay hold on... Jessie and Bob found a kid named Nolan, now we bout to roll in a car that's stolen. That's how we do, grand theft auto all day, we'll probably kill this car too, but it sure beats walking all the way. Now that we're ready let's get the hell out of here, Jessie's my pretty woman, and I guess I'm Richard Gere..."

"Wait, wasn't that movie about a prostitute?" Bob asked as he, Layla and Nolan all came outside.

"Yea, I always write myself into a corner towards the end," Dalton replied.

"You should have heard his last rap, he basically said that he was staring at my boobs," I added.

"And now he called you a prostitute. Dalton, you're my hero," Bob said. "Do we have to take this car? Its loud, and I doubt that I can even hear myself think in it."

"Good, maybe you'll shut up for once," I replied. "I'm driving too, so are we ready to leave? Because I am."

"Where are we going?" Nolan asked.

"We're going to find our friends," Layla explained. "We got separated from them when... Well its a long story."

"Jessie, can I please drive the car? Please?" Bob begged.

"No, you can't. I'm driving, so get over it. Its just the perfect size for me to drive," I answered. "So get in the back seat and shut up."

Bob, Layla and Nolan all got in the back seat of the mustang, and Dalton and I got up front. I started up the car, and took a second to get to know everything on it. It was a stick shift, which I learned how to drive as a kid, thanks to my dad. I left out of the driveway, and went as fast as I could down the street. When I stopped, I couldn't help but smile. This was my kind of car.

"Jessie, I swear to God, if you kill me, I wi..." I interrupted Bob with the rev of the engine, then took off down the road again. I could hear Bob shouting something at me, but it just made me laugh harder. Eventually I slowed down again, and decided to harass Bob some more.

"I'm sorry Bob, what were you saying? I couldn't hear you."

Bob started to say something, and I cut him off with another well timed engine rev. Eventually Bob gave up trying to talk. I looked over at Dalton, who also looked worried. I wasn't sure if it was my driving, or if it was something else, so I decided to ask.

"Dalton, what's wrong?"

"I seen that queen again, down one of the streets. He seen us, and they're coming this way," Dalton said.

"Well, we'll lose them," I replied. "This thing is fast, and they'll never finds us down the road. We'll be fine."

"I hope you're right Jessie... I really hope your right," Dalton said. I hurried down the street, and out of the town. Dalton still looked worried, but I knew he had a good reason to be. If that army of zombies found us, it would be over with. I just hope this little Mustang can give us some distance on them, enough to where they would give up looking for us. Bob was cleaning his swords, and Layla was teaching Nolan how to say a few things in French in the back seat. The more I drove, the more Dalton's feeling started to effect me. The more I thought about it, the faster I drove. Maybe Bob was right, maybe this car being so loud was a bad thing. Dang it, I hate it when he's right.