Give 'Em Hell in Zombieland

Panic, But Sadly, Not At The Disco.

SKYLAR'S P.O.V

I stood beside Summer, my mouth in a perfect 'o' of shock. I really couldn't believe that Mikey and Frank were here, along with a depressed looking Gerard trailing behind them. Gerard's hair had definately grown longer, just a bit longer than where his chin was. Frank was still exactly the same as I'd last remembered him, and so was Mikey.

How the hell did we end up in the same place as them? Maybe they had the same thoughts that Summer and I had, before coming to California.

"Dude, what the fuck do we do now?" Summer whispered right in my ear, whilst the guys just stood there with their eyes practically popping out of their sockets.

"Well, uh...I don't have a plan, this time." I bit my lip, looking at her.

"Dammit." Summer grumbled, turning back to the guys.

Gerard seemed to perk up a little at the sight of us, and a small smile plastered his face as he continued to stare at us with his hands shoved deep into his skinny jeans pockets.

Things seemed to finally hit Mikey hard, and he no longer decided to just stand there with a vacant and lost expression on his face. Instead, he grinned in a way which I just so happened to find very creepy, whilst Summer seemed delighted that Mikey had snapped out of his trance at last. Things had started to get a little awkward between all five of us standing in the kickass music shop.

""SUMMER!" Mikey screamed like a little girl, before going striaght to her and practically strangled her with his arms around her tightly.

Oh wait no, that was him giving her a hug.

My bad...(Insert shifty eyes here).

Summer gasped for breath, but I could see the happy tears running down her cheeks as she returned the hug as well, closing her eyes and dropping her bags. Frank was still staring with a bewildered look stuck onto his face, clinging so tightly onto the CD that he was holding, that it was in fear of smashing to complete pieces all over the floor.

He didn't really seem to be snapping out of his thoughts at all, though. So I did the thing that any normal human would do in this situation.

I ran like the fucking wind,

I legged it,

I bolted,

Or whatever the hell you want to call it.

Straight out of the fancy music shop, I sprinted down the clear Mall floor, slipping and sliding as I tripped around corners, muttering ever curse under the sun as I went. It was probably a retarded thing to do, to flail your arms and run around like a headless chicken, right in the middle of a zombie apocalypse. But there was no one here, so why the hell not?

I probably blew them zombie fuckers to smithereens earlier, with Ray's grenade.

Passing numeruous cool shops like Hot Topic, Blue Banana, and HMW, I decided to skid into the nearby toilets that were right in front of me currently in this particular situation.

Thank God.

I could hear the frantic shouts of Summer, Gerard, and Mikey, but the loudest was Frank, yelling his head off, calling after me and I could hear him tripping over random shit and swearing his ass off as he struggled to his feet and caught up with the others to speed after me.

I crahsed through the white door of the ladies' toilets, closing it firmly behind me and putting my back against it, sliding down to the cold, white floor which was splattered with puddles of crimson red blood, giving the place a horrible smell. I wouldn't be surprised if I found someone decomposing as they sat on the toilet with their daily newspaper.

I actually snorted at the thought.

I heard banging on the door, and shouting from Summer.

"Sky, open the fucking door!" She pleaded, "there could be zombies in there!"

"Summer, there are no zombies here, I can assure y-" I got cut off by a large bang, as a toilet stall door hit the wall pretty damn hard.

"Sky...what was that?" Summer asked slowly.

I didn't answer, as my eyes widened to the size of dinner plates, seeing the huge fat-ass zombie lumbering out from one of the toilet stalls, arms stretched out, moaning and dribbling all over the linoleum floor, completely pissing me off slightly.

Summer clearly heard the moans, and began to bang on the door even harder.

"SKY, OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR AND GET OUT OF THERE YOU RETARD!" She screamed at me through the thick door.

I immediately scrambled up and shook the door, whilst trying to twist the lock. It wasn't fucking working.

"SHIT!" I yelled, pounding on the door.

"Get out of there, Sky!" Summer yelled.

"You don't think I'm fucking trying to?!" I screamed back, twisting the lock over and over again, trying to budge it.

But I was fucking screwed.