Another Girl, Another Zombie

Someday

(If you didn't see this on the new Beyond the Barrier story - I'm probably gonna start updating the collections daily, Beyond the Barrier on even numbered days and Another Girl, Another Zombie on odd. I might take a break here and there if I need to, but hopefully I can stick to it

Not too much to say on this one, really. Bonzo and Bree both get their someday...)

"Seabrook's up next!"

Bonzo's head snapped up at the sound of Bree's voice. He didn't have time to let her distract him right now, though, and he followed the others out from under the bleachers.

No sabotage. That was a good thing, but he didn't expect that to be the end of it. And it certainly wasn't. The cheer squad, quite literally, fell apart with only half their members and when it seemed like all hope was lost, their little zombie angel appeared. Zoey waved her makeshift pom-poms and jumped and shouted but it wasn't enough.

Bree's heart sank. This sweet little girl was trying her hardest to help. She didn't deserve to be booed like that. Still, she was persistent.

"What is she doing?"

"She's changing things," Addison mused, "... By cheering."

It sounded like a good idea. In theory, at least.

"Like they'll ever see us as normal."

"They won't. Because we're not normal."

Bonzo gave a small nod of agreement and looked down to where Bree stood. She also turned from Zed with an assured smile. Their eyes met and for once, neither of them looked away.

"You guys in?"

"Za!"

Bree's smile grew wider.

Bucky or no Bucky, they were going to cheer, no matter what. With Captain Zoey at the forefront, this was going to be Seabrook High School's legacy.

Eliza, with nothing but a quick nudge to Bonzo's arm, rushed back to her sabotage setup. He followed behind her, giving her a confused look.

"Elizaka, gozig...?"

"Here," she unplugged a few cords and handed them over, along with her laptop, "Hook this up to the sound system. You saw where it was, right?"

He nodded and took them from her without another word.

The other zombies were being run through the routine. They only had however long it took Bonzo to get the music started. Scanning the crowd, his eyes fell on the one who started it all.

"Zoeka!"

Zoey turned to him, fiddling with the whistle around her neck. He leaned down, handing her one of Eliza's cords, and pointed to the sound technician. More specifically, to his equipment. Zoey nodded, understanding immediately, and took the cord from him, sneaking under the table with ease. Bonzo, trusting her to take care of it, turned to the group.

"Geh," the zombies turned to him, prompting the humans to stop and look, too, "Goro zu gruzic?"

Who's got the music?

After some muttered translations, a hand came up.

"Oh! I do, here!"

It was Bree. Bonzo swallowed.

She walked over to him way too eagerly for someone just giving him the track to play. Clearly, the situation was giving her something of a confidence boost. It was working on Bonzo as well.

He had sworn to himself he would talk to her someday. It looked like this was it.

"Breeska..."