“Here.” Alex shoved a stick at me
“What’s this?” I looked at it curiously.
“What’s it look like?” He said with a scowl.
“Ah, a stick?”
He sighed tiredly and shook his head. “No. It’s a bludgeon.”
“Oh, right.” I looked again but it still looked like a stick. A big stick, but still a stick. “And what am I meant to do with this?”
“We’re going to beat the ever loving fuck out of that.” He pointed his own stick, err bludgeon at … a zombie?
Now that I’d seen it, I could hear it, and smell it.
“That’s revolting,” I whispered as I stepped behind Alex.
“Yeah it is,” he whispered back with a grin.
“I didn’t think you were in the zombie story?”
“I’m not, we’re not. We’re just borrowing this for a bit of stress relief.”
He took a step towards him … her … it, and I squeaked and grabbed his shirt, stopping him.
“Come on baby, it’ll be fun.” He grabbed my hand and tugged me forward so I was by his side.
“I really think we have different ideas of fun Alex,” I muttered as the thing slowly turned towards us.
“Hey Princess, make sure you chop off it’s head.” I glared at D where he sat on a lawn chair, eating popcorn.
“And stomp on it,” Max yelled from his own chair then took a drink of his beer.
“I’m not stomping anything in these shoes,” I yelled back and the zombie’s head swung around.
“Good work baby, you got it’s attention,” Alex smiled at me all proud like.
“About these sticks Alex.”
“They’re bludgeons baby,” he said absently as the zombie got within striking distance.
I poked it with my stick and it opened it’s mouth and made a noise that was almost like a growl. It was pretty strange, but the stench that came with the sound was eye watering.
“This is disgusting.” I winced and stepped back as Alex took a swing at it. “And so very wrong,” I added as it’s head landed on the ground with a wet plop.
“Welcome to my world Princess,” D yelled.
“This is fun.” Alex grinned and looked around. “Got anymore?”