“Does my bum look big in this?”
He looked up at her and laughed. “Absolutely massive,” he replied. “Are you sure it’ll fit through the door?”
She picked up a cricket bat and hit him none too gently on the arm. He grinned.
“Didn’t feel a thing,” he said. “Try harder.”
She raised it again, took a couple of test swings, then thwacked him as hard as she could. He staggered slightly, but laughed again.
“I reckon that’ll do,” he said. “You sticking with the cricket bat?”
She nodded. “For now, at least. Until we find out whether them swords in the souvenir shop are actually sharp or not.”
He nodded, his face now serious. “S’pose we’d better make a move then.”
She lifted the bat and nodded. Together they walked slowly through the quiet, empty aisles of the sports store towards the main doors. It all seemed quiet; as if nobody else was there at all.
A sudden crash startled them. She screamed as a rack of basketballs fell over and went bouncing across the floor. A groan echoed from behind it.
“Oh shi-” He bit his tongue. She was scared enough already. “No, it’s okay,” he said quickly, sounding more confident than he felt, “It’s just one. I can handle it.”
He walked around the fallen rack, kicking balls out of the way, and looked down. The zombie’s leg was twisted unnaturally, and it was groping pathetically at the rack in an attempt to regain its feet. It seemed entirely non-threatening, despite the obvious lust for his flesh in its eyes.
The big knife from the hunting store whispered as he drew it from its sheath, and he took a deep breath. He bent over the zombie, awkward in his bulky sports-padding armour, and cut its throat.
A mist of wet blood hit his face. A rusty smell filled his nostrils, his eyes stung, and he blinked furiously.
He looked up. She was standing there.
For a moment, they just looked at each other, perfectly still, then he wiped the knife on his leg and held it out to her. He watched her weigh her options and resign herself to a savage life alone against the zombie horde, then she lowered the swimming goggles over her eyes and took it.
He nodded, and closed his eyes.
© Kari Fay
(Author’s Note: Three Word Wednesday again, and the words are Bulky, Mist and Resign.)