Friends To The Soon End
In a small wooden shed with two windows surrounded by lush forests, two teenage girls sat on the floor next to each other the moon filtering in as they sat there hiding. The first girl had straight light brown hair, pale freckled skin and large green/blue eyes; she was wearing a short sleeve pink shirt with blue jean overalls and mud-caked black combat boots. The second, had black curly hair, blue eyes, and tan skin, she was wearing pink and black striped tights, khaki knee length shorts, a black long sleeve shirt, and no shoes. They both had tear-stained cheeks and swollen eyes.
The one with black hair looked over at the girl on her right, silence hung in the air for a few moments before she spoke, "What’s your name?"
The other looked over and wiped her nose with the back of her hand before replying with a shaky voice "Chloe, what’s yours?"
"Jenna."
They both looked back at their feet, an awkward silence once again filling the dark abode. Jenna opened her mouth to say something, but was interrupted when she thought she heard a twig snap outside and quickly stiffened in fear looking up at the window at the far end of the shed, expecting to see a face looking in at the two.
"I like your nails Jenna, what made you decide to paint them purple?" Chloe asked, strength returning to her voice a bit.
The voice of the other girl brought Jenna back a drop of courage and she turned her head to look at the Chloe's face.
"Oh, these?" She lifted on of her hands to look at her nails, done just this morning and now in such bad shape, "Well actually, it was the only bottle I could find..." They both laughed, it wasn't really funny, but they’re brains were trying so desperately to break the strain that they milked anything they possibly could to try to avoid going mad.
Just then, they both heard it; the sound of a crowd walking through the woods. They both shuffled to stand as fast as they could and darted to the far back corner of the shed, clinging to the other and beginning to cry softly.
"Chloe," Jenna said hurriedly.
"Yes?" her voice shook and her lips quivered.
"Let’s pretend this isn't happening!" she said.
"What?" Chloe looked at her new friend in shock.
"I like your hair! What did you use to straighten it?"
Chloe looked at her for a few moments, "a two-inch-purple-straightener" she replied between choked back sobs, "present from my mom for my birthday last week".
"How’s your boyfriend doing? You have one right?" she smiled as sweetly as she could to the frightened girl for encouragement, but she felt a few of her own tears squeeze out of the corner of her eyes.
"Yes, I have one... Ted... he’s into cooking... and racing..." she wiped her eyes, "he’s doing good... I think..." she looked out of the window at the shadows of the approaching crowd. Jenna yanked her face away from looking that direction to remind her that that didn't exist.
"That’s good" she said softly and quietly, thinking about her own Native American surfer boy.
"Yeah"
"Nice overalls. Hand-me-downs?"
Chloe gave her a look, "I'll have you know, these are very practical for farming! Very easy to move in without worrying about showing the world your back crack when bending over!"
Jenna couldn't contain herself after that last comment and didn't even worry about being quiet as she doubled over and laughed, Chloe squeezed her hands over her friend’s mouth, but soon couldn't contain her own laughter.
Soon the girls’ laughter calmed down. They sat back up and smiled at each other, the crowd's shadows could be seen through the windows, blocking the streams of moonlight.
"So, is that what you were doing when this all happened? Farming?"
"Yep, how about you?"
"Playing the guitar actually,"
"You were playing an instrument? You didn't even notice?"
"I was loud! What can I say?"
They’re l was interrupted by the sound of their pursuers banging on the walls and windows and door, trying to force entry. The girls looked around them, as if they could see noise and scrambled closer the center of the floor away from the walls.
"Well, friends to the end Jenna!" Chloe said the Jenna, a huge smile on her face.
"Friends to the end Chloe!" Jenna reached out her jewelry covered hand and shook Chloe's calloused one. They were scared, but no longer sad.
They sat there, shaking hands and smiling, until the thundering sound of splintering wood and breaking glass surrounded them and they were completely enveloped within a crowd of the living dead...
The one with black hair looked over at the girl on her right, silence hung in the air for a few moments before she spoke, "What’s your name?"
The other looked over and wiped her nose with the back of her hand before replying with a shaky voice "Chloe, what’s yours?"
"Jenna."
They both looked back at their feet, an awkward silence once again filling the dark abode. Jenna opened her mouth to say something, but was interrupted when she thought she heard a twig snap outside and quickly stiffened in fear looking up at the window at the far end of the shed, expecting to see a face looking in at the two.
"I like your nails Jenna, what made you decide to paint them purple?" Chloe asked, strength returning to her voice a bit.
The voice of the other girl brought Jenna back a drop of courage and she turned her head to look at the Chloe's face.
"Oh, these?" She lifted on of her hands to look at her nails, done just this morning and now in such bad shape, "Well actually, it was the only bottle I could find..." They both laughed, it wasn't really funny, but they’re brains were trying so desperately to break the strain that they milked anything they possibly could to try to avoid going mad.
Just then, they both heard it; the sound of a crowd walking through the woods. They both shuffled to stand as fast as they could and darted to the far back corner of the shed, clinging to the other and beginning to cry softly.
"Chloe," Jenna said hurriedly.
"Yes?" her voice shook and her lips quivered.
"Let’s pretend this isn't happening!" she said.
"What?" Chloe looked at her new friend in shock.
"I like your hair! What did you use to straighten it?"
Chloe looked at her for a few moments, "a two-inch-purple-straightener" she replied between choked back sobs, "present from my mom for my birthday last week".
"How’s your boyfriend doing? You have one right?" she smiled as sweetly as she could to the frightened girl for encouragement, but she felt a few of her own tears squeeze out of the corner of her eyes.
"Yes, I have one... Ted... he’s into cooking... and racing..." she wiped her eyes, "he’s doing good... I think..." she looked out of the window at the shadows of the approaching crowd. Jenna yanked her face away from looking that direction to remind her that that didn't exist.
"That’s good" she said softly and quietly, thinking about her own Native American surfer boy.
"Yeah"
"Nice overalls. Hand-me-downs?"
Chloe gave her a look, "I'll have you know, these are very practical for farming! Very easy to move in without worrying about showing the world your back crack when bending over!"
Jenna couldn't contain herself after that last comment and didn't even worry about being quiet as she doubled over and laughed, Chloe squeezed her hands over her friend’s mouth, but soon couldn't contain her own laughter.
Soon the girls’ laughter calmed down. They sat back up and smiled at each other, the crowd's shadows could be seen through the windows, blocking the streams of moonlight.
"So, is that what you were doing when this all happened? Farming?"
"Yep, how about you?"
"Playing the guitar actually,"
"You were playing an instrument? You didn't even notice?"
"I was loud! What can I say?"
They’re l was interrupted by the sound of their pursuers banging on the walls and windows and door, trying to force entry. The girls looked around them, as if they could see noise and scrambled closer the center of the floor away from the walls.
"Well, friends to the end Jenna!" Chloe said the Jenna, a huge smile on her face.
"Friends to the end Chloe!" Jenna reached out her jewelry covered hand and shook Chloe's calloused one. They were scared, but no longer sad.
They sat there, shaking hands and smiling, until the thundering sound of splintering wood and breaking glass surrounded them and they were completely enveloped within a crowd of the living dead...