2 Moving In Pt. 1

A young slim boy huffs and puffs, struggling to catch up to the young woman ahead of him. His long legs were unsteady, nearly buckling many times as he slowly climbs up the delapidated apartment building. He was to help the young woman clear any remaining zombies, but it felt more like he was being forced to climb up Mt. Tai.

"B-big...sis! Slow....down!" The young boy gasps for air between each word, taking quick painful breaths as his legs continues to move up. His two knives dangle on each side of his oddly wide hips, shaking from his uneven steps.

Boom!

The young boy weakly lifts his head up, just a second too late as he sees a gray body hurdling towards him. With no strength to resist, the boy is sent flying down 3 steps of the stairs he just got on, collapsing onto the floor with a large thunk. Without even rolling over to see if the other person was okay, he sighed. This wasn't the first time a body was sent flying his way or down the stairs.

[She's still going. Someone please save me. I'm soooooo tired!]

Exhausted on the floor is an effeminate young boy, or at least he considers himself a guy. He lays there, next to a beheaded zombie. Its decaying body reeks worse than any rotten food he's ever been near. His visions spins as he slowly caves in to exhaustion. Despite the weariness, he can hear loud foot steps thump down the old creaky stairs.

"Get your ass up, Eric! We're only on the 10th floor! We can't leave any stragglers alive before Eliza and Beth gets here. You know they can't do shit." The girl shouts loudly, mixing crude language as she waves her fist at the fallen young boy, named Eric.

He sighs, barely having enough strength to even dispute with her. He groans and moans as he lifts his head up from the floor, looking up to his "big sis." He looks at her, wearing her usual worn out khaki shorts and black tank top. He catches a glimpse of her dusty orange hair before he finally collapses from exhaustion.

Honestly, you cannot blame him for fainting after climbing up 10 flights of stairs. They had walked over 10 miles, search through numerous houses and buildings, escaped small groups of zombies, fight off a few stragglers, then finally reached the current location.

"Honestly, you're such a big fucking wimp. Damn bitch probably babies you too much, fucking slut." The girl spews foul language under her breath as she reached for the boy, gripping his neck with her gorilla strength hands and dragging him up the stairs.

She made her way through her apartment, every room, every hallway, every single damn bathroom on each damn floor, dragging the extra baggage. Luckily for them both, the building is mostly empty of zombies, just a few lone ones.

After an entire day, they reached the top 15th floor, where the suite is supposed to be. Knocking loudly against the door, she listened for any reactions.

[1 Mississippi, 2 Mississippi, 3 fuck this!]

The woman kicks down the door, her pistol aimed at the front while her other hand keeps the sleeping beauty behind her. Nothing. There was no reaction from her kicking the door open. Her eyes were slowly observing the large room in front of her. It was almost sundown and the glow made the room eerie with the stretched out shadows.

One step at a time, she walked ahead while dragging the extra baggage. Her eyes were like a hawk and her pistol aimed at anything she thought was suspicious or had a chance of being an ambush spot.

"Anyone alive in here? Anyone fucking dead? Get your ass here NOW!"

Her loud voice reverberated through the large room, shifting some of the dust and cob webs left over. She waited, trying to listen for any rustling or whispering. Impatiently, she shot her pistol at a covered furniture.

"Blaaaaah!" Eric screamed as he woke up from dreamland, almost choking as her hands tightened on his neck. "A-annnnn.....let.....goooo" He feebly whimpers.

Hmph!

The woman releases her vice grip on the boys neck, dropping him without any mercy. "How many times do I have to fucking repeat this to you? You don't get to call me by my fucking name, it's 'Big Sister' to you. Got it, fag?" The woman violently pokes at the boy's arms as she spoke each word, bruising him all over as he winces in pain. He nods quickly and repeatedly, fearful of what else might tick her off.

"Good. If I hear you call me Ann one more time, I'll shove this gun up your fucking ass!" Ann gives Eric a good kick to his behind, almost launching him a few inches forward. "We'll stay here tonight. You'll barricade the door and I'll go find something to eat. If even one fucking gray skinned bastard makes it in...." The woman's words trails off, hinting to the boy with a slicing motion across her neck with her thumb.

"Of course sis." He complies, as he usually does. She says sit, he sits, she says jump, he jumps, she says bend over and he'll bend over.

As night takes over the sky, the dead city starts to bustle with noise. Faint knocking and crashing could be heard from the windows in the cleared out room. Ann sits by the window, looking down onto the blacked out streets.

[Looks like there's no electricity here either.]

She takes a deep breath, holds it, then breathe out. Over to the side, Eric was still moving and cleaning the leftover furniture. Large heavy ones were used to block the door, lighter and portable ones were moved to the opposite side. In the corner closest to Ann was a small pile of canned goods and a few rolls of toilet paper. Must've been left behind by its previous owner, probably walking among the zombies by now.