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Keegan's ears perked up. There was only one creature that could ever make a moaning sound like that and it wasn't female.

Zombies.

He'd waited for this day for many years after watching EVERY SINGLE zombie movie EVER. He'd thought that, the best way to ever survive, was to give yourself one of three things to start with, and those things were food, weapons and transport. So, he saved, became a car dealer and bought himself an old school Hummer, modifying the engine to make it bigger and giving it the biggest bullbar he could find. Once he had his truck, he then bought a few 'ornamental' swords, sharpened them and trained with them, hoping that he was good enough to behead a zombie if needed. Finally, he stashed multiple weeks worth of canned food in his vehicle, under seats and in the back in a lock-box.

Running out of his office, car keys in hand, he stopped, seeing the zombies in the main roadway. He didn't need to see any more. He ran to his truck, turned over the engine and floored it out of the car lot, running over a couple of zombies in the process.

No idea who to go for first, he thought to himself.

Keegan's phone started buzzing a second before a polite ringtone started. Glancing at it, he read Leah's name before hitting the answer button and the loud speaker button.

"Hey Leah, so, how 'bout those zombies? Where you at, I'll come get you."

Keegan grinned. In all his scenarios with zombies, the hospital was the worst place to be. Not only was there the dead and dying already there, but it was usually packed with fresh bodies.

"I know the back way in that the garbage trucks take. Hope there's none there right now. Stay on the phone and let me know if I need to change anything."

Revving the engine a little, he floored it through a set of red lights, unconcerned about potential traffic. Swinging wide, he went around one corner and into a side street before slowing down and aiming for the alleyway that would take him to Leah.

There was a garbage truck, but it was parked next to the alleyway and not moving. He breathed a sigh of relief and gunned it down the alley, trying not to hit the sides.

Keegan grinned at Leah as he pulled up next to the dumpster.

"Well," he said as his electric windows went down, "I suppose that's one way to get into the alleyway. At least the food might help to put the zombies off your scent."

As he finished, he glanced forward, noting the fact that the zombies had piled into the alley and were going to make it hard for him to get out. As Leah got into the car next to him, he put the car into reverse and floored it, looking over his shoulder to see where he was going. Driving around a corner faster than he would normally in reverse, he was faintly surprised to see a pair of zombies a split second before his hummer rolled over them, then out into the street.

"Okay, so, where to now?"

"Done," Keegan replied with a nod. Putting the car into first, he accelerated, heading towards Leah's house.

Without thinking too much, he reached behind him, grabbed a can of pringles and popped the lid, tilting the container so he got one without taking his other hand from the wheel. He then held it out for Leah, taking a corner at the same time.

As for her dog, he didn't mind Freya. She'd been in his car before and didn't seem to mind and didn't crap on the seats or floor, so, as long as she repeated the performance, he would be happy to let Freya have the back of his car.

Keegan's phone buzzed and he repeated his earlier glance at the phone, mash the answer and loud speaker buttons. He then tossed the phone into Leah's lap.

“Keegan, hows the weather down your way?”

Keegan laughed as he roared through the streets towards Leah's place. "Aw yeah, think it's about to rain cats and dogs. I'm about a minute from Leah's place, picking up supplies. Need a lift anywhere?"

As he talked, he took a corner hard enough to send a couple of loose items sliding around the back. Slowing down a little, he turned another corner into the street Leah lived in. He didn't see any signs of movement, but then, as far as he knew, all her neighbours would be at work right now.

"I'll make this fast," Leah said, still munching on his pringles. Delicious. Strange how chips somehow made the whole zombie apocalypse seem more manageable.

She raised her eyebrows at Lilith. Half rates? If she was going to start talking about payment she was going to withhold the morphine when she inevitably got her giant a** shot.

She looked over the mini arsenal Keegan had in the car. Better to wait and grab her own shotgun. She wasn't that handy with a gun, but if she had to shoot it would be better if it was a gun she was familiar with, and if she didn't have to aim much. Hopefully.

When Keegan rolled up to her place she plunged out of the car. "Be right back!" she yelled, charging through her front door. She'd like help loading up the canned goods, but it would probably be better to keep the motor running, in case a hoard showed up.

Alright. Emergency backpack in the closet. Her own shotgun. Water first, solar powered water purification system, first aid kits, and the dog. Freya was sleeping peacefully on her bed, slobbering all over the place.

"Come on mutt," she said, snapping her fingers. "No sleeping through the zombie apocalypse." The giant Bernese Mountain dog rose up and came bounding off the bed, nearly knocking her over with her slobbery greeting.

She brought out the first load, dumping it into the car. Now she just needed the box of canned food. She hadn't had a year's supply of canned food since she left the Mormon church, but she still had some cans left over. They could always raid a better mormon's house, she knew a couple places.

Leah ran back into the house. Canned goods would be in the pantry, if her fat roommates hadn't eaten them all. It occurred to her, right as she flung the door open, that Freya was growling.

She turned around. Harper, that fat b***h, was glowering at her. Her face was more bloated than usual, and an odd shade of purple. Zombie. Freya snarled. Oh balls. She would have to train the dog not to bite zombies before something bad happened.

She pulled out her shotgun and blasted Harper in her fat fat face. Too late she remembered she should really brace herself.

The butt of the gun slammed into her ribs and everything was pain. Her head snapped back. Oh ******** everything hurt. Everything hurt a lot. It hurt to breathe and her painkillers were in the car.

She forced herself back into the situation. There was a zombie in front of her and she had to shoot before her dog bit the fat b***h and became infected. The bastards weren't getting Freya.

Ignoring the worrisome pain in her ribs Freya positioned the shotgun, properly this time. Harper was staggering across the room, looking at her like she was a jelly donut. "********. You," Leah snarled, then pulled the trigger.

Harper's head exploded into chunks, splattering across the walls and Leah's clothes. She had expected more of a sense of satisfaction from her first kill, especially since it was someone she hated, but she felt nothing. Just a weird, sick emptiness. And that horrible pain in her chest. ********, she'd probably bruised a rib. It was going to be at least a week before she'd be able to breathe without pain.

She grabbed the canned goods and made her way back to the car. "Piece of cake," she wheezed, sitting down next to her dog.

"Hold tight, hold tight" muttering under her breath lilith dragged the couch over to block the door and started to make a gauntlet for the zombies to run through.

Set up in the bedroom a the back of the flat where she had a clean line of site right through to the front door, she set up her rifle and settled down to wait for Keegan.

As a zombie broke through the door she settled herself and took a shot. The slug hit the zombie in the face and thunked into the wall as the once business man slumpted to the floor right in the doorway.