Sydney and Audrey rushed over to Dakota as the zombie fell to the ground with Ryan's crowbar wedged into its skull. I walked over to the zombie's body to check and see if it was actually dead.
I nudged it with my toe, bat at the ready. It uttered its final growl because I cracked its skull with my bat to finish him off.
I turned over to where the girls were crowded around Dakota. The boys were at least giving him some room. I joined everyone else and he looked terrible. His nose was gushing blood, he had a busted lip, and... Was that a rib sticking out of his chest? Sydney poked at it and pulled her hand back in disgust.
I kneeled by his head and I could tell right then and there that he wasn't going to live much longer.
Dakota leaned his head away from me and coughed up a lot of blood. He turned back to face me. I could see the life draining from eyes.
"Thank you for saving me," I told him.
"It was nothing," he said, grinning painfully. His grin was more like a grimace.
"No. You gave your life just to save me," I argued.
"It was nothing," he repeated stubbornly. I closed my eyes and shook my head. He grabbed my hand and gave it a feeble, yet reassuring, squeeze. Feeling like this was my last moment with him, I leaned in and kissed him softly. When I pulled away, the beautiful blue and twinkling eyes that I loved so much were dull. He had left.
I stood and walked away from everyone, bloody baseball bat in hand. As I passed the elephant sized zombie, I gave him an extra thwack in the head for taking Dakota away from me.
I entered the building again and started to stock up on snacks and to rob the cash register, even though I knew the money would be worthless. Unless I survived the apocalypse.
I gave my head a sharp shake. I would worry about the future later on. Right now I needed to focus on collecting snacks for everyone.
I checked behind the counter for anything special but only found some old sacks. The only thing they were good for were holding food so I shoved a bunch of chips in them. I found some candy on the floor and I added those to the sacks.
"Whactha doin'?" Asked Sam, making me jump.
"Collecting chips and candy. Got a problem with it?" I replied.
"Nope. Not at all. Just the fact that I'm hungry as h*ll," he said. I rolled my eyes and tossed him a bag of chips.
"So. Who sent you to check on me?" I demanded.
"Ryan. But mainly me. I was worried about you," he admitted.
"Why would you be worried about me?" I asked, hiding my surprise.
"Because..." He hesitated, "I really like you, Brooke."