“Son of a bitch!” I yell out, dragging Claire farther away from the window.

It starts climbing into the window, the shards of glass digging into its grotesque body. We all watch in horror as it climbs into the building, and again Claire’s nails dig into my arm.

“Claire.” I hiss. I can’t be too mad at her though, I was terrified just as much as she was.

“S-Sorry.” She stammers, but her hand doesn’t leave my arm. Her nails do, though, thankfully. 

We all watch the zombie warily as it stumbles into the building, and looks around, one of its eyes dangling from its eye socket.

“What the fuck are we going to do?” I hear a male voice ask, and I turn slightly to see that it’s Liam.

“I don’t know.” Harper sighs, running a hand through her black hair.

The zombie stumbles closer towards us, and we all back away, still watching it warily.

I look at each and every one of the people in the restaurant. There was Harper, Liam, Cooper, Claire, me, two other workers whose names I didn’t know due to them not having their uniforms on, and there were four other customers. Someone had to do something, or else we weren’t going to make it. 

I look at the door, and realize the keys were still in the lock.

We could just unlock the door and make it out of the restaurant… I think, chewing on my bottom lip. But by the time we get over to the door, the zombie could be on us…

My gaze moves to one of the tables, and I realize its legs were partially broken. An idea springs into my head at that moment, and I rush over to the table. I snap the legs off the table, snapping them into jagged ends. 

“What good is that going to do us?” Liam asks, his voice sounding curious, yet skeptical.

“We drive them into the zombie’s body.” I explain. “It’ll prevent it from attacking us.”

“I’m not getting anywhere near that thing.” Liam says snidely.

I roll my eyes, and snap out, “Of course not. Just leave everything to me.”

A scream rings out, and I whirl around to see the zombie on top of Harper. It’s snapping its mouth right by her face, and she’s doing her best to not be bitten by it. Her small hand is on the zombie’s forehead, pressing it away from her.

“Harper!” Liam, Cooper, and I all yell.

Cooper rushes over and kicks the zombie in the side, causing it to fly off Harper, and it hits one of the walls on the other side of the restaurant.

“Give me those damn stakes.” Liam snarls, ripping one of them out of my hand, causing a large chunk of my palm to go with it.

“Fuck!” I cry out, gazing down at my hand as it starts dripping blood to the floor. “Liam, you ass! You should’ve been more careful!” Immediately, I’m tearing off a strip of my black shirt, and wrapping it around my hand. I tie it in a tight knot, and pray to whatever fucking deity is out there that I don’t pass out of blood loss.

“So sorry, princess.” He spits back at me. “My friend was in trouble.” Him and Cooper are holding the zombie against the wall, and Liam thrusts the stake he’s holding into the zombie’s chest. It lets out an ungodly shrill shriek.

Liam then holds out his hand, as if expecting me to just hand over the others I have in my hands, and I stare at him in disbelief. 

“Really?” I ask, my voice full of disdain. “You expect me to just give them to you? After a sarcastic apology for you tearing out a good chunk of skin from my hand?”

“You want it to keep moving?” He demands coldly, glaring over his shoulder at me.

“How about you fucking say please for once in your goddamn life? Or actually apologize for hurting me?” I snap, glaring right back at him.

“She’s right, Liam.” Cooper says coolly, looking at his coworker. “You’re kind of an ass. And you did hurt her.”

There’s the 'she’ again… I’ll let it go this time. I think with a sigh.

Liam grits his teeth, and while gritting his teeth, he grinds out, “I’m sorry I hurt you. And can I please have those other stakes so the zombie can’t get away?”

“Thank you.” I spit out, dropping the stakes by him. “Was that so damn hard?”

“Fuck off.” He hisses, then focuses back on the zombie, and shoves the other three into its body.

“Will that be enough?” Cooper asks, looking at Liam.

“It’s gonna have to be, unless someone breaks another chair.”

“I will.” Cooper says, getting off the floor, and speed walking to the nearest chair. He breaks off the legs, breaking them off into points, then speeds back to where Liam and the zombie are. One by one, he hands Liam the stakes, and Liam shoves them into the zombie.

By the time all the stakes are in the zombie, each appendage has one, its stomach and chest has one, as does its throat, and the last one is in its right elbow. Liam and Cooper stand up and look at their handiwork, nodding in approval.

I look down at the zombie, a grimace on my face, and say, “I still think we should call the police. We need to let them know that there’s a zombie here.”

“Then why don’t you?” Liam snaps, giving me yet another glare.

“Well, gee,” I say sarcastically, holding up my dominant hand that was still wrapped up in blood soaked cloth. “Someone made it so I can’t use my hand.”

“I’ll do it.” Harper says, coming to my side. “I agree with…”

“Quinn.” I tell her.

“I agree with Quinn. The police need to know. And Quinn, you need to get that hand checked out.”

I nod. “I will. Can I count on you to handle the rest from here?”

She grins at me, and I feel my heart flutter a bit. Her smile was absolutely gorgeous. “I got it from here, Quinn. Go take care of yourself.”

Claire unlocks the doors, then she and I leave the restaurant.

“We should probably talk to the principal first.” I say as we enter her car.

“Are you sure? You’re really pale.”

I flip open the visor, and stare at myself in it. Claire was right. I was naturally pale, but this was sickly pale.

“Alright, we’ll go to the hospital. We’ll call her on the way there.”

“Good.” She says, starting up her car. She pulls out of the parking spot, out of the parking lot, and starts driving towards the hospital.