Edwardo fingered the blinds open to peer out of the RV's window. Trampling everything on the road was 11.5 tons of undead muscle and tusk. Barny the circus elephant pushed it's foot dumbly into every car it came across, until his zombie brain decided to go over, crush the windows out of the cab, and feel around inside with its trunk for anything flesh-like. On several attempts it found someone hiding in the safety of their car and dragged them screaming into its massive bone crunching teeth.

This went on for weeks, with the initial adrenaline slowly evening out with boredom.

Jessica was busing herself by drilling knives into the dart board from across the room with a loud thunk. The thunks had gotten louder as the dartboard was split clean down the middle, and most of the blades hit the wall instead.

Jimmy was munching slowly on chips so as to keep himself from stress eating enough to use up his share of the rations.

Edwardo and Ronnie had similar methods of dealing with the apocalypse. Both spoke in their native tongues but while Edwardo was pacing and swearing in Spanish, Ronnie had his head in his hands and was muttering about plans that everyone else would have thought stupid if they could understand him.

"¡Jodido jodido joder!"
(Fucken fuckedy fuck.)

"My dolzhny protaranitʹ slona furgonom."
(We should ram the elephant with the RV.)

Thunk. Thunk, go the knives.

The crunching of chips made a brittle background noise.

"¡Perra culo no-muerto!"
(Bitch ass undead!)

"Mozhet bytʹ... Mozhet bytʹ, my kachayem yeye v obratnom napravlenii... taranim yeye nazad, zatem pryachemsya za chertovym kolesom i dayem Benni zastryatʹ rogami! Net, net, eto glupo."
(Maybe... Maybe, we pump her in reverse... ram her backwards, then hide behind the Ferris wheel and let Benny get horns stuck! No, no that's stupid.)

Thunk.

Crunch.

"Hay esperanza, hay esperanza. Acabamos de empezar y ya tenemos una cura. ¡Pero ese maldito elefante!"
(There's hope, there's hope. We just started and we already have a cure. But that fucking elephant!)

"Itak, tigry mogut yestʹ zombi. U Dzhessiki krovʹ tigra. Tak chto, vozmozhno, Dzhessika mozhet yestʹ zombi?"
(So, tigers can eat zombies. Jessica has tiger blood. So, maybe Jessica can eat zombies?)

Thunk.

Crunch.

"Punta."

"Slon."

Thunk.

Crunch.

"Cura..."

"Furgon..."

Thunk, Crunch, "Jod-"

"OH MY GOD, WOULD YOU ALL STOP!" Fifi was pulling at her ponytails with both hands. Scarlett's last knife clattered to the ground. Edwardo stopped pacing. Ronnie and Jimmy both looked up at her.

"We can't keep hiding here forever! We are low on food, and that elephant is not going to leave before we run out. You are adults! You're supposed to think about this stuff. Why are you not talking to each other!?" Ronnie wrapped his arm around her as she started sobbing.

"She's right," Scarlett began, "we need to come up with some kind of plan. I mean, we already have a cure for Christ sake. Surely we can survive better than this."

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They all gathered around the two-and-a-half sided kitchen table that was partly in the living room. The living room being a single loveseat and a coffee table/dresser with one row of cabinets. Of course, this made for a very cramped travel trailer.

A six foot tall strong man, a zombie girl and a Jimmy all had to stand. An animal tamer, a jaguar named Pogo and a twelve year old crossbow expert all took the chairs. This is of course because Edwardo had the map of the mall and no one was going to tell Pogo to move. By that logic, they were definitely not going to tell Fifi to move, not with her drum-clip repeating crossbow resting on the table beside her crayons.

With the map spread out Fifi talked first, "So, in the video games I play all of the characters have roles. All of the best teams know their roles, so; Ronnie is the Muscle, I'm the Damage and Edwardo is the Medic, we will make up the support team. Scar is the tank and the rogue so she'll be on team retrieval with Jimmy.

"Jimmy you need to be something that never gets brought up in video games, and that is the pack mule. You need to carry the stuff," she hands Jimmy a list with misspelled words written in crayon.

"Shouldn't muscle carry stuff?" Ronnie spoke up.

"Yeah, but we need you on Support so you can guard Eddy and carry the wounded."

Fifi began making crayon lines and X's on the map of the mall, "Roles are not nearly as important as a plan though, so;

Phase one: we need to establish a safe zone. The Arcade and the Play area are a perfect set-up and they're both right next to the hole made with the ferris wheel. Ronnie and Edwardo will be able to wait there and watch Jimmy and Scar from the security booth in the back of the play zone while I shoot bolts through the closed gate to cover you.

Phase two: grab stuff and get it back to the safe zone. Don't die and if you're bit Edwardo will fix you up."

After hearing all of this and failing hard to read the list written in crayon, Jimmy asked, "How old are you again?"

"Twelve. I was homeschooled by the circus. Don't be a crumb-bag Jimmy."

He threw his hands up in an 'I'm innocent' gesture, "I was just wondering."

The list read:

Fifi's List
Meat
Vegetables (If we have to)
Milk
Canned stuff
Soda (Baha Blast)
Cat food/fish
Guns/crossbows/melee weapons, bolts, NOT ARROWS. BOLTS!
Car stuff/trailer stuff
Whatchamacallits
A unicorn

"A unicorn?"

"Jimmy, if you see a unicorn at any point in your life and you can catch it, do it."

"Riiiight, fair enough. Anyone else have stuff for the list?"