Last One Alive, Lock The Door ~ A Zombie RPG

Grell finally just grabbed Jerry's wrist.
"Jrrr come...you get to meet the fairy king this way," Grell said, "And then the pen will squirt the jellyfish in your eyes."

 

They rejoined the group after Dirk figured it's best for the both of them. Fitz' pat on the back caused Dirk to remove his hood and look the man eye to eye.

"Dats coo' dawg," Fitz said, giving him a pat on the back. "Da zombies roll deep, so we gotta roll deep too, homie. Don't be sweatin' nothin'. I got yo back, b. Dats waz up.

He snickered and smirked as he debated whether or not Fitz was poking fun or actually trying to get along. He busted into laughter after holding it in at first.

"Aiight, Fitz...," he said trying to muffle the laugh. "I got yo' back back, too, yo."

Then he said something to Kaeila. He sighed, hoping Fitz wasn't talking sh*t.

 

"I think he's having difficulty fitting in with the group because he doesn't speak our language. Don't worry about it. I'll make him feel right at home."

She tried to stifle her laughter, raising her hand to her mouth, rolling into a light cough to cover it all. She cleared her throat and regained her composure... for the most part.

The odd one was pulling Jerry, spouting mostly nonsense as usual.

"Where's he trying to go?" she asked. She remembered he was the one who brought up the hospital, in an unusually clear moment for him it seemed.

 

"You come hospital now...Jrrr....it help with head so no aliens spew out of it," Grell said, "They have alien killers."
Grell turned around and stared at the others.
"Last chance....you come and fix yourself after the thems attack you those....come and make the aliens go away out of your body and there is bathrooms for those who have bathroom needs,"

 

"Well, we're going to need medical supplies," Jerry said, trying to keep Grell from pulling him over. He looked at Sarah with a silent plea in his eyes. "It might help if we had a doctor so we'd know what the hell we're doing."
"We're going to go whether anyone else comes or not, after food, medical supplies are the most important..." Grell kept tugging on his arm. "No, wait just a second," Jerry told him. "Um, yeah. Med supplies are needed."

 

it help with head so no aliens spew out of it," Grell said, "They have alien killers."

"Oh," she said, finally getting it. She looked around to see if anyone else did. "He needs his meds."

 

"I had an inkling," Jerry said, trying to keep Grell from pulling him out the door.
"Well? Is anyone coming with? Or are we going to have to go it alone?"

 

"He needs his meds."
"No," Grell said.
Grell stopped struggling for a second, it was true he needed his meds, but he also was talking about something else. He turned to Jerry and poked his bump on the head.
"Aliens live in there, its a head egg...you have to cure all his head eggs and make the aliens leave or else they'll spew out," Grell said, "Come Jrr...no more waiting, I don't want to die by the thems...I want to die by my mistakes."

 

He looked at Grell talking. Grell and Fitz... Fitz and Grell. He was annoyed with the two. And Jerry was just as silent as one could possibly be. Jake was gawking at Sarah from a distance. Hopefully she didn't catch him peeking at her. Hell, hopefully she didn't catch Dirk peeking at her. He turned away casually. Acting lessons? Never. He was a natural talent.

"Where's he trying to go?"

Dirk put his arm around Kaeila and walked the two of them away from Fitz.

"He can be part of one group. One group that ISN'T ours. And then our group can go back to school. I say we take the doctor, cuz she's hot, and they're already goin' to the hospital anyways."

 

"Ah."
Jerry felt the lump on his forehead. While he was sure there weren't any aliens in it, he probable should take care of it.
He replayed Grell's words in his head. "I want to by my mistakes"
'What the hell does that mean? learn by his mistakes? Or die by them? Well, whatever he means, Grell is an enigma.'

 

She yawned as Dirk steered her away from the group once more.

Kaeila looked at him, but had no energy to wiggle out of his grip as she usually would.

"He can be part of one group. One group that ISN'T ours. And then our group can go back to school. I say we take the doctor, cuz she's hot, and they're already goin' to the hospital anyways."

The school itself wasn’t going to be a good hold, not if those gunshots they’d heard earlier were any inclination.

“Yeah, sure,” she said. “You can do the persuading. Try to get the car while you’re at it.”

 

Grell let go of Jerry. This emotion he felt was coherent enough. He just let his emotion roll over him because he needed to be able to clearly think for just a few moments.
Just enough, this emotion at least cleared his head enough like his meds. He grabbed Dirk by the shirt and dragged him into a light pole. He pointed his gun at Dirk's face.
"You think you are the only person who has the right idea...you want sacrifice your goddess that you hide behind be my guess, but when I am here you aren't sacrificing anyone," Grell said, "You aren't going to put people's lives in danger just because you are jealous, or showing off what you got....or showing off you have any power....get off your high horse and think more properly."
Grell let go of Dirk. The emotion that had rushed through his body simply vanished as quickly as it came back on. He grabbed Jerry's shirt.
"You can continue letting your job get in the way of treating a jerk like a baby or maybe you should use your job and take more charge and direct him to the better way," Grell said, "Then it shall snow on the sun."

 

“Yeah, sure,” she said. “You can do the persuading. Try to get the car while you’re at it.”

He was nervous when she hadn't wrestled from his grip. Then his shirt was grabbed by Grell, and he went into a lightpole. Kaeila started to move forward, but Dirk held a finger up to pause her. Then Grell's gun was flashed in his face. Dirk still held his finger up.

"You think you are the only person who has the right idea...you want sacrifice your goddess that you hide behind be my guess, but when I am here you aren't sacrificing anyone," Grell said, "You aren't going to put people's lives in danger just because you are jealous, or showing off what you got....or showing off you have any power....get off your high horse and think more properly."

Dirk let the words dig in. Grell was half-right, but he didn't know Dirk's kindness was what had Grell, Fitz and the others in better standings. If it weren't for him, the others would have to fight zombies on their own, or get killed trying to enter the house. When Grell let go, he grabbed Jerry's shirt and said something to him. Once he turned Jerry loose, Dirk punched Grell in the face.

"I don't even care about the words... I hit you cuz you put a gun in my face. Can you understand THAT, or are you back to the crazy sh*t?"

 

Jerry watched Kaeila as she talked with Dirk in the corner. She looked like she hadn't slept for days. Her skills had been invaluable, but he knew if she continued to be pushed like she had, she would be too fatigued to do anything. But now was not the time for anyone to sleep. Not surrounded by zombies in a possibly breached school.
Grell slammed Dirk into a wall and pointed a gun at him. Jerry blinked, completely shocked. Grell glared at Dirk and spoke to him, his voice an inaudible hiss.
Jerry moved towards him to stop him, but figured it was probably for the best.
Grell stepped back and grabbed Jerry's arm again.
"You can continue letting your job get in the way of treating a jerk like a baby or maybe you should use your job to take more charge and direct him to the better way."
Jerry was aghast. He realized that they needed to work together, yet seeing Dirk put in his place was a little satisfying.
Grell continued, "Then it will snow on the sun."

Jerry paused, then said, "Right. Well, we're going now."

 

Grell grabbed Jerry, too fast for her to react. Not too fast, she just wasn't paying attention. She was too slow.

"S***" she said. There was nothing she could do, she couldn't grab the gun from a crazed man's hands.

But just as quickly as he started, he let Jerry go. Her body relaxed again. She felt like sinking into the floor.

She shook her head and looked at Dirk, a simple 'sorry' in her eyes. She wondered if he'd even trust her now, now that he'd been so close to getting shot.

 

Grell let Dirk punch him.
"If she really care for your safety she wouldn't let you make stupid mistakes like dying," Grell mumbled and whispered to himself.
He recovered quickly from the punch and continued to direct Jerry towards the hospital. Jerry reminded Grell of his roommate and Grell didn't want to see someone that resembled someone so close get severed in again. To watch his friend turned against him, the person who had always helped. He was coherent enough with emotion swarming through his body that he could tell what he was thinking.
Tears welled up from his misdirected eyes.
"Why is it just survive and die? Why is it hunt or be hunted? Why is it kill or be killed?" Grell said, "Why do we always have to watch the others were love so much change in front of us? Why is it always us who has to kill those who have changed?"

 

"Why is it just survive and die? Why is it hunt or be hunted? Why is it kill or be killed?" Grell said, "Why do we always have to watch the others were love so much change in front of us? Why is it always us who has to kill those who have changed?"

"S**t happens," Fitz said with a shrug. "Why so serious? You were better off crazy. I suggest you pass on the meds. We wouldn't want you putting a shotgun to anyone else's head, now would we?" He applauded. "And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why I maintain a healthy dose of insanity."

 

"Why is it just survive and die? Why is it hunt or be hunted? Why is it kill or be killed?" Grell asked, despair in his voice. "Why do we always have to watch the others were love so much change in front of us? Why is it always us who has to kill those who have changed?"
Jerry saw tears in his eyes, but pretended not to notice. He had never been good at comforting someone. He had always tried to use humor to brighten up someones day, but he couldn't think of anything humorous about today.
"Well..." Jerry hesitated. "I don't know. But I do know this, and I hope you can forgive me if this sounds like a pep talk from a sports coach." He couldn't tell if Grell had smiled. All he could see was the back of his head. "But all I know is we've all gotta rely on each other if we want to make it through this mess. I know it's no Gettysburg, but that's what I think."
Jerry caught sight of a trickle of blood dripping from Grell's nose from Dirk's punch. "Let's fix that first, though," he said, pointing at his nose. "Then we can worry about the rest."

 

Dirk realized that the latter choice of his question was the answer. Grell went on talking to Jerry and then he started crying. Dirk shook his head, because he really could have shot the man when he didn't get shot, but it wouldn't have felt right. The killer of this situation was somehow, Dirk was made to be the evil one. Whatever.

Kaeila looked at him with a regretful look. She might have thought he was angry by the look on his face, but the look was because his kindness is so easily forgotten. She made her way over to him.

"Dirk, I'm..."

"Don't even worry 'bout it," Dirk interrupted her.

He walked away.

 

"You think cause I have a touch of loose marbles that I cannot feel anything, that I cannot sense anything....these fairies are real, these fairy kings are real," Grell said, "We have to go to the fairy kingdom to be safe, there is were the roses bloom ice petals and the world seems far more off so then this one."
Grell closed his eyes for a moment to get a glimpse of the world that he was knew was here somewhere.
"The fairies have shown it to me so many......oh there is such a shiny piece of tinfoil on the chicken's glove,"
Grell noticed the red dripping from his nose.
"Oh look cherry syrup, does this mean I can gas cars now,"

 

"Let's just stop the bleeding..." Jerry said. He didn't know what to make of Grell. On one hand, he had best intentions and was always helpful, though msybe not in the best ways (i.e. Dirk), but on the other hand, he was bat-#### crazy.

 

"I always thought people had well of cherry syrup...I knew it must have been true," Grell said, "On television when I use to watch it you would see this red stuff all over the place...they were having cherry syrup wars and I always wanted to know how I could get my cherry syrup to come on out."

 

"...all I know is we've all gotta rely on each other if we want to make it through this mess. I know it's no Gettysburg, but that's what I think," Jerry said.

"Four score and seven years ago, I stopped givin' a f**k," Fitz said. "And it's been smooth sailin' ever since." They just didn't seem to be getting it. It's the f**king zombie apocalypse! Who gives a d**n about all this 'stick together and look out for one another' bulls**t!?

"I fight for glory," he said. "I fight for honor. I fight 'cuz I'm Mutha F**king Fitz McGee and these bitch-@$$ zombies ain't got s**t on me." He sparked his lighter, pulled out a can of aerosol, and ran out the building, spitting fire like a dragon. "Excelsior!!!"

 

Jerry watched Fitz running around the building and marvelled at how he had managed to survive this long.
He turned back to Grell. "Well, you see, it's not supposed to come out," Jerry said, trying to find a way to convince him bleeding was not good.
"I'm no doctor, but I've heard that if it gets too low, the faeries won't be visible anymore."
Jerry winced, realizing how stupid he sounded. He watched Grell, praying to Xenu himself that Grell wouldn't be insulted.

 

"The fairies told me its cherry syrup, but now that I think about its not very sweet," Grell said, "Now my nose hurts I wonder why....might have been that skillet from this morning."
Grell stared at Jerry.
"Jrrr...friends?"