Who: Rylee and Zack Where: Finnegan's, a bar in Boston What: Drinks When: 7pm tonight Rating: PG most likely
Rylee had been antsy to see Zack. But she knew he needed time. She couldn't stop replaying his death over and over again in her mind. How was it that fucking zombies didn't give her nightmares, but a random, normal death did? Because how could it even remotely make sense that he could survive fucking ZOMBIES and then die so pointlessly? That's not how his death should have been. If anything, it should have been as a last stand, one of the last living creatures in a world swept by undead... Or at least not because of a stupid fall. Not even precipitated by the undead.
And she hadn't been able to stop it.
The redhead already had a drink when she saw Zack enter the bar. She didn't wave him over, just waited until he finally spotted her, and kept her eyes on him the entire, her face almost expressionless. She couldn't decide what she wanted to do: punch him or kiss him. So she did both. Soon as he was standing next to her, she punched him in the arm, and then waited only a second before leaning up to kiss him. And then she sat back down, still watching him, like nothing had just happened.