Luke King (notanecromancer) wrote in summerview, @ 2019-03-07 16:04:00 |
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Luke hadn't been intending on going shopping again for a while, but Mickey's text message had sort of stuck with him and the lingering humiliation that he had, once again, fucked up at being an adult, the thought that someone had worried enough to take a photo and share it had also made him feel guilty. He should probably apologise to Mickey's abuela when he had a chance. Having Gabe in the house had helped some, but since Gabe didn’t eat normal food Luke’s eating - and now sleeping - habits had continued to be weirder than the norm. He’d pinged Mickey another text message asking if he was feeling up to babysitting a failure of an adult at the grocery store and through a series of text messages that had somehow resulted in a challenge to go in the middle of the night so that if they ended up getting kicked out, Gabe could come and get them, they’d headed out of Summerview and towards AC, hitting Walmart’s doors at just gone 2am.
Which was a stupid time to be going shopping (in more ways than one, it was a misnomer that there were more dead people out at night than during the day but they were certainly more obvious about it since they didn't have the living milling about to distract Luke from who was and wasn't alive and it was sometimes easy to ignore the guy with half his head missing if someone was wearing clashing patterns and colours but in the dark standing in the middle of the road it took everything in his power not to fucking swerve off the road and he wasn't driving home, fuck that) and as Luke leaned on the handle of the cart, they headed into the depths of a store that looked like it had survived a zombie apocalypse only slightly unscathed. Tinny music was playing over the speakers but Luke couldn’t work out what it was even turning his hearing aid up a little, so he gave up on that, figuring that as long as he could hear Mickey he didn’t really need to hear whatever shitty elevator music was pouring out of the speakers of Hell as they descended into the depths. A solitary employee emerged with a mop and a bucket, a haunted, dead look behind his eyes as he tracked them without moving his head. Luke diverted the cart a little and gave Mickey a look that was supposed to say if he eats us it’s your fault. Nudging Mickey gently in the side, he huffed out a breath. “So, tick one off on Walmart Bingo. Zombie employee. Try not to get bitten, I’m pretty sure magic can’t cure zombification.” He cleared his throat. “You got the list?” |