Crazy Group- Anne

So off Wheels went, off to populate the earth with more humans. I decided not to be in the prison cells, why should I be? To hear Wheels with those two girls who apparently had tattooes in places that their skimpy outfits covered.

I picked up my crowbar and hurried up off. Maybe I could see Marge, so enjoyed my company because when someone pretty stood next to someone with extra meat on their bones, it made them look better. Marge was painting her nails with white paint she had found in the basement of the jail. She looked up and shouted, "Annie! Come over here my little nun!" I tried to look annoyed, but the truth was, she was really my only living friend left. Alley was nice enough, but I felt like I was just troublesome to her. Shaggy didn't like people, but accepted my company because I brought ammo.

Marge stood, her breasts bouncing as if they were made from jello. I often wondered if they were fake and that's the real reason they fired her... but she might have just gained weight in her chest. She seemed like the type to be fortunate in physical aspects. As always, there was several men around her, fawning over her. She put her arms around me and kissed my forehead and then unzipped my sweater. She leaned on me, turned around and said, "Hey boys, this is my gorgeous friend Annie. She's the smartest woman around and is VERY flexible. Anyone want to get us some water?" The guys herded around as two others rushed off. The men started talking to me and I felt embarrassed. I did yoga, but I knew they had clearly misunderstood... or maybe I did.

"Marge, we should get some sun. We wouldn't want your tan to fade." I said loudly, and Marge walked towards the stairs, her hips swaying and her long hair flowing behind her. She blew a kiss at a tall man that was leaning on the bars of a cell. He almost fell over. Marge, the master of getting whatever she wanted from men. And some women...

I followed her, glad to be away from the cells. I was about to zip up my sweater, but she grabbed my hand and whispered, "If you want to be protected from the virus, you have to make some of these guys fall for you! They will protect people they love first." I nodded, though the idea disgusted me. It was true, the zombies were getting closer to knocking down the fences. Even with Shaggy shooting them and everyone else attempting to kill them all. We even had people in the sewers that would fill them with rocks, used ammo cases that couldn't be recycled.

Of course we still checked it every four hours. It was originally every two hours, but now we didn't have enough people to do that. I looked out, and saw thousands of zombies surrounding our prison. Food was not scarce because the prisoners who used to be here had planted a garden and there was enough canned goods to sustain our small numbers for at least another year. We also had missions to go out. We would go out in groups of 8, and return with 6. The Crazy Group has never really lost anyone. We go out, and we always come back. Sometimes we fail our mission, but most of the time we return with treats... books, candy, clothes, bottled water and once we returned with a large television, DVD player and about 12 movies. I had lost my locket on that trip, but everyone was so excited they never asked why I was upset.

Inside the locket was a picture of my parents. They had died in the first wave of infection. I was working that night, but when I returned home, they weren't alive.

Marge kissed a man quickly and whispered to him, "You're my favorite." And he hurried off to find her a warmer blanket for the night. I breathed out and when we were alone I said, "You say that to every man you're alone with!" Marge giggled and said, "It works though." I sat beside her as she stripped down to nothing but a thong and she began to tell me about the joys of sex. It wasn't as though I had never been with a man... it was just that now, all the men who would have liked me were dead. Of course I never let on that I had slept with anyone because she would have tried to pry every detail out of me. So, I pretended to be shocked at the idea.