Fic: Zombie... Za-ahm-bee... Zombies...
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missmara13Originally a Comment Fic I wrote for a Prompt Meme I did. Now with a title and spellchecking! Yay for spellchecking! lol
"Zombies? Seriously, we're looking for zombies?" Nathan asked.
"That's the idea, talk loudly, maybe it'll get them to come to us," Dean replied.
"Right, shutting up," Nathan muttered.
Summer snickered, and Ryan sighed, rolling his eyes. "Grow up," he hissed at Nathan and Dean. "But please, remind me why you dragged the three of us with you, Dean?"
"The only other time I've dealt with zombies, I had one person as backup, and he tripped over the zombie, breaking his arm. I'm hoping with a team of four, we can take the zombies out first. Because I really don't wanna become a zombie."
"You just like saying zombie," Summer accused.
"It's a fun word," Dean said in his own defense. "Zombie... za-ahm-bee... zombies..."
"Good thing you just call yourself an expert hunter, not professional," Ryan muttered.
"And I think they prefer the term living dead," Nathan added, trying not to grin as Ryan stared at him in annoyance.
Summer snickered again. "Ryan, stop taking things so seriously, I mean, come on, we're hunting zombies in a cemetary, don't you find that the least bit funny?"
"We'll see if you do when you get bit," Ryan replied.
"Someone's grouchy," Summer said.
Ryan sighed and took several steps away from the group. "Alright, zombies, come eat me so at least I can hope my ears will fall off so I don't have to listen to them!" he yelled.
~~~
"Good plan," Dean said later as the group limped out of the cemetary, a ring of dead zombies left in their wake and all four members of their group alive and unbitten.
"Shut up," Ryan replied, putting just a little more of his weight on Dean, both because his leg hurt like hell from where Nathan had accidentally SHOT him, and because he personally blamed Dean for dragging them into this.
"Remind me never to let Dean plan the group outing again," Summer said with a sigh as she pulled the first aid kit out of the Impala's trunk so she could start trying to patch up Ryan's leg. "Someone always gets shot."
"Or set on fire," Nathan added.
"Don't forget tied to chairs to be sacrifices," Ryan said, glaring at Dean again.
"That was once!" Dean protested, easing Ryan down to sit in the back seat. "And I said I was sorry!"
The End
"Zombies? Seriously, we're looking for zombies?" Nathan asked.
"That's the idea, talk loudly, maybe it'll get them to come to us," Dean replied.
"Right, shutting up," Nathan muttered.
Summer snickered, and Ryan sighed, rolling his eyes. "Grow up," he hissed at Nathan and Dean. "But please, remind me why you dragged the three of us with you, Dean?"
"The only other time I've dealt with zombies, I had one person as backup, and he tripped over the zombie, breaking his arm. I'm hoping with a team of four, we can take the zombies out first. Because I really don't wanna become a zombie."
"You just like saying zombie," Summer accused.
"It's a fun word," Dean said in his own defense. "Zombie... za-ahm-bee... zombies..."
"Good thing you just call yourself an expert hunter, not professional," Ryan muttered.
"And I think they prefer the term living dead," Nathan added, trying not to grin as Ryan stared at him in annoyance.
Summer snickered again. "Ryan, stop taking things so seriously, I mean, come on, we're hunting zombies in a cemetary, don't you find that the least bit funny?"
"We'll see if you do when you get bit," Ryan replied.
"Someone's grouchy," Summer said.
Ryan sighed and took several steps away from the group. "Alright, zombies, come eat me so at least I can hope my ears will fall off so I don't have to listen to them!" he yelled.
~~~
"Good plan," Dean said later as the group limped out of the cemetary, a ring of dead zombies left in their wake and all four members of their group alive and unbitten.
"Shut up," Ryan replied, putting just a little more of his weight on Dean, both because his leg hurt like hell from where Nathan had accidentally SHOT him, and because he personally blamed Dean for dragging them into this.
"Remind me never to let Dean plan the group outing again," Summer said with a sigh as she pulled the first aid kit out of the Impala's trunk so she could start trying to patch up Ryan's leg. "Someone always gets shot."
"Or set on fire," Nathan added.
"Don't forget tied to chairs to be sacrifices," Ryan said, glaring at Dean again.
"That was once!" Dean protested, easing Ryan down to sit in the back seat. "And I said I was sorry!"
The End
