Chapter 1. the Beginning....
"Ana, how many times do I have to ask you to tuck your shirt in?" I heard Shane ask in a peeved tone.
Right away, the hefty Hispanic began to tuck her shirt in, only to reveal that she still was not wearing standard Chick-fil-A uniform by the lack of a belt.
Shane was the Director of Operations of both Longview Chick-fil-A's. Ever since the branch manager, Clayton, left on his grand opening tour, Shane was always around to make sure things stayed up to par. Although I approved of Shane, his management skills, and even his enjoyable sense of humor, I didn't like how uptight everything was while he was there. There was absolutely no texting on the job, not as much horseplay (although there is always a little at Chick-fil-A), and just higher expectations for sales and business overall.
Shane walked over to behind the counter from the drive-thru area, grabbed a tray, a box of four strips, and a parfait as he headed to the office to enjoy his short break.
"Monday, are you hungry?" the daytime supervisor asked one of my closest friends.
"Of course. I'm always hungry Matthew. I have a monster to feed." Monday commented back, referring to one of his limbs as he usually liked to do.
"Well, go on break." Matt chuckled
Monday Ramsey gathered his food and went to the back. Usually we took our break together and discussed ways to agitate our arch-rival Derris, the setup we were going to use at the front counter, and what our after work plans were. However, on this particular day, Monday had a dentist appointment early in the morning and was taking a later break. The management crew didn't typically send anyone on break between eleven and one considering these were the busiest hours of operation, but this particular day was awfully slow. I took a couple of orders and then went back to banter with Shane and Monday a bit. As I approached the office, I realized that Monday hadn't even started eating yet.
"I hate freakin' strawberries, dude. Whoever's idea it was to put them in parfaits was a very unsophisticated one. It was probably Derris, or one of his slave ancestors." Monday joked as he put together his own yogurt parfait, needless to say, without strawberries.
After chatting with him for awhile I walked back up to the front, where of course, it still wasn't busy. Shane was on the phone, Todd and Victoria were stocking (the Chick-fil-A reference to "doing nothing"), and Ana was chowing down on a few nuggets while the drive-thru was deserted.
After a few more minutes of insipidity, Todd grabbed a chicken sandwich and headed to the back. Somewhere in the dining room an infant was shrieking at the top of his lungs.
"Someone shut that baby up and make it eat its nuggets." I thought to myself.
"Ooooohh SON!,'' Derris exclaimed from his window position. This happened to be his favorite exclamation phrase. Whether it was because he was annoyed, had seen an attractive woman, or anything else that caught his attention, he used it quite regularly. "some woman just wrecked out here."
As I came to the window for a closer look I witnessed a middle aged woman staggering out of her Toyota Camry and run towards the front door of the restaurant. The way she moved was very unique but recognizable, nonetheless. Her distinct gait was none other than that of what I had killed so many of on Call of Duty: Black Ops. This woman was a zombie.
Without hesitation I hurried to the back where Monday was talking to one of the cooks. I grabbed his arm and drug him to the back door.
"Josh, what are you doing?" Shane asked, dumbfounded, with a half eaten strip in his hand.
"There's a zombie in the store. We gotta run or kill it."
"Come on man, you play way too much Xbo-."
That's all he could get out before a barbaric, vicious-looking Todd BonDurant jumped on top of him and sank his zombie teeth into the back of Shane's head. Blood from the operator's head leaked abundantly onto the floor. Without another word, Monday and I dashed out of the back door. We ran around the corner only to see that Monday's, as well as Victoria's car were victims of the zombie lady's car accident. Derris clashed through the front doors in a fast sprint as my best friend and I looked for another transportation option.
"Let me go with y'all, man!" Derris shouted.
It was too late though. The shrieking baby from inside crawled behind Derris and bit into his leg, taking him to the ground. We looked for any option to escape. After all, traveling on foot would not be a viable option after too much longer. Zombie versions of Shane, Ana, Victoria, Todd, Matt and a horde of Hispanics busted through the doors. At about that time a charcoal gray-colored Ford Mustang drifted into the parking lot from the loop.
"KEELAN!" we shouted simultaneously.
The car came to a halt directly in front of us. We ran to the passenger side, opened the door and swiftly deposited ourselves into the car.
"I'm glad I wasn't too late men. I was worried."
Monday and I exchanged puzzled looks at first but then we realized we were lucky to not be dead. Or worse, zombies.
"BD, Keelan."
"BD, sir"
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