The Main One

Fred was thinking about football. There wasn't much else he could do. He sure as hell couldn't play now, all his old buddies were zombies. Most of his fellow survivors were women, he couldn't play a good game with them. The two exceptions were Chuck and Cassandra, but Chuck was built like a twig and acts stoned even when he wasn't stoned, and Cassandra might have superhuman strength, but she didn't give a shit about football.

Just then, Cassandra entered the room. "Fred, report to the rec room pronto. It's time all of us have a meeting."

"Sure, not like I'm playing football ball or anything..." Fred moaned as he followed her.

In the rec room, everyone was already there, crowded around the pool table. Fred stood next to Rose who smelled funny. According to Sadie, she had smelt funny long before the apocalypse.

Everyone looked at Cassandra waiting to be told what to do, everyone looked to her as the leader from day one.

"As you all know, we have been running out of food and supplies, we need to act now, instead of waiting until the last possible day. We need to take a mission outside"

Everybody seemed to clam up a little. They knew she was right, but the very idea of going outside was insane.

Nobody was objecting, so Cassandra continued, "We're taking a trip to...