Around the building, everyone was doing different things. Susie was still picking at her teeth, but was bowling at the same time. So far, she had gotten almost all spare's. On the far right of Susie, near a corner, was Ralsei and Lancer. They were in what looked like a ball pit, and right above it was a small window that you could see shrubs and bushes out of.
    Ralsei has visited Little Haven Bowling before, and this ball pit he was in, was known as the forbidden ball pit. Only staff members or really little kids on their birthday could get in here. What was better, was that the ball pit had little surprises.
   It's been said if you look through the ball pit and find the right ball and open it, you will find 50 dollars! Apparently some dude who worked here put it in one of the balls, and everyone's been trying to find it ever since.
   At least, that's what Ralsei heard from the stories that have been told. He's dreamt of getting in here to find it. Guess the apocalypse was actually good for something after all!
   Ralsei and Lancer weren't exactly talking about that rumor though. It was something much more important.
   "You ready?"
   "Hit me with one!" Ralsei said confidently. Lancer threw a blue ball at Ralsei, thinking for a minute.
   "Rosanna Pansino!"
   "Wasn't she already a zombie in the 2017 rewind?" Ralsei asked, scratching his head as if that's help answer the question. "Anyway, I'm sure that Matt came to her rescue. They're practically brother and sister!"
   "Makes sense!" Lancer agreed.
   Ralsei threw a red ball at Lancer, thinking of another person now.
   "Ariana Grande!"
   "Lives, one hundred perfect! She has been through so much, the universe practically owes her! She's had, like, 7 ex boyfriends? That's a lot, so the universe AT LEAST needs to keep her alive!" Lancer claimed. "Thank you. Next!"
   "Ayyy!" Ralsei finger-gunned him, Lancer did one back with a smug expression across his face. Lancer threw a yellow ball at Ralsei this time.
   "Trisha Paytas!"
   "Really liked her mukbangs, but honestly I think she'd been turned the moment it started," Ralsei answered honestly, looking down with a tear in his eye. "She probably was the first one,"
"She has, like, a huge car though! Don't you think she could just ride her self out and too mukbang heaven?" Lancer asked, raising an invisible eyebrow as he crept deeper into the balls.
"Let's be honest, she probably would but once it breaks down, the zombies are gonna get her. They always do somehow,"
   Ralsei threw a green ball at Lancer, already knowing his one.
   "Will Smith,"
   "'If I controlled rewind, I would want Fortnite and mark a** brownie'!" Lancer imitated. Ralsei immediately began cracking up.
   "He probably got bit by Marquez Brownlee himself!" Lancer joked, fiddling around with the balls. "Honestly though, he probably got bit. Still in all his Prince of Bell Air glory, though! Dude's cool either way! Even with YouTube rewind and all that!"
"Right!"
   Lancer threw a ball at Ralsei this time, he also had one that he knew he was going to say the moment he got in here.
   "Zac Efron!"
   "He probably is still alive, he doesn't even need a weapon! He'd do just as much damage punching a zombie than shooting it!"
   Ralsei threw another red ball at Lancer, thinking of a youtuber this time.
   "How about Jackie boy? Jacksepticeye?"
   "If he dies, my JackxMark OTP is gone forever!" Lancer whined, smashing his hand onto the balls. "Heck no! He will not die! That is a cruel thing to even think about! All the fan girls would protect him anyway! Dark and Anti are fine! Jack is fine! Mark is fine! They're both fine!"
   "Alright," Ralsei cooed, laying farther into the ball pit. Lancer threw a ball at Ralsei again.
   "Hmm...Shane Dawson!"
   "Probably making another documentary as we speak! Although, he isn't very fast or athletic...then again here we are!"
  "Still though, Shane is way to scared to deal with a zombie apocalypse!"
  "Yeah, I think so too. Probably bitten by Trisha out of anyone. Or maybe Tana?"
  Ralsei threw, once again, another red ball at Lancer.
  "Anyway, what about Cardi B?"
  "Probably lodging shoes at the zombies, still alive and I like it like that!"
  "Ayyy!" Ralsei ginger-gunned him again, Lancer gave another smug expression as he stood up and bowed down.
  "Thank you! Thank you!"
   While Ralsei and Lancer continued deciding who would be a zombie or not, Noelle was doing something a bit less fun. Hiding in the bathroom.
   No one cared for her, or talked to her, or even noticed her! She felt even more embarrassed even being in the presence of everyone else, their eyes eventually looking over at her and then saying to themselves, I wonder what her problem is. But the worst of it all, every time she looked at Susie, she blushed. She couldn't handle being with them, she just couldn't. Not like they cared.
   She paced back and forth from the sink to the door, thinking of anything to get rid of the idea that they hated her or that she might possibly have a "thing" on Susie. Anything that could get her mind off would help.
And no, hearing two idiots arguing about whether Jake Paul could possibly get bitten was NOT going to help.
   "Hey," came a voice. Noelle looked up to the door, to see Susie. Blushing from embarrassment, her whole face turned pink. She slowly turned towards a brick wall on the other side of the room.
   "What are you doing hiding in the bathroom?" Susie asked.
   "Uhm...hiding away from the rest of the world, I guess?"
    "Why would you need to do that?"
    "It's...complicated stuff,"
    Susie ran the tap, letting the cold water wash away the blood on her hands. She splashed some on her face as well, before turning the water off.
    "So you have just been here walking around?"
    "I guess, yeah," Noelle looked up at Susie, her eyes twinkling. "I mean, how else to spend the last moments of your life? Walking in a bathroom while the world falls apart in front of you. Seems perfect way to go for me."
    "So you've always been a loner, huh?" Susie rhetorically asked, leaning back against the wall. "Don't worry, so have I."
    "You actually have people who like you!" Noelle argued. "No one likes me! The only people who did are now walking around the streets, brainless."
    "People who like me?" Susie frowned, looking into Noelle's eyes. "The first time I got a friend was today!"
    Noelle scratched her arm, now she felt embarrassed and sad.
   "Sorry, it's just that you're like the super cool girl who protects everyone, then there's me. The smart girl, who barely anybody cares about. Who people use to get benefits,"
   "I'd beat the living hell out of someone if they were to use you for 'benefits'!" Susie threatened, raising a fist to the air. Noelle laughed, if only she was there when it happened...
  "Anyway, I'm sure you got some things in you that would make you cool!" Susie affirmed, looking up and down Noelle's body. "Tell me, what's the coolest thing you've done?"
  "I mean, as in solving a hard math problem or...?" Noelle asked.
  "As in something like, doing a brave thing, or...doing a brave thing!" Susie explained, looking almost triumphant at her sentence. Seems like that was the smartest thing she could say.
  "I mean...I once watched It!"
  "That's a start!"
  "But I didn't really get past the first 15 minutes,"
  Susie facepalmed, letting out a huge sigh. Noelle looked away in disappointment in herself. Susie looked back at her, determined to keep her happy.
  "Well, hey, you've done something brave now! You survived a group of running zombies in a mall!"
  Noelle's face lit up in realization.
  "I guess I have!"
  "See? THIS is a first step to being cool! Grow your ego to the point that even zombies will cower in fear of it!"
  "Wait what?"
  "Nothing! I said nothing!"
  "Wait, but you just said—"
  They both froze, their eyes widening. There was a groan. They both heard a groan, somewhere in here.
  "What the heck was that?" Noelle whispered.
  "It sounded like a groan. And a groan, equals a zombie,"
  "It has to be in one of these stalls!"
  Susie and Noelle slowly tip-toed forward, looking at the stalls around them. There were 5, the last one reaching the end of the room. Each one was closed.
  Susie stepped forward, leaning on one leg, before whacking at the first stall door with her left leg like she was a black belt karate master.
  Nothing was in it.
  "Keep going!" Susie instructed. Noelle slowly peered through the next one. Nothing in it as well.
  "Wait, doesn't the creature or person in the movies always end up in the last stall?" Noelle asked. They took a brief moment to look at each other, blinking quickly, before walking down to the last stall and opening it up.
  Inside was a person, most likely a zombie, leaned over on a toilet. Their back was exposed to the two, and slow groans exhaled from where it's mouth would be. It was impossible to recognize who it was, since they couldn't see the face. But they could see her drooping arms, and could see a pair of bright yellow gloves, stained with blood, on each hand.
  "Old cleaner taking a sh** on a toilet. What a terrible way to go," Susie told Noelle, who's face scrunched up in disgust.
  "Thanks for the unnecessary replay, Susie!"
  Susie laughed, and got her axe out, ready to smash it down onto the thing's skull. When it looked up at them. It was an old woman, her eye's red and dull. A bite mark right on her forehead, and her arms reaching out to them as she slowly got up. Susie tried taking swing at her, but the zombie was to quick. It managed to get up fast enough, and grabbed hold of the weapon. It's teeth ready to bite down into her skin.
   "Susie!" Noelle shouted, running up and holding the zombie back. Both of them held the zombie's arms, trying to push her back into the stall. It wasn't that easy, though. She kept pushing back, and even managed to drop Susie's weapon on the floor from her hand.
   "For a dead cleaning lady, she's pretty strong!" Susie joked. She kicked the zombies shins, causing the zombie to fall down onto the ground. It wasn't just out yet though.The zombie still grabbed onto Susie's arms, and leaned forward, just about to bite into it.
   "Get away from my friend you filthy monster!" Noelle screamed. She punched the zombie hard in the face, almost breaking it's nose. The zombie arched it's back, before the head landed into the toilet bowl. Noelle ran forward, fueled by rage to try and kill the thing that nearly bit her possible crush. She ran forward, and grabbed the seat. She took in a deep breathe, before slamming the seat onto the neck of the zombie.
   Then again, then again, then again and again and again and again. She kept going and going, blood spraying onto her face and the walls of the stall. Even Susie was slightly scarred from the amount of blood that sprayed and how Noelle kept going and going. She didn't stop until she could see the head bobbing up and down in the water, severed from the neck.
   Even with the head severed, she could still see it gnawing at the air as it rotated in the bowl. The walls were streaked with red, and Noelle's little furry cute face was covered in blood. The water in the toilet was no longer blue, but deep dark red. And the toilet seat too.
   Noelle slowly turned around to Susie, completely scarred from what she just did. Susie slowly clapped her hands, still in disbelief.
  "I didn't think it was possible to get more brutal than me. But you did it. Congrats,"
  "Does this make me cool?" Noelle asked, her voice cracking from the terror of smashing a zombies neck.
  "If by cool you mean mentally scarred, then yes,"
"Y-Yay..."