Karen, the Over-excitable

Daily Prompt: “Today, you will write about the most interesting person you’ve met in 2014. In your twist, develop and shape your portrait further in a character study.”

The pounding thumps of undead fists on the nearly broken wooden door hammer their way into my skull as I look at the two refugees I just picked up along the way to safety. Karen is a tall, slim woman with curly hair that bounce just above the top of her neck. She is sitting against the stone wall across from me with her head in her lap. A man, who I assume to be her husband has his arm around her trying to comfort her. “It’ll be alright Karen, that man’s going to help us survive this mess.” Her husband says.

“Okay, Jerry. Okay, I know.” Karen says back to her husband. “The man is God-sent.”

“Your Christians?” I ask.

“Pentecostals, actually.” Karen answers as she stands up. “What are those things?”

“Zombies, I’d assume.”

“They’re freaking creepy, that’s what they are!” This lady’s nuts. “So, do they, like, eat brains and stuff, like in the movies?”

“What brains, Karen?” Jerry asks, trying to be funny. He is standing against the wall now.

“Oh, shut up Jer-bear!” Karen playfully hits him across the chest with the back of her hand.

“Careful where you put your hand, Scot might appear from nowhere and think we are having sex or something.” Jerry says.

“I know right!”

“Who’s Scot?” I ask confused.

“Oh he’s our neighbor.” Karen answers. “He’s a bit of a loon.” He’s the loon? I think to myself.

“I’m hungry. Let’s look for some grub.” Jerry says to Karen.

“Good thinking babe!” The couple leave me alone with the zombies just outside the door, and somehow I’m okay with that.

“What did I get myself into?” I whisper just loud enough for me to hear. The thuds on the door become louder, and more horrific as the time passes. I haven’t heard any sign of the two love-birds in awhile either. I push myself up from the wall to go check on them. As I take a step deeper into the small cellar we reside in a fist flies through a piece of the wooden door, sending splinters straight into the dirt ground underneath it. A small shimmer of light falls in the same spot. I back farther away from the door until I am against the stone wall on the far side of the room. The undead hands continue to fly through the door when a loud crash comes from the room behind me.

“Sorry!” Karen yells from the other room. “I’m okay, I just fell! It’s dark in here, ya know?”

The zombies are now fully through the door and beginning their creepy walk towards me. I wield my black pistol from it’s holster and aim it right between the eyes of the first zombie, the killzone. I pull the trigger, and after an empty click, nothing happens; I am out of bullets! I sheathe my weapon again and this time I wield my baton. I charge towards the invasion but I stop when I hear a bang from behind me. Then another, and another. Three zombies fall to the dirt instantly. The bullets come rapid-fire now, most missing their targets but some finding flesh. After what seems to be two clips of ammo the bullets stop coming and the invasion is defeated.

“I found a gun!” Karen yells excitedly as she walks into the room. “I don’t know how to use it, but I found a gun.”

I look up at the excited woman, who is now dancing across the room. “Give me that.” I say as I take the gun from her hands. “What are you doing anyways?”

“My happy dance!” She stops dancing and now looks at me as if I’m the crazy one. “You mean to tell me you don’t have a happy dance?”

“No, I don’t”

“Everyone has a happy dance! I wanna see your happy dance tomorrow, no if and’s or but’s”

“Whatever you say, Karen. Let’s just get out of here.”