I found it really cliche that I woke up to the delicious smell of breakfast. Mason, Enoch and I had all slept in the house that night, and Mason insisted that he was in a separate room than me. So Enoch slept on one of the beds in one of the bedrooms upstairs, Mason slept in the master bedroom, and I slept on the couch.
(Before you think badly about Enoch and Mason, I would like to tell you that they had insisted on letting me sleep in the master bedroom, but I passed because I REALLY wanted to sleep on that couch. It was very fluffy and comfy!)
I slowly stood up, groaning a little as I did so. I walked over to the smell. It was, of course, coming from the kitchen.
“Good morning, Kira!” Enoch greeted. He and Mason were over at the counter cooking some eggs.
Mason grabbed some plates and walked out of the kitchen to set them on the table. Then he came back to get some silverware.
“That smells good.” I sighed. It had been a long time since I had eggs for breakfast, zombie apocalypse or not. “Sleep well?” Mason asked. “Yeah, that couch was…” I stopped. Surely Mason was just asking me if I slept well on a couch… but something in his tone of voice told me that there was more to it than that.
“What’s going on?” I continued. Enoch and Mason exchanged a guilty look. “Well…” Mason started, obviously stalling. “We just thought, with all of the stuff happening recently, it would be nice to treat ourselves.” Enoch explained. “Mason woke up first at around seven, I woke up a few minutes later on my own.”
“Why didn’t you wake me up?” I asked Enoch. “Because you were asleep.” Mason rolled his eyes as he said so. “You thought we would make you wake up early with all that’s been happening? Enoch and I woke up on our own… we were waiting for you to, too.” Shrugging, I accepted that excuse and grabbed some salt and pepper to put on the eggs.
Enoch had been stirring them the whole time, and my mom had taught me the trick to having a good amount of salt and pepper on eggs. I walked over to the stove and eggs. They were sizzling. I started sprinkling in some salt. Enoch stopped, and looked at me confused. I made a stirring motion with my hand. He nodded and continued.
I cranked the pepper and a few pepper things fell in. I stopped after two more cranks and glanced at Mason. He was in the fridge, rummaging around. Seconds later he pulled out some milk and left the kitchen. Enoch then slowly lifted the pan up off of the stove. I grabbed a hot-pad and set it on the table next to a plate. Enoch followed me slowly out of the kitchen and into the dining room. He placed the pan on the hot-pad and all three of us sat down at a random chair that occupied a plate, fork, and cup of milk. Then we looked at each other awkwardly.
Saying a quick prayer in my head, I started eating, followed by Mason, then Enoch. We ate happily and quickly. The eggs were so filling and warm. When I finished my plate, I drank my milk and looked up at a clock as I did so. It was 10:42. “How long did I sleep in for?” I asked, Mason, putting my cup down.
“That depends…” He stalled. “Sleep in like school wake up? Or when we woke up?” He gestured to himself and Enoch. “School time. 6:00.” “Oh, then about… 4 hours…” Mason said, like he was daydreaming. “Dang it.” I said. I was hoping to wake up like I used to, but I guess that with all of the things happening, I stayed up late and was very tired.
Mason and Enoch finished eating. Enoch looked outside. “No zombies as far as I can tell.” He said. “I suggest we leave.” “LEAVE?” Mason yelled. He was in the kitchen looking through the fridge.
“How do you know that there aren’t any zombies?” I was on the floor, looking through my bag. Mason stomped into the living room and walked up to Enoch. A glare on his face was made of seriousness and anger.
“What got you all hyped up?” I asked him. “What if zombies are right around the corner? What if we leave and then get lost?” Mason went on and on. Enoch was more confused than I was. He and Mason were table neighbors one second, and yelling and ducking the next.
“What’s up?” Enoch said quietly.
I stood up.
“We all could get killed.” Mason said. He was calmer now. I looked outside. There were no zombies, or signs of zombies for that matter. Strange I thought. The zombies were there a minute ago. They left flesh stuff everywhere, and it was all gone.
“Enoch,” I said. “Notice that all of the zombie flesh that was there earlier is gone.” Enoch looked outside. “You’re right.” He said. Mason looked outside. He didn’t know that that stuff was gone. He had other reasons, but he stuck to the most recent discovery. “See!” Mason said. “Who would just walk around in the middle of the night and pick up rotten flesh?”
Enoch looked at Mason. “Sorry,” He apologized. “I didn’t notice that before.” Mason stepped away from Enoch, and Enoch took a large breath of house air, like he was suffocating under Mason’s breath. “You’re breath stinks!” Enoch gasped. “When was the last time you brushed your teeth, dude?”
Nope, correction, Enoch WAS suffocating under Mason’s breath. “I don’t know, ever since the Apocalypse?” Mason replied. Has it really been that long? I thought. I looked outside again. This time something caught my eye. It was shiny, like a cheerleader’s PomPom. I looked to the left, and then to the right. Suddenly, Mason and Enoch were looking at the open door.
Mason ran out onto the porch. “KIRA! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” He shouted.
I ran over to the thing I saw earlier. It was dead-center in the road. I picked up said thing and raced back to the house. Once I got inside, I looked at the thing. It was long, like a stick. The PomPom ribbons were at each end, and the pole itself was covered in white and red stripes spiraling upwards.
“Are you INSANE?” Mason shouted. “You could have gotten us all mobbed with zombies!”
I ignored him.
“But she didn’t!” Enoch said. “She saw something and felt it was important enough to pick up! That’s common sense!” “More like death cense!” Mason snapped back. The two argued.
I looked at the stick closer. Flipping it over, I saw a hook on the opposite side of the pole. It looked like it connected to something. I looked at the ends. Through the PomPom ribbon I saw a string. Pulling it out, I noticed that there was a card connected to it.
‘Mr. Christensen. Year 2017-2018. Awarded to 9th Grade.’ It read.
“Hey!” I shouted over to Mason and Enoch, who stopped arguing. “Check it out!” I motioned them to come over, and then showed them the stick. I then held out the card and let them read it. “Isn’t this the cheesy stick you get when your grade wins the obstacle course?” Mason asked. “Yeah,” Enoch said. “But I don’t think it was cheezy to the 9th graders. They finally won that thing.”
He picked up the pipe and flipped it over to the hook. “That was never on it when we got it last year…” Enoch said.
He handed it to Mason, who examined the hook closely, obviously exaggerating his work as he did so.
“Hmm, MmHm…… mmmMMMmm!”
I rolled my eyes as he put on his show. “I think this hook was put in by someone!” He concluded, standing up straight and proud… trying to look heroic. I laughed a little and took the pipe back. This reminded me of the blueprint I had picked up about two days ago…