The old amusement park stank of rust and mold, but also of old memories. It seemed abandoned until Jordan saw a person standing in front of the map. She suddenly felt uneasy. They had the hood of their sweatshirt pulled up and their hands in their pockets. The person suddenly turned around and pointed a gun at Jordan's face. It was a girl. "Hey, I'm unarmed," Jordan said, holding up her hands.

The girl pointed to the ground next to her with her free hand. "Toss your bag over here." Her voice was kind of deep but still had a feminine ring to it. Jordan nodded, taking off her book-bag and tossing it over to the girl's feet. She lowered the gun and began digging through the bag. Jordan shoved her hands in her sweater pockets. She smiled when the girl pulled out a notebook and began flipping through it. "You draw? Hm." She put the notebook back in and zipped up the book-bag. "You have nothing. Not even a pocketknife."

Jordan shrugged. "That's what I said, right?" She calmly walked over and picked up her book-bag, knowing the girl was staring at her the whole time.

"That's pathetic."

"Lost all I had. I had a camp, with a few other people. They stole my weapons and most of my food and left in the middle of the night." Jordan held out her hand. The girl flinched. "I'm Jordan. Nice to meet you."

"...Alena." She didn't shake hands with Jordan. Instead, she took off her hood, revealing long, dark brown hair tied back in a ponytail. "Last name?"

"Don't have one."

"Hm." She turned back around and stared at the map. "Go away."

Jordan stared at the back of Alena's head. "I used to come here all the time with my parents." She looked up at the remains of a roller coaster. "I remember a lot of throwing up and eating crappy food and ice cream." When Alena didn't respond, she stepped up beside her, sighing loud enough to be almost comical. "That was my favorite ride," she said, pointing to a faded part of the map labeled The Twister. "It would go up a really high hill, then speed down faster than you could believe. There were tons of loops and corkscrews."

"Did you come back for nostalgia?" Alena said with a biting tone.

"Nah," Jordan replied, running a hand through her short curly hair. "I came to see if I could find anything like a weapon, honestly. Or maybe a teddy bear." She let out a short laugh. "How old are you?"

"Don't know."

Jordan frowned, bringing a hand to her chin. "Well, I'm fifteen. I won't be sixteen for another year. I'm keeping track of the days in my notebook."

"Why are you talking to me?" Alena snapped, her fist tightening around her gun. "Do you have people watching? Because if you do, I'll kill them all."

Jordan held up her hands in surrender. "Whoa, now. I told you: I'm alone and I have nothing. But I wouldn't mind being alone with you." She laughed. "I'm kidding. But it would be nice to get to travel with someone else. Someone who can hold their own."

Alena stood silent, staring at Jordan in disbelief. "You're ridiculous."

Jordan liked Alena already. Even though she was rude, she looked pretty strong. At least, strong enough to defend herself. "Yeah, but I'm smart. So? Or are you already traveling with someone?"

"No. I'm not traveling with anyone," Alena said, looking back up at the map. "There'll be supplies in here." She pointed to a cluster of diners. "There should be, anyway. After that, we will never see each other again. Do you understand me?"

Jordan nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah! Yeah, totally! Okay," she said, grinning. "Awesome."

They walked away from the map together and headed in what Alena perceived to be the general direction. As they walked, Jordan talked up a storm, describing what the park looked like before and how often her family went. Each ride they passed gave her another opportunity to tell Alena what she missed out on. "Oh, this is The Twister!" She ran forward towards the remains of the gate. A sign lay on the ground, covered in dirt, rust, and mold, but it was easy to see the name of the ride and a picture of a tornado on it. "This line would take forever to get through but I'd always ask my dad to go on it at least three times."

Alena looked up at the rickety frame of the old roller coaster. "I never liked roller coasters," she stated before walking towards Jordan. "It doesn't look too amazing."

"Well, most of it broke, I guess. Do you want to go up with me? Maybe there'll be something up there." Before waiting for an answer, Jordan sped off, leaping over collapsed railings and pieces of wood. Alena followed hesitantly.

Jordan ran until she tripped and landed on the ground with a thump. Looking back, she felt her heart stop beating when she saw what she tripped over was a half eaten body. Alena caught up and gave the body a disgusted look. "I don't think it's alive. I kind of tripped over it," Jordan said, slowly standing back up.

The body looked like it was once a young man, older than Jordan. He was wearing a blue shirt and jeans. She couldn't decipher what color hair he had. It was covered in blood and mud. "Darn. He was probably really handsome." Jordan walked up to the corpse and knelt down. "Maybe he has some ammo on him."

Alena pointed her gun. "Are you retarded? What if it's not dead?" She exclaimed.

"Nah. I'm sure he's down for the count," Jordan said, reaching a hand into one of the pockets in his pants. "Half his brain is gone, dude. Chill."

"What decade are you from?" She asked as Jordan looted the man. "Who calls people 'dude' anymore?"

"You sure ask a lot of questions for someone who didn't want to hang with me," Jordan commented. As she stood up, the corpse suddenly lunged, mouth gaping wide. She yelled out as she lost her balance and struggled to hold its head away from her face and neck. Gunshots rang out and blood splattered on Jordan's face. The other side of its face was blown to pieces. Jordan spat as she sat up, shoving the corpse to the side. "Holy shit. Thanks," she said, breathing heavily.

Alena stood frozen, staring at the corpse. "Did you get bit?" She asked quietly, not lowering her gun.

Jordan shook her head, holding out her hands. "Nope. I'm good. I smell gross, though."

Alena sighed and put her gun down. "You're a child," she muttered, reloading her gun.

Jordan stood up and wiped her face with her sleeves. She didn't respond. Instead, she kept walking towards the entrance to the ride. This has happened too many times to count: one of the undead decide to stop being actually dead and tries to attack her. She was sick of having to depend on people. If Alena hadn't been there, she would most likely be dead.

When they arrived at the dinning area, Alena sighed at the sight. Tables were over turned and most of the buildings were boarded up. Bullet holes littered the underside of most of the tables. "Well, shoot," Jordan muttered, stretching her arms up. She jumped when Alena's gun appeared in front of her face. "Whoa, whoa. What the heck are you doing? I wasn't being serious!"

Alena stared wide-eyed, her focus darting back and forth in a frenzy between Jordan's stomach and face. "You're bit! You lied to me!" She shouted, pointing the gun at Jordan's stomach.

Jordan lifted her sweatshirt and exposed the raw flesh. The bite was blue and purple, and muscle could be seen in the holes from the teeth. "I...I was bit a few days ago. That's why those people stole my stuff and left."

Alena held up the gun shakily to Jordan's head. "You're bit. You lied to me. I have to kill you." Jordan nodded after every sentence.

"I feel fine, actually," Jordan said, letting go of her sweatshirt and clasping her hands in front of her heart calmly. "Can we just keep an eye on it or something? I don't feel sick."

Jordan backed up when Alena put the barrel of the gun against Jordan's head, in between her eyebrows. "No. I can't let you live. You're going to become one of them." Alena cocked the gun. "I'm not letting you kill me."

"Okay." They stared at each other in tense silence for what seemed like a long time. Alena slowly lowered the gun before abruptly turning around and dropping the gun on the ground next to Jordan's feet. "What?"

"You were looking at me."

Jordan shrugged and glanced around at the buildings. "So you're gonna give me another day?"

Alena didn't respond. Instead, she began walking stiffly over to one of the few diners that didn't have boards hastily nailed up in front of the door. "We can smash a window."

Jordan jiggled the doorknob and shoved her full weight against it. The door moved a little, and with some more effort, it opened enough to squeeze through. "We can get in here. Well, you can," she said bitterly. "I can't fit through there. Move whatever is blocking it so I can get in."

"I'm not any skinnier than you are," Alena said, but she started to push through the small gap between the door and it's frame.

Just as she slipped through, Jordan lifted up her sweatshirt and squished the fat that hung over the top of her jeans. She frowned. "All this running around and I still can't lose any weight," she mumbled, fixing her sweatshirt back into place. As she waited, she could hear the thumping and scraping of things getting pushed and thrown aside. Soon enough, the door swung open and Alena was on the other side, wiping her hands off on her jeans.

"I'll check the back. You look around in here."

Jordan started whistling as she ducked behind the counter of the small diner. "Tell me about yourself," she called back, pulling out a small box. "Do you have siblings? Are you smitten to anyone?" When Alena didn't respond, she sighed and began rifling through the box. Inside was a pocketknife and empty packages. "Well, I found a pocketknife." As she started pulling out another box, Alena cried out and a thud echoed through the doorway into what Jordan guessed was the kitchen. "Hey, you alright?"

Alena didn't reply. Instead a squishy thunk resonated through the open door. Jordan peeked around the corner of the doorframe and stared as Alena yanked a butcher knife out of a corpse's skull. "Where's my gun?"

Jordan slowly walked in and scrunched her nose up at the smell. The decaying body stank of rotten eggs and molding meat. "I think it's still outside," she said, swinging her arm behind her in a general gesture. "I didn't pick it up. I don't do guns."

Alena stood up stiffly and held out the knife. "Here. This can be your weapon." A drop of blood dripped onto the floor in the moment of silence that followed her statement. "I'm going to go and get my gun."

"Okay," Jordan mumbled, taking the knife by the handle in between her thumb and first finger. "Hurry." She continued going through boxes inside the diner. One box had different types of ammunition and a few bags of chips. All the bags had old dates on them, but she slipped a few bullet packs into her backpack. She was in the middle of flipping through a magazine when a gunshot shattered the silence. Jordan stayed crouched on the floor until she heard Alena scream for help.

Running through the diner and the open door, she froze as a living corpse lunged towards Alena from behind and yanked on her hair, causing her knees to buckle. She could hear the empty clicking of the pistol before the crunch of bones and shrill shriek coming from Alena. Jordan rushed up to her and swung the butcher knife, lodging it deep into the corpse's head. It's jaw went slack and it fell down onto Alena, who weakly shoved it off. She held both of her hands tightly against her collar bone. Tears ran down her face. "Help me," she wheezed, blood seeping through her fingers.

"I want to," Jordan said, putting a hand onto Alena's. "But I can't."

Alena began to cough harshly, blood mixed with saliva flying out. "Kill me," she stuttered in between coughs.

Jordan stood up and grabbed Alena's gun. She dug one of the packs of bullets out of her bag and loaded the gun with shaky hands. After cocking the gun, she held the barrel against Alena's forehead and in between her eyebrows. "It won't hurt, I promise." She pulled the trigger and closed her eyes as the bullet tore through Alena's skull. She stood up stiffly and put the gun in the pocket of her sweatshirt. "I'm sorry," Jordan mumbled, sniffing and roughly wiping at her eyes. She went back into the diner without looking back at Alena's corpse.