The Games Played

"Jesus Christ, you're killing me Lucy!"

Lucy picked up the gun she dropped. "Sorry Jules!" Lucy reloaded it and blasted at the monster rushing toward them. The two of them stood back to back as they shot at the growing crowd of creatures surrounding them. Jules swore as her weapon stopped firing, and started cracking it onto the creatures skulls.

"Great, great, we're dead!" Jules laughed hysterically. "We might have survived if you could stop dropping your weapons!"

Behind her, Lucy was clawed in the chest, and dropped dead. Jules sighed and stopped firing, succumbing to her demise.

Jules dropped the control on her bed and fell backwards. "You always die first!"

"And you're always right after." Lucy grinned and checked her phone. "I gotta go. Got a club tomorrow morning."

"Want me to drive you home? It's kinda dark."

Lucy waved her off. "It's not a far walk, plus the weather is nice tonight. I'll see you tomorrow!"

Jules waved and turned back to the screen. She regretted how she said goodbye to Lucy. Not even saying a word, not looking at her face.

Because Lucy was gone, and Jules was always right after.