Little Red Hooded Slayer
[WP] Little Red Riding Hood, The Big Bad Wolf, and the lumberjack all have to put their differences aside when they hear the moaning of the undead outside the cabin they’re in.
“My, what big teeth you have,” says the red hooded girl.
“All the better to—” The door bursts open. “Yelp,” cries grandma as she pulls the covers over her snout.
The red hooded girl orients on the door, a stun gun at the ready. “Jack,” she says. “What are you doing?”
“We’ve got company Sarah. Training is going to be a little more life and death this go round.”
Grandma’s eyes suddenly fall on the stun-gun in Sarah’s hand and her wolfish eyes narrow. “What’s going on here?” grandma asks, pulling the covers from over her snout. “What do you mean training?”
“Sorry wolfie, ole boy,” Sarah says with a mock apology. “You’re helping me get stronger.”
Jack approaches a window and pulls back the curtain. “Did you bring anything lethal?”
“Well of course not. I keep my grenades in my other picnic basket. Why would I need lethal?”
Wolfie pulls the bonnet from his head, curls his claws over his snout, and closes his eyes. “All this time? You’ve just been using me for—for training? Those times I almost had you…was any of that even real?”
“Sarah, Wolf, we don’t have time for any of that right now.” A thump collides with the window. Jack back pedals away, axe in hand.
“Spill it Jack,” Sarah says. “What’s out there?”
Jack levels his eyes on her and says one word. “Zombies.”
“You’re shitting me?”
Wolf growls and stands abruptly, then throws the bonnet on the floor. “You two have been playing me all this— wait, did someone say zombies?”
“Here,” Sarah says, tossing the stun-gun to Wolf. He fumbles it before securing it. “You know how to use that thing?” She doesn’t wait for a response as she kneels in the floor, pulling the cover from the basket and tossing bread aside. Wolf grips the weapon with both hands as he leans to look over the bed to see what she is doing. She pulls a panel from the bottom of her basket and removes a pair of silver pistols. She pulls back each slide in turn to chamber a round, checks the magazine capacities and resets the mag before lifting her skirt to check the extra magazines tucked into her garter. Jack and Wolf exchanges glances and Jack just shrugs.
“I thought you didn’t bring anything lethal?” Jack asks.
“Are you kidding me? Where do you think the boy scouts got it from? I’m always prepared. Let’s get out of here before we’re surrounded. Oh and Wolf—” Wolf jumps and fumbles the stun-gun again but recovers his grasp. “Don’t eat them. We have no idea what ingesting them would do to you and I’m not keen on fighting an undead Big Bad Wolf just yet.”
She walks past Jack as she leaves the room. Wolf’s shoulders slump as Jack offers an apologetic shrug, then beckons Wolf to follow.