Page 2 of How to Ruin Your Ex's Wedding
Tabatha curls her lean body into a ball before asking, “What are you having a hard time with, that he loves her that much or that her life wasn’t worth it?”
Pax hits pause on the movie and looks at Tabatha, shrugging his broad shoulders. “I don’t know. Both,” he says. “He should have just let her go.”
“Let her go? As in let her be eaten by zombies?” Tabatha asks.
TABATHA VOICEOVER: I’m shocked when he says this. I’ve always thought of Pax as more of a knight in shining armor, not a man who’d sacrifice women and children to save his own skin.
“Exactly,” Pax says. “But now he can’t because he’s dead. And it was pointless because she is going to die anyway.”
“You don’t know that—she could end up saving the world.”
“She can’t run for (BLEEP). She keeps looking back and falling down. She has no weapons. They’re going to catch her any second. No way someone like Mary is saving the world,” Pax says.
“Why? Because she’s a woman?”
“No, because she can’t outrun a bunch of idiot zombies. It would be like you trying to do the same. You’ve got a beautiful body, baby, but you and I both know your stamina is for (BLEEP).”
“You don’t think I can outrun the zombies?” Tabatha asks.
“Beautiful, Iknowyou can’t outrun the zombies. And I’ll be sad to see you go.” Pax smirks.
“Wait, are you saying you wouldn’t sacrifice yourself to save me in the zombie apocalypse?”
“Damn right that’s what I’m saying.” Pax points the remote to the TV to start the movie again.
Tabatha pulls his hand down. “Hold on a second.”
Pax looks at her and sighs. “Yes, dear?”
“Just to be clear, you would let the zombies get me and you would just keep running?”
“Hands down, babe. I’m the better choice between the two of us when it comes to the salvation of the human race by outrunning zombies.”
“And I’m dead?”
“Sad, but true.” Pax smiles.
Tabatha doesn’t smile back, instead narrowing her green eyes at him.
“Okay.” She draws the word out slowly. “I’m dead, who do you re-populate the world with? Since apparently you’re the only one who can save it.”
Pax shrugs again. “I don’t know. Some chick that runs faster than you.”
“Faster than me.” Tabatha pauses. “Do you even mourn me when I’m gone?”
“Ain’t got no time for mourning, babe. I’m zigging and zagging around the undead, carousing for female sprinters.”
“Seriously?”
Pax laughs. “Yeah, seriously.”
“Unbelievable,” Tabatha says.
“Oh, lighten up, you aren’t actually mad about this are you?”
“Yes, I am.”
“Jesus, Tabby. Come on.”
