(A/N: This chapter is more of an introduction than anything else. It's short, but ENJOY! Also, if anyone has any suggestions for the title, it would be greatly appreciated!)

I was awoken by the sounds of dull thuds at the door. I shot up out of bed, grabbing the rifle my parents had me keep next to me while I slept. I still kept it there, solely out of habit

'Just in case,' they said. 'You'll never use it,' they said.

I spared a quick glance across the room to where my little brother, Ike, was fast asleep. That kid could sleep through anything. Tornadoes, hurricanes, the apocalypse...

That may sound like an exaggeration, but we are literally experiencing the apocalypse right fucking now. Those thuds at my door? Blood-thirsty zombies. Or brain-hungry would be more accurate.

I send a quick prayer up to a god I'm not supposed to believe in before going over to the window. Sure enough, three or four zombies are stumbling around outside my house, and a fifth is pounding stupidly at the door. I wonder if it was some kind of delivery person when it was still human...

I quickly brush these thoughts of these monsters being anything but... Well... Monsters out of my head. Softness gets you killed.

I open the window, pointing my rifle down at them. I get one right in the head-a lucky shot-and two more on the arm. The first one automatically drops down, even more dead than it was before. I hear Ike quietly sobbing. More likely a night terror than anything else. I aim my gun again, and manage to take out the delivery person zombie. The thudding on the door stops, leaving only the sickly moans of the three survivors. I manage to get one in the chest, and it collapses. This gives me a chance for an easy headshot. Three down, two to go.

The other two seem extremely confused as to what happened to their "friends", and are now just staring at the ground. Idiots, I think as I take them both out.

I put the safety back on the rifle, and place the rifle back besides my bed before going over to Ike's bed.

"Hey there, what's wrong?" I ask in a gentle tone, putting a hand on Ike's back. He's still gently sobbing, and I can tell he's trying not to. Despite the whole zombie apocalypse thing, Ike is still going through a "too manly for emotions" phase.

"N-nothing." Ike mumbles, keeping his head turned away from me. "I-I'm just tired. Leave me alone, Kyle."

I sigh, and start rubbing circles on his back. "Was it a bad dream?" I ask.

Ike nods in reply.

"Oh... Wanna talk about it?"

He shakes his head no. I decide to stay silent at this point, and continue comforting him, waiting for him to go back to sleep. I'm just glad he's letting me do this. Most nights he'll just tell me to fuck off, that he's not a baby.

Eventually, his silent sobs die down, meaning that he fell back asleep. I stand up, fixing his blankets, and go back to my own bed. I lie there, staring at the ceiling and thinking about whatever comes to mind until eventually, I, too, fall asleep.

Just an average Saturday night at the Broflovski residence, courtesy of the zombie apocalypse.