A/N: This story is inpired by a "Gamebang" video I watched where they destroyed stuffed animals as punishment for losing, and Lasercorn tore the limbs off a stuffed animal because he "forgot" to use the tools.
"He's gone,"Jovenshire said.
Sohinky lay bloodied and limp in Lasercorn's arms.
"No,"Lasercorn said,"No, just wait! Just a couple minutes, he'll be fine! You'll see!"
The zombies lined up at the door, the structure of the old house they were hiding in could only hold out for a short while untill they had to leave. And they were surrounded. Three of them, well two, surrounded by a hoarde of undead. Lasercorn set Sohinky down on an old couch, which spit up a puff of dust. Attacked by the zombies, bitten for sure. He touched Sohinky's hair.
"You're gonna be okay buddy,"He said.
Sohinky began to shake, and opened his eyes, which glowed white from the iris's. Jovenshire pulled out the pistol stashed in his pocket.
"Don't you dare,"Lasercorn shouted.
"He's too far gone,"Jovenshire said,"Sohinky is one of THEM now."
"No..."
"Look, I don't want this either,"Jovenshire said defensively,"But it has to be done. If not, he'll kill us both."
Lasercorn closed his eyes and jumped when the gun fired. The bullet went through zombie Sohinky(Zohinky?)'s brain. Blood and brain matter flew, getting all over Jovenshire and Lasercorn. Lasercorn found a tarp nearby and covered Sohinky's body with it.
"Goodbye, my friend,"He said.
Jovenshire was in tears, mourning over their zombified friend. Lasercorn was not crying, he seemed too upset to mourn. The fire, the anger burning inside him, was as bright as his orange hair. They killed his friend, killed him. He would avenge Sohinky.
"Bastards,"He said.
Lasercorn went to the door and headed outside.
"What the hell are you doing,"Jovenshire snapped,"Get back in here! They'll kill you, are you crazy?!"
"Stay here,"He answered,"And no matter what you hear, DO NOT COME OUTSIDE."
With that, Lasercorn went outside and closed the door. They tried to attack him, that was their mistake. He was angry, at them, at Jovenshire, at everything. The rage pent inside of him exploded. He ripped the heads of the first one. Another one, he tore the limbs off the zombie. He tore them apart, one by one. (They were easy to rip apart because their bodies were decaying.)
When Lasercorn was done, he went back inside the house, where Jovenshire had been watching out the window, jaw dropped.
"What the fucking hell just..."
Lasercorn picked up his survival bag.
"I forgot the gun,"He stated.