"A concert?" Dave looked up at his Bro from behind his sunglasses. "That's right, little man. I heard this cool band I thought you might like." Bro smiled down at Dave, trying to convince him to come. "Sure, what band?" "Foxy Shazam." Dave tilted his head a bit. He recalled hearing a few of their songs on the radio. "Cool." He managed to reply. Bro smiled even wider. "Get ready. It's today, downtown." "Okay." He kept his vision on Bro as he left Dave's room and closed the door behind himself. Dave looked down at his baggy t-shirt and boxers. "... I guess I'll get ready..." He thought out loud before getting up to change.
An hour later, Bro put on a jacket by the door of their apartment. "Come on, Dave!" He called out. "Coming, Bro!" Dave yelled back as he tied his shoe and grabbed his jacket. He leaped out of his room and ran down the stairs. Bro opened the door and stepped aside. "Let's hit it, man." Dave stopped just in front of the door. He fixed his hair, caught his breath, pulled on his jacket, and strode out of the door. Bro scoffed as he closed the door behind him.
Dave's shades were no match for the sun's light, so he found himself squinting out of the car window. He watched the buildings rush by and the people walking on the street. He thought it was strange that some unpopular rock band would play in an old theater in the middle of the day, but Dave didn't think much of it. It was quality time with Bro, and God knows it's been a while since he's gotten any decent amount of time spent with him. Bro was usually off doing god-knows-what, so Dave usually just locked himself up in his room.
Before he knew it, Dave found himself in front of the theater. It towered over the parking lot like a shadow over an ant. The only thing that concerned him was the lack of other cars. They were literally the only people there. He didn't even see a tour bus, but he assumed that it was parked in back so that the band could avoid crazy fans. "Come on, little man. Let's get rollin'." Bro smiled over at him from behind his pointy shades. Dave looked back and gave him a single nod as he moved to follow behind him. "Guess we're the first people here?" Dave said despite the inevitable answer. "Sure looks like it." Bro replied as chipper as possible. Dave exhaled a little.
"We're all set, little man." Bro turned from the admission booth to Dave, handing him his ticket stub. Dave took it and examined it in his hand. You could see the "Y ZAM" where the band name had been cut off. He gave it an amused smile as he followed Bro into the dim auditorium. The stage was bare. No banners, signs, amps, instruments, anything. He gave the emptiness a weird look before turning to look at Bro. "Isn't anyone setting up?" "Maybe we're earlier than I thought." Bro replied with a puzzled look. After a minute or two of awkwardly confused silence, Dave turned to look around. "I have to take a major piss." He said out loud as he began looking around for the bathrooms. "Don't get lost!" Bro called after him. "Sure thing." Dave called back. He tried not to tell Bro about the creepy vibes this place gave him.
He finally found the bathrooms and managed to take a piss in peace. As he was leaving the bathroom, he started hearing these wierd noises. They sounded like an animal grunting. They were coming from a room across the hall. He pressed his ear against the door. He heard more grunting, but now he could hear something else. He couldn't quite put his finger on it... Was it... a squishing noise? He couldn't contain his curiosity, so he cracked the door open. It was a bedroom, rather big. There was only a few thick rays of light shining from behind the curtains that lit the room enough for him to see. But he wish he couldn't. In the middle of the floor, he could see a man eating the body of a woman.
He gasped and clasped his hands over his mouth. His eyes went wide as he staggered backwards. He bumped into the wall behind him as the door slowly began to open. The man came out, small and skinny. He had a hunched back and wore shredded clothes. His skin was greenish and decaying. Blood and puss seemed to ooze out of him. He opened his mouth and blood poured out like a waterfall. He pulled his hands up and let out a low moan, limping towards Dave. Dave sprinted out of the hallway, trying to remember which way the auditorium. He glanced back and noticed a couple more of the things following him. He breathed heavily, choking back yelps of terror. He finally found his way back to find Bro standing in the same spot. "Bro! Bro, we gotta get out of here!" Dave yelled and tugged at Bro's sleeve.
Bro looked down at Dave with a small frown. "What? Why, little man?" Dave looked up at him pleadingly. "There are these fucking creatures! One of them was eating some broad! I think they're fucking ZOMBIES, Bro!" Dave usually never lost his cool, but he had played Resident Evil and Left 4 Dead enough times to know that zombies are terrifying. "What are you-?" Bro stopped speaking and was staring at something over Dave's shoulder, mouth agape. Dave noticed and whipped around to see a group of zombies, lead by the first guy he saw. His heart sank at the sight of them, and he once again found himself holding back screams. He turned back to Bro frantically. "Bro, let's go!" He tugged at Bro's sleeve with more force. They both turned towards the exit, but there were more there. Every exit was blocked by them. "Good thing I snuck these in." Bro pulled two swords from the back of his jacket. "Why the hell did you bring those here?!" Dave took one and unsheathed it. "I dunno. But aren't you glad I did?"