A person flew through the skylight and rolled on the table.
He held a bloodied machete with a flamethrower-ish thingy on it.
A few other people fell in and fell flat on their face.
The man all butchered those people.
All those innocent people!
Freddy had to do something!
Freddy stormed over the man and tried to grab him.
The man just vaulted over him.
How dare he!
Freddy kept trying to catch this man, but he dodged every swipe and grab.
"Bear thing." The man spoke.
"Stop."
Bonnie tried to sneak up on the man.
He seemed tob e aware and when Bonnie was about to attack.
He grabbed Bonnie's arm and slammed him into a table.
Freddy tried to grab this man and he vaulted over Freddy again.
More of those people were falling through the shattered skylight.
Freddy noticed something terribly, terribly wrong with them.
The eyes.
The sclera was reddened.
Oh, the warts.
OH THE WARTS.
Freddy punched one of those ZOMBIES in the face.
It fell to the floor.
The man stomped onto it's head, showering both Freddy and the man.
"Gee, we make a great team.." The man said.
"My name's Kyle Crane." 'Man' as Freddy called him, spoke.
"Nice to meet you Kyle, My name's Freddy."
Freddy turned behind him
"Alright, gang! WAKE UP!"
Bonnie, Chica and Foxy all awoke.
"Kyle, Bonnie."
"Bonnie, Kyle."
"Chica, Kyle."
"Kyle, Chica."
"Foxy, Kyle."
"Kyle, Foxy."
"We need to go." Kyle said.
"Follow me."
He climbed through the spotlight.
The others followed..
And stepped into the war-torn, plague-devastated streets of Harran.