Mad Peels Disease
BANG! Bill slammed the thick safe room door closed as Francis and Louis then began frantically pushing desks and other heavy objects to barricade it from the Infected. Zoey proceeded to sit down as she caught her breath. The Survivors had just escaped from a huge mob of normal Infected. Only thanks to a pipe bomb that Louis had found and Bill's quick thinking were they still alive.
"Phew. That was close." Louis said as he slid down the large metal desk he had pushed against the door. Francis checked how many shells were in his auto shotgun. The biker then withdrew a few extra shells from his vest pocket and loaded them into the weapon. "Is everyone alright?" Bill asked. "Yea." Zoey replied. Francis grumbled. "I got some god damn slime on my arm but I'm ok." Louis didn't respond. Instead he reached into his pants left pocket and withdrew a bottle of pills.
"Time for a little pick me up." He said as he then downed the whole thing. Bill looked over at Louis as he lit up his cigarette. "Taking too much of those is going to kill ya kid." Francis then chuckled a little. "He is probably gonna barf later." Louis merely sat there as his eyes zoned out. "I LIKE TEA AND CRUMPETS!" The IT guy suddenly blurted out. "CAPTAIN PINEAPPLE YOU MUST REROUTE POWER TO THE NEVRON ENGINES!"
As he said this he proceeded to stand up and aimed his assault rifle at a nearby stack of cardboard boxes and began shooting them. "SUPER PIE TIME KIDS!" The other three survivors were nervous about Louis's sudden change in behavior. Zoey cautiously stepped closer to him. "Louis...are you ok?" Louis slowly turned his head and with a wicked grin on his face said: "I like pickles! BWAHAHAHA!"
Francis groaned. "Louie cut the crap!" Louis grunted. "I am not this "Louie" you speak of…I am…GRADRONJ, DESTROYER OF HOT POCKETS AND THE PROTECTOR OF THE ANCIENT BOOK OF ULTIMATE MONKEY CURLING! Bow before me or prepare to be baked into people cookies!" The other survivors looked at him in disbelief. "Christ he's gone bonkers!" Bill said.
*Meanwhile outside the unbarricaded safe room door*
Trand the Hunter and Lucy the Witch were busy watching with amusement as one of the survivors became more and more insane. Lucy looked over at her Infected cohort. "I bet you five brains they knock the nutter out after he makes them go mad." Trand smirked. "You're on."
*Back in the safe room*
Louis shook his head then looked up at his comrades. "What? What are you all looking at? Shouldn't we keep moving?" Bill threw away his burnt out cigarette. "Well we would have if you hadn't gone all crazy-ass on us." Louis sighed. "I had the best daydream ever. I was on a yacht sipping Pina Colada's with some hot Japanese lady. It was awesome."
Francis rolled his eyes. "You went out of your freaking mind here in the real world. Anyways let's roll." Bill readied his assault rifle and looked at Zoey. "Open the door." The young woman nodded and aimed her pistol at the door sending her flashlight beam through the window and going straight into the eyes of a certain Infected…
*Outside the door*
Lucy turned to look at the door when suddenly a flashlight beam hit her in the eyes. "Oh crap here we go again...gonna kill. Better run Trand." Trand immediately booked it around the corner as Lucy let out a shriek. Raising her left hand she thrust it through the bars and into Zoey's neck.
*Back inside*
Zoey slumped to the floor, dead, as the witch ran away. Bill and Francis stared in shock as their friend lay slain on the cold cement. Louis merely sighed. "She should have listened to me. Like my friend always said: If you startle the witch she'll make you her bitch." END