Zoombini Zombies? Zounds!
Herbert opened the door slowly, careful not to cause any squeaks, which would surely attract zombies. He swooped his flashlight across the room, checking the corners as he entered.
"I think It's clear", He said.
His two friends, Lionel, and Prudence followed, carrying a large package of supplies with them. They were headed to a ferry, which would take them to Zoombini Isle, a veritable haven, or so it was said, filled with enough land to start the human race over again.
They boarded the ferry, and Lionel decided that he would be the one to attempt to pilot it, after Herbert injured his hand punching through some glass to get the ferry keys.
They had no guns, but had found a warehouse, filled with supplies, which they had camped in for a long time, until they were sure most zombies were left. The rest were taken out by their collection of axes.
Herbert had no idea what could be on zoombini island, but he hoped it would be different. He was right.
After a few hours, they spotted the island, and came in for a landing in a lonely cove. All was quiet, except for just a few animals out in the forest.
They came upon a horrible sight, however, an hour into the island.
(AN: There are three trolls in the harder difficulty levels.)
Three stump-like creatures roared in a clearing.
"Fleens? You're not Fleens. You must those damn Zoombinis!", One of them said.
"Get 'em, boys!", She shouted, and two more advanced out of the shrubbery.
Herbert started to back up, and pulled out his axe, but there was no need.
A horde of short, sphere-like monsters with bloodstains and holes in their rotting flesh rushed out after them, ripping and tearing.
The trolls disappeared under a pile of hundreds, and Herbert started running, grabbing Prudence's hand, and looking back at Lionel.
Lionel had his axe in hand.
"I'll hold them off!", he said, turning to face him, just as he was enveloped by the horde.
The screams were maddening.
Herbert turned around and saw that he was surrounded on all sides.
"SHITE!" He yelled, and started running.
He heard Prudence trapped back there, but he was in a rush of fear and flight.
The screams went on for hours, and Herbert ran off into the night.
This island was hell.