"No, its way to early! I need sleep!" Alan could hear his brother yell, so he replied "Shut up Edgar I'm trying to sleep here too!"
"Stop moaning Alan!"
"I`m not, idiot!"
"Then why is there groans?" Edgar asked angrily as he shot up out of bed ready to stake his brother.
"I don`t kno-" he was cut off by a very disturbing demonic growl.
"Edgar, please tell me that was you."
"No, but look its coming from outside." Edgar went to the window and pointed to their lawn which was covered by, well cannibal people.
"Hey Edgar,"
"Ya"
"Did you like our dog, you know, Kassi?"
"Of course, she`s our dog, why?"
"Um, she is gone bro."
"WHAT!"
"Look." Alan pointed to a shedding dog trying to eat someone's leg.
Edgar went and looked, "Fuck man, I loved that dog, I bought her with my own money." He started crying. "Hey dude its gonna be ok, lets get dressed and try to stop this crap." Alan tried to comfort Edgar.
They both got their combat gear on and found some weapons (about 12 grenades, 7 smoke bombs, 2 pistols with 8 boxes of ammo, and 3 snipers with 34 boxes of ammo, and their stakes).
Edgar tied his lucky red bandana on his forehead and they were ready.
"Let's kill these bitches!" Alan said enthusiastic. Edgar noded and they ran outside using the pistols to the heads.
After they had killed all 14, Alan asked, "What are these things?"
"I think these guys are zombies."
"What the hell…"
Then they grabbed their bikes and rode the comic shop. It was surrounded with about 20 zombies which Edgar used the sniper and Alan used the pistol.