Through the jungle, Dixie was swinging high in the trees jumping from vine to vine feeling the breeze flow through her muscular furry body and her long blonde hair flowing in the wind. She always take off her hair band just to feel the full effect of the wind in her hair. She was on her way to Cranky's for something that she needed that he may have for her to borrow. She was humming a tune and dancing on a few branches along the way. When she got there, she noticed something strange. Cranky's door was wide open, and he never leaves it open especially when he is in the house by himself. Dixie went in with caution thinking that maybe King K-Rool was in there causing chaos. When she moved the door slightly, it broke off its hinges and fell to the ground. She walked in looking around for Cranky Kong, but she did not see him. The crystal coconut was glowing like it always has so no Kremlings out to attack. She heard his television come on by itself and Cranky's chair faced towards the screen.
"Ah! Hey, Cranky. There you are. I was wondering if you have a hammer I can borrow. I really need it because I'm making something for Squawks later on," she told him. There was total silence. Cranky didn't say anything at all. Dixie scratched her head. She heard some growls coming from that chair. "Um...are you okay Cranky? You sound sick," she asked slowly. The chair turned with a squeak, and Dixie saw Cranky sitting in his chair groaning deep. His body looked shriveled up and bloody. His eyes were not longer useful as they were rolled back, and bleeding. He looked ferocious. Dixie jumped back with fright.
"Cranky?! What happened to you?! You look like a...a."
Cranky growled showing his bare yellow teeth with dripping saliva. He got up and walked over to her slowly with his hands reached out in front of him. Dixie was backing up towards the door. "What the heck happened to you? Cranky? Can you hear me?! Cranky! Come one. I know Halloween is just a few weeks away, but seriously, get a grip!" Cranky got a grip alright. He grabbed Dixie by her shoulders and pulled her close to him. He licked his lips and opened wide. Dixie quickly pushed him away.
"Stop it already! This isn't funny!" She hollered. What she did not realize was that Cranky wasn't joking. He isn't always the fun type like everyone else. Cranky was a zombie. Not the one you would want to go trick or treating with. He charged at her with full force. Dixie Kong grabbed one of his beakers, and slammed the glass in his face, and ran out fast. Cranky trailed behind with ease. He couldn't see her. He could only hear. Dixie was running at full speed. She stopped to catch her breath.
"Cranky is a zombie? Couldn't be. It could have been a practical joke. Then again, he isn't the fun type. The stench was real, and they way he looked would make you want to puke." Dixie had to go warn the others. So first she went to her little sister's place to see if she wasn't what she saw just a few minutes ago. Tiny's door was opened too when she got there. Dixie went in with a branch just to be safe. Tiny's place was a mess. Her stuff was scattered everywhere. There was broken glass all over the floor. Blood was on the counters, and the walls with claw marks on it. Dixie's heart started to race when she noticed Tiny's beanie hat, and clothing on the floor with blood stains.
"No! No! Those bastards got my sister! They killed my sister!" A hand reached out towards Dixie's shoulder. Dixie yelled out loud with fright. She turned around sticking the branch out at the zombie. Only it wasn't a zombie. It was Tiny. Tiny had tears in her eyes, and her body was shaking with fear.
"Tiny! Thank goodness you are safe. Are you okay? What happened in here?"
"I don't know, Dixie. I was in the shower until I heard some banging on my door. I looked out the bathroom and they...they pushed my door open. It was awful," Tiny sobbed softly.
"And then what? Tell me, please," Dixie asked her. "What did they look like?
"They looked like...our friends. Cranky, Donkey Kong, Diddy, Funky, Candy...all of them were these stinky monstrous zombies." Tiny paused for a moment and started crying loud. Dixie wrapped her arms around her sister to comfort her. "They-they were coming to attack me," Tiny continued on while sobbing as she placed her head against her sister's breasts. "They were trying to kill me. I tried to fight them off, but they were too strong. So I hid under the bed until they left. I was so scared! I was so scared, Dixie!"
"Shh. It's okay. I'm here now. Just calm down. It's okay." Now Dixie knows that there were some major trouble lurking around the jungle. Their friends had turned into zombies, and they were wrecking everything around the area. What could it be that is causing this horror? Dixie did not have time to sit down to answer these questions off the top of her head. All she know is that she had to get her sister and herself somewhere safe as possible before those zombies came and gobble them up like a snack.
