It was a brisk morning in the simpsons house, not a single person was awake, well almost everyone. Downstairs in the kitchen was homer simpson digging through the fridge
for a beer. He moved containers and food inside the fridge and reached in the back to take out a bottle of beer. As he was about to open it he heard a scratch at the door.
He would slowly walk towards it, his heart beating fast as he put his hand on the door and opened it. Outside his door was Herbert Powell his brother holding a cellphone against
his ear. He closed the phone and looked at homer with a frightened look and he said " HOMER YOU GOTTA HELP ME ". Homer looked at his brother's pleading eyes and he
stepped aside saying " alright just come inside and have a seat BUT DON'T TOUCH MY BEER". Herbert thanked his brother and wobbled inside sitting on the couch shaking .
Homer sat next to him patting his back and drinking his beer. "So Herbert what's the problem? OH NO DON'T TELL ME THEY'RE NOT SELLING DOUGHNUTS ANYMORE" screamed
homer. "What!? No u moron it's something more important than some dumb junk food" said Herbert. "Now listen here! If ur gonna stay in my house ur gonna respect my love
for junk food SO DON'T DISRESPE-" HOMER SHUT UP THIS IS IMPORTANT" said herbert interrupting homers rant about junk food. " Listen...i was walking on the sidewalk and i
saw a pale looking man so i walked up to him and he….he…"said herbert hesitantly " He took ur BEER!? " screamed homer. " What!? No! WOULD U STOP WITH THE BEER AND
JUNK FOOD ALREADY" he sighed and continued "anyways..the pale stranger grabbed my arm...and he...bit me". Homer looked at herbert with a confused look and said "so….do
u taste good? " SHUT THE HELL UP HOMER THIS ISN'T ABOUT WHETHER OR NOT I TASTE GOOD A MAN BIT ME HOMER A HUMAN BEING BIT ME" yelled herbert. " wow
herbert i'm sorry you must've been through alot but i assure you that i am here for you 100 percent" and that's when homer closed his eyes and fell asleep. "WAKE UP IDIOT "
homer opened his eyes and saw herbert standing there angry. "Oh sorry herbert i must've fell asleep" herbert looked at him with anger in his eyes and said " HOMER THIS
ISN'T THE TIME I THINK I'M DYING ". "dying!? How herbert? " said homer. "Well homer i went to the hospital and when i got there hundreds of people were dying from the
bites, it's the bites from these pale humans homer THERE INFECTING US". " ok herbert calm down i'll take care of this you just relax ok?". "RELAX !?" spouted herbert "I
CAN'T RELAX YOU FOOL DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND I'M GONNA DIE AND I'M GONNA TURN INTO ONE OF THOSE THINGS" he grabbed homer by the shoulders and shook him in
anger. Homer patted his brothers back again and said "it'll be ok i promise now why don't you just sit down and i'll wake marge up to make us breakfast". Herbert sighed and
said " homer you're an idiot you know that? I mean what KIND OF MORON DOESN'T SEE THAT HIS OWN BROTHER IS" herbert would cough mid sentence and fall to the
ground. " HERBERT ARE YOU OK!? " homer ran to him and picked him up setting him on the couch and herbert looked at him holding his hand and said " homer...i can feel it
happening….please….please homer...get ur family and leave….please….before i turn…..". " Turn into what? " said homer. "A….a….zombie…." and with that said herbert closed
his eyes and went into a deep sleep. Homer tried to shake him and wake him up but it was no good he was dead. He cried and looked at his dead brother lying on the couch
pale and deceased. Homer decided it was best to call 911 so he ran to the kitchen and grabbed the phone and while he dialed the number herbert got up. His eyes were
bloodshot his skin was decayed his mouth wide open ready to eat, he slowly walked to the kitchen and grabbed homers arm biting it. Homer screamed in pain and pushed his
brother down grabbing a chair and said " herbert dont make me do this to you…." . Herbet didn't listen, and jumped at homer trying to bite his neck. Homer grabbed herbert's
chin and pushed him back throwing the chair on him and smashing it on his head. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he saw his only brother dead in his own house, killed by his
hands. Homer grabbed a knife off the counter and stared at it knowing that this was the only way.
