So they enter Matt's office/weaponry and all of them are so excited that Mikey is scared because he really needs to go to the bathroom and he might piss his pants any second now and his thoughts are all like: "Zombies, bathroom, zombies, bathroom,"
Zombies...this is like, the best and worse news they've had in three months. The last thing was about Bob finaly getting all the sparkles out of the carpet after Mikey did his arts and crafts that he sends to his long forgot brother whove we've never met and whom he won't talk about every month. He's actually been working on paper mache thing but Bob isn't too happy becuse he gets glue all over the desk.
And the bad part is that they don't know exactly what they are up against. Usually they handled the rouge vampires and werewolves and the occasional demon that some satanic cult drew up because they too stupid and don't know shit, but never zombies. They actaully began to rule them out a while back along with unicorns, which there were skeptical of doing because afterward Mikey was really fucking sad.
But atleast they won't be bored and that has been their biggest problem for quite some time. So they see Matt giving Brain this gun thing and when they here them enter, Brian almost drops it and Matt wigs out a little but catches it and puts it on the table. They head towrds them.
"I looked at the sample, did you get the same thing I did?" Bob raised his one eyebrow. (The other got burnt off last week. The more you know.)
"That depends. What did you get , Frankie..?" Frank too raises only one eyebrow but he stiil has the other.
"Dead zombie, maybe...?" HIs voice gets high at the end of the sentance, questioning his own words. Brian drops his head and sighs. He doesn't seem nearly as excited as they were.
"Zombies?" Matt says curiously. Mikey nods furiously. Matt turns to Brian. "Are they serious?" He looks up at him, it takes him a few seconds till he nods. "Duuuuuuude," Matt doesn't seem excited either.
"What's wrong?" Frank asks. The both look at him sadily.
"I wasn't expecting this, we're not prepared." Matt nods to himself solmely.
"I don't have any weapons to take care of something we have no idea about. We don't even know how to kill." Bob shrugs.
"Pew,pew in the head dude." Everyone shakes their heads. Mikey tell him what every one knows.
"You know we can't go on movie ideas. It's not like we can be killed by silver bullets." You can here the audible *smack* from Bob putting his palm on his face.
"Guys, I've heard some rumors..."Brian looks up at them to comtinue, "...that some the SCAPS have seen something similar, but you know we don't keep in touch with them much." Everyone has their head creased in question and worry. "I think I'm going to try to get in touch with Bert."
"Dude," Frank says. " We don't need them, we've never needed them." Brain shakes his head.
"We don't have training for this and even if I'm wrong and they don't know what to do, they can help. That thing attacked you tonight when you couldn't change. We need them for when we're vunrable." Bob and Mikey look at Frank.
"Is that what hurt you?" Mikey asks in a sad voice. Frank stares for a moment but nods once. MIkey looks down, almost guilitly. "We have no choice," Brian says. "We made a deal about emergancies and I think Bert will understand. He doesn't need to send the whole building over, just a few members, I guess." Near the end it seems that Brian is only talking to himself. He walks out mumbling and they assume he leaves to go his office and none of them dare follow. They stand there for about a minute before Bob says:
"This isn't going to be as awesome as I thought it was going to be." They all nod in agreement.