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I had most of this written up last night XD; Now I'm waiting for my friend to play House of the Dead : Overkill with me :3

Ditto9 – Everyone's gotta be a scaredy cat sometimes x3 You should see and my friend Danta when we play survival horrors… You'd think we're scared of our own shadows XDD

Stardust4 – Glad you're enjoying it :3 They gotta act tough, hehe XD


The two managed to catch their breath at the bottom of the stairs, each respectively panting for their own amount of air.

"Alright, so upstairs is, is off limits?" Jill asked after a few moments, only managing to get a few words in between each breath. Neither were exactly tired, but certainly frightened. Though they would never admit this fact.

Chris nodded, taking a minute or two before voicing his answer in words. "Yeah… I, I mean… What are the chances there could be a zombie upstairs? They can't run, let alone…"

He paused to think. How exactly would a zombie find its way upstairs, if it could? Jill smiled, seeming to catch on to what he was wondering.

"Let alone find a tree, climb up it, hope onto a roof and climb in through the chimney?" She finished for him, inspiring a smile from him, too.

"So, what we've got sloth zombies?" He asked.

"Imagine how slow those would be!"

The two burst out in childish laughter at that, forgetting their previous feelings of fright. However, their humour was short lived – Another crash echoed through the house, and both teens quickly looked towards the door, which lead to the stairs going down.

"Uhm… Did you hear that?" Jill asked quietly. Chris nodded slowly. The two couldn't take their eyes off that door now – Each one imagining strong, hard slams against the door. So bad where their imaginations they could practically see it.

"I… Guess we should check it out, huh…? It's probably just a rat or something like that." Jill stated, spacing her words while the tone around them appeared quite dull.

"Jill, Basements are more scary than Attics! Everyone knows that!" Chris explained, willing himself not to shake at the thought of such a place.

Jill simply cocked her head to the side, not appearing to understand his logic. "How so?"

"Jill, where do Zombies come from?"

"From Biohazardous Accidents, Voodoo Curses, Misused Spells, Wills for loved ones…" She began, but stopped when Chris's palm met his forehead.

"Alright, Where to they rest then, Jill?"

She thought for a moment. After all the movies they had seen, there were a number of options. "Lemme think here… Laboratories, Abandoned Cities, Populated Cities, Farm Towns, on a few occasions in Outer Space, But usually from Cemetar…" The girl froze, looking at her wide eyed. Suddenly it hit her like a ton of bricks, "The ground…"

He nodded to confirm her guess. "Yeah, Jill, from the ground. Attics are up in the air – But Basements, Basements are onto of the ground. Sometimes without floorboards, so it's easy to for them to come crawling! We could just be walking down there, and KABLAM! A bony hand around our ankle, dragging us down into the soft dirty to meet our demise at rotten teeth!"

"Dude, don't say that…" She said, visions of an ordeal like that playing out in her head. She shook her head, in an attempt to clear her mind. "We can't go there… Not without weapons."

"Weapons?"

"Weapons."

"Let's get to work."