Hi. So some other stuff about this fanfiction:

Weapons are very easy to get here. I know that's not realistic, but it's easier that way.

Also I sort of made the location of John's and Dave's homes closer in distance.

I've been really busy lately, graduating and scheduling college classes and procrastinating on the internet, so I want to say thank you for sticking around. I'm really excited so many of you guys like this, and now that it's summer I want to try to update these more frequently.

John followed his friend down the hall up flight after flight of stairs. Eventually, when John was huffing and puffing, and wishing he had brought his inhaler, they stopped outside an apartment. His friend turned to face him.

"Dude, don't be a wuss." He pointed down the hall. A figure with a blade in his neck was slumped on the wall at the end of the hall. "He was too slow. Easy pickings for the undead bastards. You had better shape up before that happens."

John would have said a smart comeback, but didn't. He couldn't think of any.

They entered the apartment. While John didn't like to tell his friend he was pretty awesome, he had to admit: he was impressed.

The apartment was a haven of technology. The latest computers, games, and robots John never knew existed were all under one roof. He spotted an epic turntable in the corner, which was one of his friend's hobbies.

The only weird thing was the puppets. His friend's brother was a "ironic puppeter" (not his opinion). The puppets all had long noses and big butts, and were completely naked in a slightly pedo way. Only one puppet was different, but that one creeped John out the most. Not on improvement from the naked puppets.

"Dave, you'd better not be dead. Be a shame to kill you," a voice shouted from another room.

His friend (who we now know is Dave) shouted back. "I wouldn't be stupid enough to die at the front door! I've got John."

John wondered if this was the ever elusive Bro. He had never met the guy. Never actually met Dave in person before either, but at least they spoke on the interenet. When the first signs of the apocalypse where showing up, mostly in third world countries; Dave and John's other friend Rose pretty much knew it would be coming here as well. He and his three other interenet friends (pretty much his only friends) all promised to meet up with their loved ones and survive together. Though John wasn't sure how they'll manage it; one friedn lives on a deserted island for crying out loud! But a promise was a promise.

"So now..." John started to say, but stopped. His hammer was gone!

John looked around. There spontaneously was a man next to him! The best way to describe him is "rad ninja". He's got an orange cap and wears a white polo and weird triangle sunglasses that belong in a manga rather than real life.

And he had John's hammer.

Suddenly he was gone again. Just like that.

"Hey!" John tried to go follow him, though he didn't know where the guy went. Dave stopped him.

"Let Bro go. He's probably gonna mess around and beef up your hammer. Come on, I need some apple juice," Dave said. John reluctantly followed.

As Dave rummaged through the fridge, John talked about their plan.

"So I know we were going to head to Rose's next, but I still need to go back for my dad," John told Dave.

"Why the fuck would you ditch your dad? You planning on killing him?" Dave said.

"No! He wouldn't let me leave so I had to sneak out so you wouldn't think I was dead and leave without me!"

Dave shrugged. "Have to run it by Bro, but it shouldn't set us back too far."

John nodded.

Dave began cussing profusely.

"There's no more fucking apple juice! Who would drink my apple juice?"

"Ah, you?" John said with a grin. He can have a snappy comeback. Sometimes.

Bro appeared by John's side again. He fast was he?

Bro hefted a great big, beast of a hammer.

"Woah, what is that?" John said.

"Yours." Was his only reply.

John took it. It looked a lot like the Jesters his dad loved to collect so much. His dad thought John loved the stuff, but they actually creeped him out. Eh, he means well. The hammer was brightly colored and had a squared head, with the rest of the hammer resembling a Jester's hat. It was awesome to say the least.

"I should name it," John said.

Dave rolled his eyes. "Don't be stupid."

"I'm not!" John thought a moment, channeling the hammer's essence into a proper name.

"I dub thee... the Warhammer of Zillyhoo!" He gave the hammer a flourish in the air. Dave groaned.

"You finished?"

"Yeah, let's go."

John was about to explain the new plan to Bro, but Dave shook his head. Bro heard it all already.

Dave threw some food into a backpack and they headed downstairs, with Bro in the lead. Once outside they had to get in Bro's truck by fighting their way througha crowd of zombies that crowded the apartment complex. They gather quickly and die slowly.

John was amazed by his new hammer. It was lightweight, but deadly, completely obliterating any zombie's head if it dared try to eat John. Which they usually tried to do.

The reached the truck. John was excited. The plan was underway. He's going back for his dad. He felt like the hero in an adventure game, and he could do no wrong.