"Man, wasn't that a good movie, Johnny? His best one yet!"
"Pony, you think every new movie of his is his best!"
They giggled and chuckled, walking home after dark. They were walking near the DX, not a soul in sight, until they noticed two people. Pony looked at them. "Hey, Johnny…" he started, "do they look familiar to you?" Johnny stopped and looked at the approaching beings. "Why, 'course I do. That's Two-Bit and Dally, you absent-minded thing," he giggled. "No," Pony said, serious, "look at them closer. They look… weird." Johnny did so. His eyes went wide and he was so shocked he couldn't even scream.
Plus Two-Bit's earlier description, he had blood covering him.
Dally had a majority of his neck torn out and his bleeding was ceasing from both that wound and the various scratches on his upper torso. His neck looked damn near ready to snap off.
They were both moaning and groaning as they reached out for Pony and Johnny.
"JJJoooaaauuuhhhnnnnnnyyy…" Dally groaned.
Luckily, Pony had enough sense to grab Johnny and run. Run home.
Both of the living dead stopped in their tracks, not sure where to go now that their targets were long gone. Two-Bit turned and looked at their next target. The DX.
"Catch, Steve!" Soda yelled, throwing a bottle of water at him, which was open. "What?" Steve turned around and got hit in the chest with it as it fell on the floor, spilling everywhere. "God damn…" Steve looked down. "Aww, Steve!" Soda jeered, "ya gotta clean it up now!" "Why do /I/ have to clean it up?" "Because you were the last one to touch it before it fell," Soda laughed. Steve turned around again to get a mop to clean it with when he saw Two-Bit and Dally staggering toward the DX. "What the… H-Huh? SODA!" "What, Steve? No need to ye—" "Soda, get the gun behind the counter!" Soda's eyes widened. "Huh? What? Why?"
But it was too late, Two-Bit and Dally already pushed themselves inside of the DX.
"ZOMBIES!" Steve screamed. He turned, slipped, and fell on the water. "Shit," he cursed loudly.
They came closer.
Steve was suddenly shoved across the floor to the back door of the gas station. "Huh?" Steve looked around in confusion to see Soda hand him the pistol as a last action. "Run, Steve, run!" Soda yelled. "But Soda—" "Shut your mouth and run!" he commanded. Steve nodded and got up and ran, thinking that Soda was following him. He made it outside.
He stumbled into the grass and laughed. "Haha… Whoo! Close one, eh, Soda? Good thing we got this. . . " he was cut off by his own emotions when he turned around to see Soda getting torn apart by the undead.
