Author's note: Anyone who's hit "Save Status and quit" way too often should know this one. However, I will be adding a few bits involving everyone's favorite dynamic duo: Cheech and Chong! I'm just kidding. I would also appreciate a review around this time, or the next chapter's not going up. Enjoy
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Dead Zim Walking
Chapter 4- Zombies
Frank had just exited the security room and found himself in the entrance plaza. He saw nothing but a barricade blocking the front doors. He walked a bit further when he saw a person, although they were walking a bit slower than most do.
Frank walked a bit further and saw two other people; one was shouting "Hey, bring that over here!" Frank went down the steps and saw an old woman, about her mid-70s. "Have you seen my Madonna? I can't live without my sweet little doggie! Oh where is my Madonna?" She walked off and almost collided with another man. "Hey, watch it!" The man was carrying a propane tank towards the front door for some odd reason. Frank looked over towards the barricade that he saw the propane tank in front of, and he noticed that several people were clawing at the door from the outside.
Frank looked around him and he noticed a Hispanic woman leaning against a column. She looked around 20 or 30 at most. Frank was still staring at her when she looked up and noticed him, right before he could say anything to her; he was interrupted by the man carrying the propane tank. "Hey, this is no time to be ogling pretty girls, son, you looking to get yourself eaten alive by Zombies?" The girl walked away as Frank was being lectured for standing around.
"Zombies?" "Yeah, if they ain't Zombies, what would you call 'em?" Frank looked out towards the front door. Sure enough, what he thought were people before he came to realize were actually zombies. Some were missing eyes, others an arm, but all of them sounded decrepit. There's been more and more of 'em since last night. And now, they're all that's out there. But we should be safe in here. After all, zombies," he paused for a very brief moment, "are stupid and slow." Frank was trying to take pictures, but the old man stepped in front of him. "Alright, feel lie making yourself useful?" Frank made a sound of disgust because his shot was ruined. "Go find something we can use for the barricade and bring it back here, there should be some stuff deeper in the mall." Frank walked back a bit and tried to get another shot. "Andale! Come on, pronto!"
Frank found no point in trying to get another picture, so he went into the mall to find some stuff for the barricade. On his way, he heard the old woman calling to her dog, Madonna, in vain. Frank also noticed two younger women, one crying, the other trying to comfort her; a man around his 40s holding a shotgun, two younger men in their 20s, one holding a baseball bat and the other a 2x4, talking about someone who had disappeared, and a couple around 45 arguing about how e never came home at night and how he was having an affair with his boss's secretary. Right by the couple, Frank found a bench, an HDTV, a few trash cans, and some 2x4s. Just as he was about to pick some of them up, he noticed an old man walking around on the other side of the shutter.
He started taking pictures of the old man when he noticed Frank. "You! Why have you summoned me to this place?" Frank managed to take a picture right before the old man thrust the end of his cane through the shutter. "Do you realize what you've done?" Frank had to knock some sense into him. "Would you calm down? I don't even know what you're talking about!" The old codger turned away from Frank, moving his hand as if swatting a fly away. Frank was in the process of lifting up a bench when he heard the old woman calling for her dog.
"Madonna, sweetie! My Madonna is out there! I'm coming sweetie!" The old woman saw her dog, a toy poodle, behind the door, with the zombies. She started pushing the benches and plants away from the door and pulled out the key to unlock the front door. The old man who had asked Frank to help, and a janitor, tried to pull her away, but she somehow overpowered them. How she did it, none can say, it's still a mystery to even the most serious government officials. She managed to open the door, allowing at least 5 zombies in, but as soon as she went in to get her dog, the zombies devoured her.
"What in the hell are you people doing?" A black man in a yellow shirt was on the floor above. "Get to the stairs!" Frank looked towards the stairs, he counted at 300 zombies in his path, but he had an advantage: he was fast, and strong. He picked up the HDTV and lobbed it at a crowd o zombies advancing on him quicker than the others. The TV broke, but the zombies fell onto their backs, although they were struggling to get up. Frank grabbed a 2x4 and took advantage of the time he had. He ran off and found a lead pipe, he took that in his other hand. The 2x4 broke after he killed about 10 zombies, but he found the guy who was holding the shotgun. The guy was dead, so frank figured he wouldn't mind if he took the shotgun for himself. He bashed the zombies with the pipe, conserving the shotgun ammo, and eventually made it to the stairs. He looked back for a moment, seeing the zombies slowly advancing towards him, and ran the rest of the way up.
He got back to the security room and shut the door behind him. "Where are the others?" Frank shrugged and said "I dunno." The black man gestured towards an older black man in a janitor's outfit, who pulled out a welding torch and sealed the door. "What're you doing?" Frank asked as the younger man opened up the air duct. "The ducts, they'll get us back into the mall, and since those things aren't smart enough to use the ducts, they won't be a factor." He climbed through the duct and out of sight. Frank had only now just noticed that there was a woman near him. She wore a white top that was barely showing underneath her gray dress. "Nice camera, you mind if I take a look?"
Frank chuckled and handed his camera over. He was admiring her body when he noticed that she had stopped flipping through the picture that he had taken. He saw that she was looking at the one of the old codger who had yelled at Frank for no reason. "I took that one near in the Entrance plaza. I'm Frank." Frank held his hand out, but the girl didn't take it. "I'm Jessie, the man you saw earlier is Brad. That's all I'm authorized to tell you." She walked off to the security monitors.
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"Gir! Save me!" The zombie had somehow gotten into Paradise Plaza without destroying the shutter, and Zim was having trouble fending off the zombies and he had been forced to cling to the wall with his mechanical spider legs. His uzi was jamming, but Gir was having the time of his life, swinging away at the zombies. He always put the guts in his head, and soon he had enough to make a beehive. "GIR! I SAID COME SAVE ME!" "Yes my master!" Gir activated his rockets, cleared a path, and grabbed Zim. Afterwards, he went over o the sandwich shop, which, to his dismay, was empty.
"No Gir, we have to get back to that room we came in here from." Gir hung his head and went back to the door leading into the warehouse.
When they entered the warehouse, Gir flew up to the top floor, and went out the door. They had been seen by a woman about her 50s. "Excuse me, little boys, do you think you can help me find my husband? we got separated, but he should still be here somewhere." All Zim could reply with was "Uh?". Just then, Frank came around with a man around 52. When the man and women saw each other, she called out and ran to him. "Jeff!" When they bumped into each other, they hugged, and then started talking. Frank interrupted. "Alright you two, you mind cutting your little reunion short? It's not safe here, but I know a place, follow me." He looked over and saw Zim and Gir. "You two, come with me." They went back to the security room, but Zim and Gir weren't going to just sit around. They waited for a few moments before Otis walked off to the monitors and then ran through the ducts.
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That was a long one for me, but I hope you guys liked it. R&R please.