Ben made his way across the boulevard of broken dreams as he dragged the screaming Gwen behind him. She didn't like getting puke on the new shoes she had just purchased not but three days prior. Unfortunately she had no one to blame but her own self.
"GODAMMIT BEN! I'LL GET YOU FOR THIS!" shrieked the drunken young woman as she twisted and struggled unwittingly against her savior.
She did not see the stinking fetid puss-filled mutant zombies that were stumbling their way around the room with dismembered human corpses wet and dripping and scattered decorating the walls. How they got in through the locked doors was anyones guess. Fucking zombies.
"Just deal with it Gwen." groaned Ben as he swung his flashlight like the spear of Longinus using it to pierce a bloated zombies still throbbing heart as it stood before him and blocked the path to the light beyond. The light beyond simply being a neon disco ball which several still high off LSD ravers were dancing ferociously around as the strobes flashed disorientingly.
Ben tried to ignore their screams of terror as his headache grew and he continued dragging the now unconscious Gwen by her vomit soaked hair through the hallway and to the fire escape doors.
"I want another taste of that sweet sweet candy Kevie baby." moaned Gwen somewhat intelligibly as afterward more streams of bile and tequila made their way from her succulent lips.
"Gwen!" Ben growled upon his realization that the zombies were being attracted to the regurgitation. "Fuck." he muttered and placed his face in his palm while shaking his head.
The door which had been locked from the outside suddenly found itself opening and Ben had to shield his eyes as the daylight poured in. Ben looked and found himself staring into yet another unfamiliar face.
"Hello boy. I'm here to help." said the swarthy and unkempt looking man as he leaned on his cane.
Gwen came to and expelled the contents of her stomach one last time before looking up at the man. A smile crept across her face.
"Oh. My. GOD. You're Gregory House." and with her new found strength she lunged and knocked the man from his own feet.
"Oh Gwen. What am I going to do with you." muttered Ben once more. This time he was smiling.
The trio left the scent of madness and sorrow behind them.
Or did they?