It seemed like a normal day in Royal Woods, and the morning light had come. Birds were chirping and the sun was shining as bright as can be on this fine day. That is, it looked like it at first. As soon as Lincoln got up, he yawned and the sun's rays were shining down through his little, round window, and he rubbed his eyes to think if this day would be yet another good one. When he got out of his room, he saw that it was empty and it was quiet. Too quiet.
No, noisy and loud was what this place always is, but, too much quiet means that something is array."
"Uhhhh... hello?" Lincoln called out. There was no answer to call back to him. He just thought that his parents and sisters were still sleeping in bed. He slowly walked over to Lola and Lana's room first, but, the twins weren't in their beds at all.
Neither were Luna and Luan's bed, or anyone else's bed in all the sisters bedrooms at all. He was a little nervous now, but he went downstairs to see what was going on. 'That's odd. Why isn't there any noise.
"Hello?" he said again while walking downstairs in a slow pace. Under he breath, he muttered: "something's wrong here alright. Normally, the guys would be making noise up here in a Saturday, and Lily's diaper would stink right now.
He looked over to the couch, and no one else was there either. He looked around the couch as soon as he got downstairs, and Lincoln heard a small moaning noise. Lincoln then felt something hug him from behind. "Morning, Lincoln." said a familiar, sick voice.
He was startled and it was Luna, although she wasn't exactly... herself. Her skin was pale and her eyes were a little yellow and green mixed together, and she was coughing in a very nasty cough, and she was moaning like... a zombie.
Leni came from the kitchen, and she had the same eyes and pale skin as Luna. Moaning, and coughing as if she was a zombie herself.
Lincoln had his eyes wide and he realised what was going on. "Oh no." he breathed. "Not again."
Luna tried putting her arm on his shoulder and Lincoln shied away from her, as if she was a venomous snake about to strike it's prey.
"Braaaaaaahhhhhh." the rocker girl moaned.
In the kitchen, he saw Lucy and Lily in the fridge, possibly looking for something to eat.
They both turned and they, too, looked pale and sick as a dog. "Wiiiinkiiiin." Lily moaned and coughed.
Lucy didn't really say anything, but she gave a moaning type of sound that sounded like: "uuuuuuuhhhhh." like a zombie would moan.
"Aaaaaaahhh!" Lincoln screamed before sipping out of the kitchen and he suddenly bumped into Lori.
She turned around, also sick and moaning. "Whatch where you're going!" She moaned.
"It's a code green!" Lincoln exclaimed. He looked around and saw more family members coming out. His parents, Lana, Lola, Luan, Lynn, Lisa, and the other sisters were sick as well.
"There you are, brother." Lola moaned.
Lincoln never felt so scared before in his life, and he panicked, and felt Lana grab his shoulder from behind. "Lincooooln." she moaned. Everyone was coming towards him as if they wanted to eat his brain, or infect him into a zombie too.
At last, he went out the front door, and slammed it behind him, feeling warm under the morning light. "This is bad! This is bad!" Lincoln said over and over again. He had a walkie-talkie on him, and he contacted his best friend. "Clyde! Clyde! It's a code green!"
"Code green? Your sisters are sick that they look like zombies again?"
"Wow. I'm proud of you for catching on with these codes."
"Thanks. Anyway, how bad is it?"
"Really bad! They look very sick and their skins are like bone colored. Snot dripping from their nostrils and... it's so horrible, I can't even describe it!"
"Easy, easy. I have a hazmat suit at my house. You can use that."
Lincoln sighed with relief as he kept on running towards Clyde's house. "Perfect, what would I be without you, buddy?" at last, he met his best friend at his nice house, and he slammed the door behind him.
"Oh, Lincoln. What a pleasant surprise." said Harold. "What's the matter, my boy?"
"My... family is sick with the flu again."
"The flu? Well, that doesn't sound good."
"Of course it's not good. The flu in my house is identical to a Zombie apocalypse!"
"What?" Harold said, but he let out a chuckle as if he was joking or just trying to be funny. "That's nonsense. I fear you and Clyde have been watching too much horror movies like that."
"I know it sounds... exaggerating, but you know how chaotic my house is, Mr. McBride."
"Ohhhh. Touche. Still, the least you can do is not get yourself sick like the rest of your family."
"That will be a problem. I have ten sisters and it will probably be pretty hard. Clyde said he had a hazmat suit for me?"
"Of course. He has one all set for you." Harold said. Another knock on the door was heard and Harold answered it. It was, unexpectedly, the Rogue Lion himself with a woodcutter's ax of some kind. "Ah Luke, brilliant timing."
"Hello Harold. Thanks for letting me use your ax. Limey needed a new branch to perch on." He then noticed his new brother. "Oh, morning Lincoln. What brings you here?"
"My sisters have turned into zombies!" Lincoln exclaimed.
Luke raised his left bushy eyebrow in confusion. "What? Zombies. That's pretty stupid. What do you mean zombies?"
Lincoln then explained to Luke about how the flu works over at his own house, and how scary it can be. Like Harold, Luke thought it sounded a little silly and ridiculous himself. "Look, I know it sounds stupid, but it is like a zombie apocalypse when everyone's sick like this."
It was just then Clyde came to the living room and have Lincoln a hazmat suit to set foot inside his own home without getting infected by the flu. "Here you go, Lincoln. This suit should keep you safe."
"Thanks, buddy." Lincoln said again.
"I get you're just trying to not get sick too, but os a hazmat shot really necessary?"
"You know how chaotic it is at my house."
"Right. Sorry for doubting you, Lincoln." Luke said flatly. "It just looks like you're going to set foot in a place where there's an ebola outbreak or a kind of plague."
"It's not Ebola." said Lincoln. "Although it does feel like a plague. Better safe than sorry."
"Yeah, I know that. Ebola would be way worse than a case of influenza." said Luke. "I got a gas mask at home I can put on so I don't get sick too. How sick are they?"
"Like really sick, as if they are all going to die soon."
"Ooooh. That sounds serious. They should see a doctor." said Harold.
"Least you can do is give them love and care until they get better." Luke said. "I know they probably scared you back there, but they're still your family. Just show some love and support for them all, give them chicken noodle soup, ramen with broth, or give them pills."
"I know, Luke." Lincoln said. "I'll just do that. But it's hard when they look like zombies right now."
"Come on. Granted. You can look absolutely terrible when you get sick, but while they might look like scary zombies or a second black death that could spread a over North America, but they are still your family."
"He's not wrong." said Howard. "I remember the last time when our dear son was sick with the influenza virus. Mucus was flowing out of his hose nonstop. No offense Clyde, but you looked like a newborn horse."
"None taken. I wish I was more immune to those things." Clyde remarked. "I can always count on you guys to help me get better."
"Look, I'll get my gas mask and we'll take a look at them, Linc. Sound okay?"
"Yeah. I'll feel more... safer with you, Luke. That would be a good idea."
"Okay. No problem." Both of them walked over to the Lion's den and Luke got himself a gas mask that looked a little similar to a soldier's gas mask. "There." He said after putting it on. "Now I won't get infected either.
Lincoln looked a little surprised to see a gas mask like that. "Where did you get that?"
"Oh, my and my friends visited Pripyat one time, and the city had radiation, so we had to wear these so we wouldn't get infected. The watchmen gave my and my friends these masks as souvenirs and or protection against a deadly disease."
"Cool."
Thet soon went over to the Loud House, and Luke looked quite surprised to see how bad the flu virus was in the whole place Lori, Leni, and Luna were walking in a zombie-like fashion, and still looked horrible, and the parents were sitting on the couch with Lily in Rita's arms.
"Whoa! You weren't kidding, Lincoln." said the Rogue Lion. "They look terrible."
"Hey!" Lola coughed a few times. "I'm still my beautiful, beautiful self. Hack! Hack!"
"Don't be scared, Lincoln," said Lana. "We just wanted to see if you were sick too. Hack! Hack! Hack! Probagot need to spit a loogey out my mouth."
She was about to do Just that, when Rita stopped her: "not on-" she was coughing herself, and even sneezed. "-in this house you're not. Go do it outside, or in the sick like everybody else would, Lana!"
"Ugh, fine."
"Sorry we scared you, Lincoln." said Lynn Sr before letting out a gigantic sneeze.
"Why were you guys walking like zombies anyway?" Lincoln asked.
"Because our muscles are weak as sand." Luna said. "I was just trying to see good morning to you, and I was trying to get my arms off you after I hugged ya, but I felt too weak. Ah! Matter of fact, they're sleepin' on me again."
"No. It's fine guys. No hard feelings. I wouldn't expect less of you guys." Lincoln said. "Do you guys feel horrible?"
"Yes." The rest of his family moaned before hacking and coughing again. "We've literally never felt that bad since we had the flu three years ago. Before Lily came along." Lori remarked. "And I have to miss my picnic with Bobby! Bummer."
"Come on, Lori." said the Rogue Lion. "There will always be another day to spend with your boyfriend."
"Yes, but we literally live hours away from each other now."
"I heard that long-distance Relationships are totes more romantic, and-" Lemi tried to finish her sentence, but she sneezed two times and wiped her nose. "I feel like Lynn's butt right now."
"Hey, watch it Leni." Lynn said before sneezing herself."
"Jesus, you guys really need to take it easy right now. You all look top sick for school, that's for sure."
"No kidding." said Lucy. "Still, I like this feeling. Makes me feel like a poisonous gas is spreading across the house like the Black death itself."
"Don't go crazy on me, Lucy." said Luke.
"Nah, let her have her fun." Lincoln remarked. "The flu doesn't last forever anyway."
"Well, I don't think you guys are in any position to cook something at all right now." Luke said.
"Nonsense!" The father got up from the sofa. "Lynn Sr never gives up on cooking at all. Even if I am sick. This I swear, I will cook something nice for- Achoo!c Lynn Sr sneezed and he was coughing again.
"Not in this state, you're not." Rita said. "Now sit down. I can order us some Chinese food for us."
"That sounds good." said Luan. "As long as it's not a dish, best served 'cold'!" She joked and everyone groaned at her usually bad puns, except for the father of course since Luan inherited it from him.
"I can make you guys breakfast." said Lincoln.
The sisters and parents smiled gratefully at him. "Thank you Lincoln." said Lisa. "That is very generous of you. Can you please make me some PB and j's too?"
"Got it Lisa."
"But you guys really need to have some medicine for your cold." Luke suggested. Lincoln will be in for a day taking care of his sick family, and he hoped that Luke would help out with this task.