The Loud House: This is Our Life Now

The world never saw it coming. No one knows how it happened. Maybe it a scientist's bad luck and gross incompetence which created a virus spread across the world. Maybe it was radiation from space. Or maybe it was a curse of sorts. Whatever it was it began infecting and resurrecting the dead as flesh-eating monster and infecting at least half the population, leaving the other half to fight for their lives. No matter how hard they tried, they just kept on coming. The carnage was immense, the scene was sickening, everyone was terrified.

Until they were not. No really, everyone got pretty desensitized after a year or so of this.

"Now you know how we feel." Lincoln told you. "Everyone has a new aspect of their daily lives."

As he and his friends walked home from school, a zombie came running at them, letting out guttural screams as it did. In response, Lincoln took the bat his was carrying and smashed its head in.

"Nice one." Clyde said as they high-fived.

"Gosh dang it, I really wanted to test out some new shells my old man got me." Liam said.

"There's your chance!" Rusty pointed out as another zombie came running.

Liam aimed his shotgun and fired, shooting sparks at the zombie and setting it ablaze. The boys then walked passed the writhing, burning corpse as if it was nothing.

"Is it just me or does it seem like there's a lot fewer zombies than usual?" Rusty wondered.

"Yeah, it has been getting pretty slow." Lincoln replied.

Soon, they went their separate ways. Lincoln was walking up to his house, when he heard his sister Luan call out.

"Heads up!" She called as he ducked and a spring-loaded fist knocked the zombie's head off. "Close one. That could've been grave! Get it?"

Everyone who heard the pun groaned in response.

Meanwhile in the kitchen, Lynn Sr. was cooking dinner. As he reached for the knives, a zombie smashed through the window and attempted to grab him.

"Ding dong dang it!" He cried out in annoyance as he stabbed the zombie in the head before cleaning the knife and going back to cooking.

Lori was driving home from the a shopping trip with Leni. At that moment, Leni decided to speak up.

"Hey, Lori. Which dress do you think would look better on zombie hunts?" She asked as she showed the dresses.

"That's literally a toughie." Lori answered.

As they did, Lori pulled out a sword and slashed a zombie's head in half a they passed. As they did, some blood splattered into the van.

"Lori! You got blood on them!" Leni whined. "It'll take forever to wash out.

"Sorry."

"Hey, Lola! Have you seen my toolbox anywhere?" Lana asked.

"How am I supposed to know?" Lola asked as she pulled her jeep over. "Also, you got company."

Lana turned around and saw a corpse shambling towards her as fast as she could. She responded by throwing a nearby pipe like a javelin into the zombie's eye.

"Nice shot!" Lynn complimented. "But, watch this!"

Lynn laid down a hockey puck and slapped it it so hard with her hockey stick, it embedded itself into a zombie's head across the street.

"GOAL!" Lynn cheered.

An exhausted Luna walked up the stairs, holding a very bloody guitar. Bet you can guess what she just did. As she made her way to her room, she heard what sounded like chanting coming from the attic. She pulled the ladder down and found Lucy reading from an old spell book.

"Dude, are you still trying to find a way to control these things?" She asked.

"No." Lucy replied, tossing the book and trying to look innocent.

"Unbelievable." Luna sighed. "Hey, Lisa! Found anything yet?"

"Negative, but that will not dissuade me!" Lisa called from her room. "Blasted shambling cadavers!"

They then heard Lisa grunting followed the sound of sizzling and a zombie groaning.

"Sorry I'm late for dinner, everyone." Rita apologized. "One of the patients turned and I had to stock up on ammo."

"That's alright, honey. Take a seat." Lynn Sr. said as he and his wife kissed and she took her seat.

As they ate, several zombies smashed through the window and attempted to climb through it. Everyone responded by riddling them with lead. Yep, during this whole debacle, the legal gun ownership age was drastically reduced. I really mean drastic.

After dinner, Lincoln was video-chatting with Ronnie Anne in his room.

"So, how're you holding up?" He asked.

"Bobby still pees his pants at the sight of zombies." Ronnie said as she and Lincoln burst out laughing.

Lincoln then turned to you.

"Yeah, forget what I said about everyone being desensitized." He backtracked before turning back to the monitor. "Well, see you, Lamette."

"You too, Lame-o." She replied as they logged off.

Just before Lincoln was about to go to bed, he pulled a string which caused an anvil to crush a zombie that was just below his window.