"Come on! OPEN!" Eddy exclaimed, beating on the door of the candy store.
"The store should be open."
"Eddy, this is giving me the creeps. We haven't seen a soul since we entered Peach Creek. I'm a tad worried. We haven't even seen a car drive by!" Double-D returned.
"I don't care! I WANT MY JAWBREAKER!" Eddy cried, punching the door desperately.
"I think Eddy's brain has been munched by evil mutant space zombies." Ed stated, pushing Eddy away from the door of the candy store. "Look at me!" Ed exclaimed, pulling the door open.
"What?! I hate it when you people do that." Eddy muttered.
"You were PUSHING the door when the sign said PULL?! Eddy, that's something I'd expect from Ed!"
"Well, you know what I'm going to say, Double-D." Ed replied.
"Yeah, I know you wanted to do it. Let's go in." Eddy said, pushing past Ed. Eddy entered the candy store, drooling in anticipation of his inevitable jawbreaker. Eddy grabbed three large candied spheres and slammed them on the checkout counter. Eddy peered over the abandoned counter and looked around for the cashier. "Hey! Service!" Eddy shouted. Double-D and Ed approached the counter, and Double-D grew increasingly concerned.
"Eddy, something's gotta be wrong; there's always someone at the counter!"
"Cool your jets, Shakespeare. I guess we get them for free." Eddy smirked.
"Eddy, that constitutes theft! Here, allow me." Double-D replied, pulling out a pad of sticky notes from his left pocket, and a pencil from the other. He quickly scribbled a message on the tiny yellow slip of paper, and slipped it on the counter. Being slight of hand, he quickly removed the 75 cents from Eddy's pocket necessary to pay for the orbs of sugar.
"Hey! That's mine!"
"It's rightfully the candy store's now. Let's go." Double-D replied, dragging Eddy out of the store. Ed followed in his usual lumpy fashion, and they proceeded to walk down the deserted main street.
"Gee, there's still not a soul out here."
"You're right, Double-D. It is kind of creepy when it's this silent; I don't even hear any birds." Eddy replied, still holding his jawbreaker. Ed and Double-D hadn't shoved theirs into their mouths yet either. "Hey Ed, what do you make this?" Eddy turned to him. Ed's expression had changed from his usual serene and clueless face to a self-aware face of fear.
"Guys, this is just how that movie started; three guys walking down the deserted streets of their hometown, when all of a sudden, the giant mutant robot from planet Roboto suddenly came and ripped the flesh from their bodies!"
"I think Ed's been watching too many horror movies, Eddy." Double-D stated, turning down a corner to another street. "I say we investigate why it's so quiet here." Eddy and Ed nodded, following their hat-clad friend. Double-D moved carefully down Peach Street, turning onto Apple Road, then carefully down Orange Avenue. The Eds still had seen no sign of anyone in the commercial district of Peach Creek, and were growing more nervous by the minute. As they approached the corner of Orange Avenue and Main Street, something caught their eyes. Double-D ran to investigate it, with Eddy and Ed closing quickly. It was the scene of an accident; a big one, considering the area. There were four sedans crashed together, each totaled with windshields and windows smashed open, and glass littering the ground around them. Double-D also noticed a smashed up commercial van, and he jogged over to look at it, while Eddy and Ed stood by the cars, scrutinizing the damage.
"Wow, this was pretty major. Why aren't the police and doctors here yet, and why hasn't this been cleaned up? It looks like it happened ages ago!" Eddy said.
"We are alone, guys! The mindless mutant Cyclops has purged the city with its evil rays of electric death! Run for your lives!" Ed shouted, running in circles around the wreckage, not actually getting anywhere. "Hi, Eddy!" He said, after he lapped the wreckage and passed him. "Hi, Eddy!" He ran around again. "Hi, Eddy!" Again and again he lapped the wreckage before Eddy did something to stop him.
"Shut up, Ed." Eddy said, sticking his leg out to trip Ed. He did so, and Ed hit the ground with a thump.
"Gentlemen, come here!" Double-D sounded, and Eddy and Ed soon obeyed. The van that Edd had been investigating was a standard sized white commercial van, but had a logo painted on the side.
"Umbrella Corporation? What's that supposed to mean?" Eddy asked, reading the logo.
"Eddy, you may not know this, but the Umbrella Corporation is a large business specializing in computer technology and medical supplies; though it's not known to many that the corporation itself is a Trojan Horse. The Umbrella Corporation is said to have developed several biological weapons for the government in secret."
"Whoa! No kidding?!"
"Yes. I'm not kidding. Take a look at the contents of the cargo area!"
Ed and Eddy peered into the back of the van; the two back doors had been sheared completely off. They looked inside, and there was broken glass everywhere; beakers, test tubes, every kind of scientific piece of equipment imaginable was in the truck.
"So, what makes you think this was dangerous, Sockhead? There's nothing in here but broken glass!" Eddy replied.
"Well, look carefully, there." He pointed to the side of a heavily damaged crate. Eddy squinted his eyes in an attempt to read it. It was an orange label, with several spiked circles. The word below the odd shape read simply: 'Biohazard.' "I also found this in the front seat, Eddy." Edd handed Eddy a clipboard, apparently the contents of the van were listed on it. Eddy began reading the list aloud.
"25 beakers, 50 microprocessors, 35 processors, 70 jugs of saline solution, 2 video cards, 5 sound cards, blah, blah, blah, 5 tubes of carbon silcontrate, and 2 vials of Type AA42-7? What the heck is Type AA42-7?!"
"Check the next page, Eddy." Eddy scowled, but flipped the page. The next page had a biohazard symbol, and a lot of technical mumbo-jumbo that Eddy didn't care to read. He skimmed the rest of the page, until a chart of Types caught his sight.
"Let's see. Type AA42-1: Saline Solution, Type AA42-4: Influenza Virus, Type AA42-6: Smallpox Virus, Type AA42-7: T-Virus." Eddy said, flipping through the list. "What the heck is the T-Virus?"
"I don't know, Eddy, and I'm afraid to find out. Luckily this van wasn't carrying type four or six viruses, just the T-Virus. Sadly, there weren't many notes on the effects of the T-Virus, but. . . I might be able to figure some of it out if we're given proper time. Evacuation might have been sounded for Peach Creek after the spill. Regardless, we should go home, NOW!" Double-D shouted, shaken to the marrow.
"For once, Double-D, I agree fully with you! Come on, lumpy." Eddy grabbed Ed by the jacket collar and dragged him town the road. Suddenly, the Eds stopped as they heard a scream and a sound of running. Growling and barking noises soon followed, and the Eds peered down the next street from the corner of a building, seeing a man running away from several dogs, who were barking ferociously and were quickly gaining ground. The man pulled out a nine millimeter handgun and fired several rounds, downing three of the six dogs that were chasing him, but the remaining three eventually caught him, tackling him to the ground, where the alpha hound promptly jumped on the man's back and when straight for the throat. Double- D turned away, already knowing what was about to happen; his stomach churning with nausea. Eddy and Ed watched in horror as the poor man was torn limb from limb by the three savage hounds; blood spurting all over the streets. Eddy could see the dogs were not just attacking him, they were feasting on him. Eddy spun back around the building, ran to a nearby trashcan, and quickly vomited in fear. Ed spun back around, not wishing to see anymore either, and he went to the can after Eddy had finished.
"Double-D! We've got to get out of here! If those dogs see us, we're doomed!"
"Agreed, ED! Double time!" Edd shouted at Ed, who had finished his business at the trashcan. The Eds hot-footed it back through the town, running at full speed. Even Double-D kept his pace going high; his fears surged his adrenaline. As they turned down another street to avoid the dogs and the main road, they stopped dead.
"Good lord! What's happened here?!" Double-D shouted, seeing dozens of people lying face down on the ground, looking like they had already decayed. The air reeked of death; a smell that made Eddy want to vomit again. He pulled himself together and gazed at the streets. This was as bad as the dogs.
"Oh, man. This is not cool!" Ed shouted. "Have pity, ruler of the netherworld!" Ed ran around in circles, shouting incessant babble. "I never got to see Jib again! I never got to go fishing in the desert! I never got my buttered toast this morning!"
"Ed, calm yourself! We're still alive, right?! We'll get out of this!" Double-D shouted, trying to get Ed to shut up and calm down. Ed continued his ranting while Double-D continued to try to stop him. Eddy kept staring at the street ahead of him, he couldn't stop looking at it; he was too afraid to turn his back. For good reason. Eddy thought he heard a strange noise.
"Guys, be quiet!" Eddy shushed them. "Listen." Ed and Edd stopped their arguing and listened intently to Eddy. Silence, deathly. Then, a grumbling noise.
"What was that?!" Double-D asked.
"My stomach." Ed said, dopey grin on his face. "I'm hungry!"
"Shut up, lumpy! There was something else." Eddy quieted them so he could hear. More grumbling, louder this time; different from Ed's belly. Finally, there was an all-out moan. The Eds quickly began to shiver and shake, realizing the sound of anguish was ahead of them. More moans occurred every second, until the area was no longer deathly silent; it became deathly scary. "Double-D! That dead guy on the right. . . did he just move?"
"Preposterous, Eddy." Double-D returned, teeth chattering. Double-D had seen it too; it must've moved if Eddy saw it as well. He kept his eyes fixed ahead, trying to figure out what to do next. The moans grew louder, especially the ones closer to them. Finally, the said dead man on the right side of the street used his arms to push himself off the ground and to his feet. Three others nearby joined him seconds later. Their bodies looked as though they had been decaying for a long time; their clothes were tattered, mangled, and almost unrecognizable. Finally; their eyes. Lifeless, dead. The whole of each one of their eyes was pure white; there was no iris or pupil to be seen in them. Each one of the Eds let loose a guttural scream, and the walking dead began staggering towards them slowly.
"What the hell is going on here?!" Eddy shouted, uncharacteristically swearing.
"I don't know Eddy!"
"EVIL MUTANT ZOMBIES! RUN FOR IT!!!" Ed shouted, eyebrow twelve inches over his head. Stuffing his jawbreaker into his pants pocket, and causing a huge bulge in them, he grabbed both the other Eds and began running in the opposite direction.
"Ed has the right idea, Double-D! It must be a miracle!" Eddy managed to say, while Ed held him much like a football. Double-D, who was in a similar position under Ed's left armpit, managed to reply.
"It'll be a miracle if even I could figure out what to do next!" Edd replied, holding his jawbreaker in one hand and the clipboard from the crash site in the other.
"Must seek shelter, or the demons of the green gravy will suck out our marrow!" Ed shouted, running past more zombies and making a bee-line straight for the Cal-De-Sac.
"Well put, Ed." Double-D responded.
"This is no time for games!" Eddy yelled back at them. Quit screwing around; I think there are more of those things up ahead!"
"My God, they're everywhere! My word, what caused this?!" Double-D cried, as Ed blazed past more of the undead horrors.
"I don't know, Sockhead. Keep running, Ed!" Eddy shouted to Ed, who did just that. They finally reached the limits of the town, charging back to their homes. No sign of zombies here; there were signs of life in the neighborhood, and the Eds could hear the sounds of the kids they knew in the Cal-De-Sac ahead of them, but the question was, how long would it last?
"Eddy, this is giving me the creeps. We haven't seen a soul since we entered Peach Creek. I'm a tad worried. We haven't even seen a car drive by!" Double-D returned.
"I don't care! I WANT MY JAWBREAKER!" Eddy cried, punching the door desperately.
"I think Eddy's brain has been munched by evil mutant space zombies." Ed stated, pushing Eddy away from the door of the candy store. "Look at me!" Ed exclaimed, pulling the door open.
"What?! I hate it when you people do that." Eddy muttered.
"You were PUSHING the door when the sign said PULL?! Eddy, that's something I'd expect from Ed!"
"Well, you know what I'm going to say, Double-D." Ed replied.
"Yeah, I know you wanted to do it. Let's go in." Eddy said, pushing past Ed. Eddy entered the candy store, drooling in anticipation of his inevitable jawbreaker. Eddy grabbed three large candied spheres and slammed them on the checkout counter. Eddy peered over the abandoned counter and looked around for the cashier. "Hey! Service!" Eddy shouted. Double-D and Ed approached the counter, and Double-D grew increasingly concerned.
"Eddy, something's gotta be wrong; there's always someone at the counter!"
"Cool your jets, Shakespeare. I guess we get them for free." Eddy smirked.
"Eddy, that constitutes theft! Here, allow me." Double-D replied, pulling out a pad of sticky notes from his left pocket, and a pencil from the other. He quickly scribbled a message on the tiny yellow slip of paper, and slipped it on the counter. Being slight of hand, he quickly removed the 75 cents from Eddy's pocket necessary to pay for the orbs of sugar.
"Hey! That's mine!"
"It's rightfully the candy store's now. Let's go." Double-D replied, dragging Eddy out of the store. Ed followed in his usual lumpy fashion, and they proceeded to walk down the deserted main street.
"Gee, there's still not a soul out here."
"You're right, Double-D. It is kind of creepy when it's this silent; I don't even hear any birds." Eddy replied, still holding his jawbreaker. Ed and Double-D hadn't shoved theirs into their mouths yet either. "Hey Ed, what do you make this?" Eddy turned to him. Ed's expression had changed from his usual serene and clueless face to a self-aware face of fear.
"Guys, this is just how that movie started; three guys walking down the deserted streets of their hometown, when all of a sudden, the giant mutant robot from planet Roboto suddenly came and ripped the flesh from their bodies!"
"I think Ed's been watching too many horror movies, Eddy." Double-D stated, turning down a corner to another street. "I say we investigate why it's so quiet here." Eddy and Ed nodded, following their hat-clad friend. Double-D moved carefully down Peach Street, turning onto Apple Road, then carefully down Orange Avenue. The Eds still had seen no sign of anyone in the commercial district of Peach Creek, and were growing more nervous by the minute. As they approached the corner of Orange Avenue and Main Street, something caught their eyes. Double-D ran to investigate it, with Eddy and Ed closing quickly. It was the scene of an accident; a big one, considering the area. There were four sedans crashed together, each totaled with windshields and windows smashed open, and glass littering the ground around them. Double-D also noticed a smashed up commercial van, and he jogged over to look at it, while Eddy and Ed stood by the cars, scrutinizing the damage.
"Wow, this was pretty major. Why aren't the police and doctors here yet, and why hasn't this been cleaned up? It looks like it happened ages ago!" Eddy said.
"We are alone, guys! The mindless mutant Cyclops has purged the city with its evil rays of electric death! Run for your lives!" Ed shouted, running in circles around the wreckage, not actually getting anywhere. "Hi, Eddy!" He said, after he lapped the wreckage and passed him. "Hi, Eddy!" He ran around again. "Hi, Eddy!" Again and again he lapped the wreckage before Eddy did something to stop him.
"Shut up, Ed." Eddy said, sticking his leg out to trip Ed. He did so, and Ed hit the ground with a thump.
"Gentlemen, come here!" Double-D sounded, and Eddy and Ed soon obeyed. The van that Edd had been investigating was a standard sized white commercial van, but had a logo painted on the side.
"Umbrella Corporation? What's that supposed to mean?" Eddy asked, reading the logo.
"Eddy, you may not know this, but the Umbrella Corporation is a large business specializing in computer technology and medical supplies; though it's not known to many that the corporation itself is a Trojan Horse. The Umbrella Corporation is said to have developed several biological weapons for the government in secret."
"Whoa! No kidding?!"
"Yes. I'm not kidding. Take a look at the contents of the cargo area!"
Ed and Eddy peered into the back of the van; the two back doors had been sheared completely off. They looked inside, and there was broken glass everywhere; beakers, test tubes, every kind of scientific piece of equipment imaginable was in the truck.
"So, what makes you think this was dangerous, Sockhead? There's nothing in here but broken glass!" Eddy replied.
"Well, look carefully, there." He pointed to the side of a heavily damaged crate. Eddy squinted his eyes in an attempt to read it. It was an orange label, with several spiked circles. The word below the odd shape read simply: 'Biohazard.' "I also found this in the front seat, Eddy." Edd handed Eddy a clipboard, apparently the contents of the van were listed on it. Eddy began reading the list aloud.
"25 beakers, 50 microprocessors, 35 processors, 70 jugs of saline solution, 2 video cards, 5 sound cards, blah, blah, blah, 5 tubes of carbon silcontrate, and 2 vials of Type AA42-7? What the heck is Type AA42-7?!"
"Check the next page, Eddy." Eddy scowled, but flipped the page. The next page had a biohazard symbol, and a lot of technical mumbo-jumbo that Eddy didn't care to read. He skimmed the rest of the page, until a chart of Types caught his sight.
"Let's see. Type AA42-1: Saline Solution, Type AA42-4: Influenza Virus, Type AA42-6: Smallpox Virus, Type AA42-7: T-Virus." Eddy said, flipping through the list. "What the heck is the T-Virus?"
"I don't know, Eddy, and I'm afraid to find out. Luckily this van wasn't carrying type four or six viruses, just the T-Virus. Sadly, there weren't many notes on the effects of the T-Virus, but. . . I might be able to figure some of it out if we're given proper time. Evacuation might have been sounded for Peach Creek after the spill. Regardless, we should go home, NOW!" Double-D shouted, shaken to the marrow.
"For once, Double-D, I agree fully with you! Come on, lumpy." Eddy grabbed Ed by the jacket collar and dragged him town the road. Suddenly, the Eds stopped as they heard a scream and a sound of running. Growling and barking noises soon followed, and the Eds peered down the next street from the corner of a building, seeing a man running away from several dogs, who were barking ferociously and were quickly gaining ground. The man pulled out a nine millimeter handgun and fired several rounds, downing three of the six dogs that were chasing him, but the remaining three eventually caught him, tackling him to the ground, where the alpha hound promptly jumped on the man's back and when straight for the throat. Double- D turned away, already knowing what was about to happen; his stomach churning with nausea. Eddy and Ed watched in horror as the poor man was torn limb from limb by the three savage hounds; blood spurting all over the streets. Eddy could see the dogs were not just attacking him, they were feasting on him. Eddy spun back around the building, ran to a nearby trashcan, and quickly vomited in fear. Ed spun back around, not wishing to see anymore either, and he went to the can after Eddy had finished.
"Double-D! We've got to get out of here! If those dogs see us, we're doomed!"
"Agreed, ED! Double time!" Edd shouted at Ed, who had finished his business at the trashcan. The Eds hot-footed it back through the town, running at full speed. Even Double-D kept his pace going high; his fears surged his adrenaline. As they turned down another street to avoid the dogs and the main road, they stopped dead.
"Good lord! What's happened here?!" Double-D shouted, seeing dozens of people lying face down on the ground, looking like they had already decayed. The air reeked of death; a smell that made Eddy want to vomit again. He pulled himself together and gazed at the streets. This was as bad as the dogs.
"Oh, man. This is not cool!" Ed shouted. "Have pity, ruler of the netherworld!" Ed ran around in circles, shouting incessant babble. "I never got to see Jib again! I never got to go fishing in the desert! I never got my buttered toast this morning!"
"Ed, calm yourself! We're still alive, right?! We'll get out of this!" Double-D shouted, trying to get Ed to shut up and calm down. Ed continued his ranting while Double-D continued to try to stop him. Eddy kept staring at the street ahead of him, he couldn't stop looking at it; he was too afraid to turn his back. For good reason. Eddy thought he heard a strange noise.
"Guys, be quiet!" Eddy shushed them. "Listen." Ed and Edd stopped their arguing and listened intently to Eddy. Silence, deathly. Then, a grumbling noise.
"What was that?!" Double-D asked.
"My stomach." Ed said, dopey grin on his face. "I'm hungry!"
"Shut up, lumpy! There was something else." Eddy quieted them so he could hear. More grumbling, louder this time; different from Ed's belly. Finally, there was an all-out moan. The Eds quickly began to shiver and shake, realizing the sound of anguish was ahead of them. More moans occurred every second, until the area was no longer deathly silent; it became deathly scary. "Double-D! That dead guy on the right. . . did he just move?"
"Preposterous, Eddy." Double-D returned, teeth chattering. Double-D had seen it too; it must've moved if Eddy saw it as well. He kept his eyes fixed ahead, trying to figure out what to do next. The moans grew louder, especially the ones closer to them. Finally, the said dead man on the right side of the street used his arms to push himself off the ground and to his feet. Three others nearby joined him seconds later. Their bodies looked as though they had been decaying for a long time; their clothes were tattered, mangled, and almost unrecognizable. Finally; their eyes. Lifeless, dead. The whole of each one of their eyes was pure white; there was no iris or pupil to be seen in them. Each one of the Eds let loose a guttural scream, and the walking dead began staggering towards them slowly.
"What the hell is going on here?!" Eddy shouted, uncharacteristically swearing.
"I don't know Eddy!"
"EVIL MUTANT ZOMBIES! RUN FOR IT!!!" Ed shouted, eyebrow twelve inches over his head. Stuffing his jawbreaker into his pants pocket, and causing a huge bulge in them, he grabbed both the other Eds and began running in the opposite direction.
"Ed has the right idea, Double-D! It must be a miracle!" Eddy managed to say, while Ed held him much like a football. Double-D, who was in a similar position under Ed's left armpit, managed to reply.
"It'll be a miracle if even I could figure out what to do next!" Edd replied, holding his jawbreaker in one hand and the clipboard from the crash site in the other.
"Must seek shelter, or the demons of the green gravy will suck out our marrow!" Ed shouted, running past more zombies and making a bee-line straight for the Cal-De-Sac.
"Well put, Ed." Double-D responded.
"This is no time for games!" Eddy yelled back at them. Quit screwing around; I think there are more of those things up ahead!"
"My God, they're everywhere! My word, what caused this?!" Double-D cried, as Ed blazed past more of the undead horrors.
"I don't know, Sockhead. Keep running, Ed!" Eddy shouted to Ed, who did just that. They finally reached the limits of the town, charging back to their homes. No sign of zombies here; there were signs of life in the neighborhood, and the Eds could hear the sounds of the kids they knew in the Cal-De-Sac ahead of them, but the question was, how long would it last?