Eddy charged up to the nearest house, with Double-D and Ed just behind him.
He pounded on the door loudly. The door opened after a moment, and Rolf
stared down on the three-haired Ed-boy.
"What is it, Ed-boy? Why must you disturb Rolf when he is beating the filth from the cabbages?"
"Rolf! It was horrible. . . the city, and the van, and the people. . ."
"Why are you speaking in fragmented sentences, money-grubbing-Ed-Boy?"
"Rolf, there was something horrible in the city! A strange virus has gripped the suburbs, turning the populous into hideous creatures! Rolf, gather the kids in the Cal-De-Sac and let's head for the hills!" Double-D shouted. Rolf's expression became flooded with confusion, and he turned glancing at each of the Eds. A huge smile gripped his face.
"Oh-ho! Crazy-Stuck-in-the-Rut-Ed-Boys are milking their haunted house plot! If Rolf had time, he would gladly play along like a merry Andrew. But, Rolf has no time and no money. Good-bye." Rolf spun around, but Eddy grabbed him by the shoulders and spun him back around.
"This is no joke, Rolf! There really are bad things out there! We saw a man get ripped into pieces by a group of mutated dogs! Rolf, you have to believe me, this is not a scam!"
"Sorry, Eddy. I must be getting back to work." Rolf shoved Eddy off of him, and returned into his house.
"Now what?" Ed asked.
"We try the others." Double-D replied, turning for Kevin's house. He ran up to Kevin's house in his usual fashion, sans smile, and rapped on the door heavily. Moments later, Kevin stood in the doorway, eyes studying him.
"What do you want, Double-Dork?" Kevin asked, irritated.
"Kevin, as preposterous as it sounds, you must listen to me! In the town! The dead have risen; some kind of stimulus has turned the inhabitants of Peach Creek into mindless zombies! Even the canines of the town have mutated! Ed, Eddy, and I saw a poor man lacerated into pieces by hounds bent on death! Kevin, we must gather everyone in the Cal-De-Sac and run for it!" Double-D explained, trying hard to remain calm. Kevin's eyes remained fixated, his expression cold.
"Yeah right. I know you dorks did a haunted house thing earlier. I don't buy your scam, stupid."
"Kevin, this is no joke!" Double-D returned.
"I'm sure. Try harder next time, Double-Dweeb." Kevin said, preparing to shut his door. Before he could do so, he was dragged forward a step by Double-D grabbing his shirt in an attempt to get him to listen.
"Kevin! I'm not kidding! Something seriously wrong is going on!"
"I'll give you three to let go of me." Kevin replied, obviously miffed. Double-D did so, and turned his back.
"Very well, Kevin. Don't come crying to me if some dog bites your flesh clean." Double-D said.
"Don't worry, I won't." Kevin said, slamming the door. Edd could swear he heard the cackling laughter of the neighborhood jock behind his door. Double-D sighed, and regrouped with Ed and Eddy.
"Well gentlemen, who do we warn next?" Double-D asked.
"Let's try Jonny 2x4." Eddy replied.
"I don't think he's going to buy it, Eddy. Even if he does, Plank won't." Double-D replied.
"Again with Plank having a personality? Are you off your nut, Double-D?!" Eddy asked.
"Hardly. Well, if the neighborhood kids aren't going to believe us, we should think of a way to deter the monsters from our homes. What we need are defense weapons. Follow me." Double-D responded.
"Double-D's got a plan, Eddy!" Ed shouted. "Do I get the cupcake?!" He said, charging after Edd. Eddy did nothing but roll his eyes before he took off after them. Edd ran behind Ed's house and instantly opened Ed's garage door. There was still a huge pile of junk within the two-car garage. "Ed! Get me a Shop-Vac, some extension cords, a baseball bat, and whatever else you can find that we might be able to use."
"In your hat, Double-D!" He said, leaping into the boundless heap of junk.
"Eddy, you go home and rummage through your attic and see if you can find anything that might be useful. Your parents keep everything, so there's bound to be something for us to use!" Double-D ordered. Eddy nodded, and again out-of-character, complied with Edd's order. Eddy blazed off towards his house while Double-D turned back to the garage. Miscellaneous objects flew over his head and onto the lawn while Ed rummaged. Several odd objects flew over head, including a set of golf clubs, a stove, a dresser, an overstuffed chair, a photo album, and even a kitchen sink. Ed was really searching hard; that much was for sure.
"Found it!" Ed shouted.
"The shop-vac?" Double-D asked.
"No, my freezer experiment! I wondered where I had put it!" Ed replied, the large fish flying out from the garage. Double-D sighed, realizing Ed would probably never find what he had asked for. "Oh, yeah. Got this too." Ed said, pitching a large, black vacuum at Edd. Startled, Edd was thrown back three feet under the sheer force of the impact, the vaccum landing on top of him. He pushed the cleaner off of him and sat up. He was promptly rewarded by four orange extension cords hitting him in the face. "There's nothing but garbage in here, Double-D!" Ed replied, poking his head out from the mess.
"Keep looking, Ed."
"Roger rabbit, Double-D!"
"Please Ed, isn't there enough copyright infringement in the world already?!"
"Sorry." Ed pouted, pulling his head back into the garbage. More miscellaneous junk flew through the air as he continued his rummaging. Edd started puzzling over what to do with all of the objects Ed had excavated from his dump of a garage. Pondering over the shop-vac, he examined the bag of golf clubs and found dozens of golf balls in the pockets of the bag. Innovation coming to him, he took every ball out of the bag and dumped them into the bag of the shop-vac. He then popped open the motor, and made some slight adjustments, and set the vacuum to exhaust. He smiled, realizing he had just made a great tool for defending the Cal-De-Sac. Turning back to the garbage Ed had extracted, he took a car battery and some jumper-cables and attached them to a broken fly zapper. He stuck the battery in a backpack and let the jumper-cables come out the unzipped side. Adding a small rubber insulated handle to the zapper, he turned on the zapper and pushed it to full power. A bolt of electricity shot forth and fried the fence in front of him. Pleased, he deactivated the bug zapper and set it next to the shop-vac cannon. Ed's mother's sewing kit lie on the ground, and he opened it, to find dozens upon dozens of crochet needles. Double-D knew this had potential, but he had no way of propelling them. Suddenly, a small repeating piston assembly from a small engine hit him on the head. Examining it, he realized the part was still in good condition, but he needed an assembly to hold it and the ammunition. Just as suddenly, a broken large multi-barreled dart gun landed on his head. Acting quickly, he took a Phillips-head screwdriver from his pocket and disassembled the gun, attaching the piston to a small battery pack he had in his other pocket and wiring it into the triggering mechanism of the dart cannon. Finally, he took a small box and rigged it that a needle would replace the one chambered in the piston assembly after it fired. Reassembling the gun, he had placed five needles in the box. Double-D winced as he pulled the trigger, and the five projectiles shot out of the gun as if it was a gauss rifle. He smiled again, opening the gun up and putting the remainder of the needles in the gun.
"Ed, I think we're done."
"Aww, and I just found my Dad's tackle box!" Ed whined, pulling out a lunch box that had to be from the fifties. "He keeps Jake, his pet rock, inside!" He smirked, opening it up. A dead squirrel lay inside, fully decayed. Double-D turned away and noticed Eddy returning.
"Did you find anything, Eddy?"
"Not a darn thing. Go figure my parents only kept junk." Eddy replied, noticing Double-D's handiwork. "What do you have here, Double-D?"
"Ah, here I have a shop-vac cannon that shoots golf balls, a lightning gun, and a gauss rifle."
"No foolin?!"
"Yup. Manufactured out of sheer need and necessity, though I shun the thought that my talents are being used for violent purposes."
"Don't let your stupid sockhead morality get in the way of your life, Double-D." Eddy said, half-barbed, half-reassuring. "I call this!" Eddy said, picking up the lightning gun, strapping the pack on his back, and aiming like he was going to fire.
"Don't shoot, Eddy. I have no idea how long the battery will last." Double-D warned, picking up the gauss rifle. "Ed, please come over here."
"Righto, bucko!" Ed laughed. "That rhymed!" He chuckled again, grabbing the shop-vac. "Take me to your leader!"
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Kevin kicked his soccer ball into the air and hit it to Rolf with his head. "Head's up, Rolf!"
"Rolf is good, no?" Rolf responded, keeping the ball in the air with his head, then kicking it up in the air a number of times by kneeing the ball back into the air numerous times.
"Quit messing around, Rolf." Kevin shouted. "Pass me the ball." Rolf complied, and power-kicked the ball back to Kevin, but frail little Jimmy ended up right in the trajectory. Jimmy was knocked to the ground, and sat up.
"Owie! That hurt! I'm telling Sarah!" Jimmy whined, trying to get up off the ground.
"Take it easy there, Fluffy." Kevin said, walking up. "You okay?"
"I think so." Jimmy replied, but a loud moan shook him. "What was that?!" Kevin and Rolf looked at each other; they both had heard it too. They looked down the lane, and saw a man staggering down the street.
"What's with him? It's like he's hurt." Kevin said.
"Maybe he needs help." Jimmy said.
"Rolf must assist, because Rolf must uphold his word to his great Nano!" Rolf said, slowly approaching the man. Kevin and Jimmy followed closely, and they both drew closer to the man. Kevin noticed the man was walking abnormally, and even completely wrong, and it looked like he had been in a fight with his clothes tattered. As they approached closer, the face appeared dead and lifeless, skin decayed over most of its body.
"What's going on here?" Kevin asked, suspicious. The man looked like something from a freak show; no irises in the eyes, no expression of life, no nothing. He looked like, what was it? A zombie. Those stupid Eds were probably up to something.
"Why has Rolf's Uncle Papsito come to visit him?" Rolf asked, not really getting quite as good a look as Kevin.
"Dude, that's just Ed or Double-Dork dressed up like a zombie. Ignore him." The creature gave out a moan, chilling Jimmy, confusing Rolf, and ticking Kevin off. "Ed! Get that stupid mask off your head!" He said, walking right up to the creature and tugging at its face. Bits of flesh tore off; Kevin was confused: Why would the Eds go to this much trouble? The zombie quickly grabbed Kevin, and it attempted to bite open his neck. Kevin, startled, punched the zombie in the face and staggering it back. The creature released him, and it began moving for him again. Kevin stepped back, examining the dead skin in his hands; it was real; not synthetic. He gasped in realization that Double-D hadn't been kidding at all and that this was indeed a real zombie.
"Guys, run! It's real!" Kevin shouted, running away at full speed. "Zombie!" Rolf and Jimmy looked confused, and stared at Kevin's sudden departure. The creature staggered closer to them, and quickly grabbed Jimmy.
"Uncle Papsito! Release the confused and delicate one!" Rolf said, walking over to the zombie and attempting to pull Jimmy free. The creature moaned, and quickly bit Jimmy in the shoulder. The young tyke screamed out in pain, blood spurting from his wound. Rolf staggered back. Kevin was right! He jumped forward and kicked the zombie in the side, causing it to fall to the ground, releasing Jimmy, who ran off crying. Rolf quickly took a similar course of action, and ran down an alley. He ran into Kevin, who was running the other way.
"Man, they're coming from this way too!" He shouted, pointing down the alley. Rolf's ears picked up the moaning as he saw four of the creatures coming up the lane. Their escape was cut off by barking dogs, who appeared behind them. Rolf and Kevin spun around; the dogs looked much like the zombies, only much quicker. Three of the slobbering creatures blocked them into the alley. With no avenue of escape, Rolf and Kevin prepared to say their prayers.
"It was nice knowing you, Rolf."
"The son of a Shepard wishes to thank you for being his companion, Kevin."
The dogs surged forward, and as Kevin and Rolf braced for the reaper, a loud battle cry was sounded.
"Prepare to meet the demon of the green gravy, dog of not-goodness!" Several loud popping noises were heard, followed by a loud zap and a rat-a- tat-tat of a machine gun. Gazing at what happened, a dog was now on the ground, golf balls laying all around it, one was on the ground so full of needles it would put the world's largest pincushion to shame, and the last one was basically a pile of ashes. Kevin looked up above the fence, and saw Ed holding a vacuum, Double-D a dart gun, and Eddy a bug zapper.
"Hurry guys! Get over the fence!" Eddy shouted to the stunned Kevin and Rolf. They both nodded, and Eddy helped pull Kevin over the fence and Ed picked up Rolf by the head and wung him over as if he was a towel. Kevin stood on the ground, dumbfounded, while Rolf picked himself up about four yards away.
"What's going on?!" Kevin asked, tone light and fearful.
"I told you, Kevin! A virus was set loose in the commercial district and everyone's a zombie! Was anyone attacked by those things?" Double-D said.
"Yeah, Jimmy got bitten by one of them."
"Oh dear. This is bad. They apparently have developed a taste for human flesh; we must warn the others now!"
"Rolf concurs with the head-in-sock-Ed boy! Come, as we have little time." Rolf said, beckoning the Eds and Kevin to follow. They did, but before they could leave the yard, they could hear the scared scream of Nazz around the corner. This was going to be a long night. . .
"What is it, Ed-boy? Why must you disturb Rolf when he is beating the filth from the cabbages?"
"Rolf! It was horrible. . . the city, and the van, and the people. . ."
"Why are you speaking in fragmented sentences, money-grubbing-Ed-Boy?"
"Rolf, there was something horrible in the city! A strange virus has gripped the suburbs, turning the populous into hideous creatures! Rolf, gather the kids in the Cal-De-Sac and let's head for the hills!" Double-D shouted. Rolf's expression became flooded with confusion, and he turned glancing at each of the Eds. A huge smile gripped his face.
"Oh-ho! Crazy-Stuck-in-the-Rut-Ed-Boys are milking their haunted house plot! If Rolf had time, he would gladly play along like a merry Andrew. But, Rolf has no time and no money. Good-bye." Rolf spun around, but Eddy grabbed him by the shoulders and spun him back around.
"This is no joke, Rolf! There really are bad things out there! We saw a man get ripped into pieces by a group of mutated dogs! Rolf, you have to believe me, this is not a scam!"
"Sorry, Eddy. I must be getting back to work." Rolf shoved Eddy off of him, and returned into his house.
"Now what?" Ed asked.
"We try the others." Double-D replied, turning for Kevin's house. He ran up to Kevin's house in his usual fashion, sans smile, and rapped on the door heavily. Moments later, Kevin stood in the doorway, eyes studying him.
"What do you want, Double-Dork?" Kevin asked, irritated.
"Kevin, as preposterous as it sounds, you must listen to me! In the town! The dead have risen; some kind of stimulus has turned the inhabitants of Peach Creek into mindless zombies! Even the canines of the town have mutated! Ed, Eddy, and I saw a poor man lacerated into pieces by hounds bent on death! Kevin, we must gather everyone in the Cal-De-Sac and run for it!" Double-D explained, trying hard to remain calm. Kevin's eyes remained fixated, his expression cold.
"Yeah right. I know you dorks did a haunted house thing earlier. I don't buy your scam, stupid."
"Kevin, this is no joke!" Double-D returned.
"I'm sure. Try harder next time, Double-Dweeb." Kevin said, preparing to shut his door. Before he could do so, he was dragged forward a step by Double-D grabbing his shirt in an attempt to get him to listen.
"Kevin! I'm not kidding! Something seriously wrong is going on!"
"I'll give you three to let go of me." Kevin replied, obviously miffed. Double-D did so, and turned his back.
"Very well, Kevin. Don't come crying to me if some dog bites your flesh clean." Double-D said.
"Don't worry, I won't." Kevin said, slamming the door. Edd could swear he heard the cackling laughter of the neighborhood jock behind his door. Double-D sighed, and regrouped with Ed and Eddy.
"Well gentlemen, who do we warn next?" Double-D asked.
"Let's try Jonny 2x4." Eddy replied.
"I don't think he's going to buy it, Eddy. Even if he does, Plank won't." Double-D replied.
"Again with Plank having a personality? Are you off your nut, Double-D?!" Eddy asked.
"Hardly. Well, if the neighborhood kids aren't going to believe us, we should think of a way to deter the monsters from our homes. What we need are defense weapons. Follow me." Double-D responded.
"Double-D's got a plan, Eddy!" Ed shouted. "Do I get the cupcake?!" He said, charging after Edd. Eddy did nothing but roll his eyes before he took off after them. Edd ran behind Ed's house and instantly opened Ed's garage door. There was still a huge pile of junk within the two-car garage. "Ed! Get me a Shop-Vac, some extension cords, a baseball bat, and whatever else you can find that we might be able to use."
"In your hat, Double-D!" He said, leaping into the boundless heap of junk.
"Eddy, you go home and rummage through your attic and see if you can find anything that might be useful. Your parents keep everything, so there's bound to be something for us to use!" Double-D ordered. Eddy nodded, and again out-of-character, complied with Edd's order. Eddy blazed off towards his house while Double-D turned back to the garage. Miscellaneous objects flew over his head and onto the lawn while Ed rummaged. Several odd objects flew over head, including a set of golf clubs, a stove, a dresser, an overstuffed chair, a photo album, and even a kitchen sink. Ed was really searching hard; that much was for sure.
"Found it!" Ed shouted.
"The shop-vac?" Double-D asked.
"No, my freezer experiment! I wondered where I had put it!" Ed replied, the large fish flying out from the garage. Double-D sighed, realizing Ed would probably never find what he had asked for. "Oh, yeah. Got this too." Ed said, pitching a large, black vacuum at Edd. Startled, Edd was thrown back three feet under the sheer force of the impact, the vaccum landing on top of him. He pushed the cleaner off of him and sat up. He was promptly rewarded by four orange extension cords hitting him in the face. "There's nothing but garbage in here, Double-D!" Ed replied, poking his head out from the mess.
"Keep looking, Ed."
"Roger rabbit, Double-D!"
"Please Ed, isn't there enough copyright infringement in the world already?!"
"Sorry." Ed pouted, pulling his head back into the garbage. More miscellaneous junk flew through the air as he continued his rummaging. Edd started puzzling over what to do with all of the objects Ed had excavated from his dump of a garage. Pondering over the shop-vac, he examined the bag of golf clubs and found dozens of golf balls in the pockets of the bag. Innovation coming to him, he took every ball out of the bag and dumped them into the bag of the shop-vac. He then popped open the motor, and made some slight adjustments, and set the vacuum to exhaust. He smiled, realizing he had just made a great tool for defending the Cal-De-Sac. Turning back to the garbage Ed had extracted, he took a car battery and some jumper-cables and attached them to a broken fly zapper. He stuck the battery in a backpack and let the jumper-cables come out the unzipped side. Adding a small rubber insulated handle to the zapper, he turned on the zapper and pushed it to full power. A bolt of electricity shot forth and fried the fence in front of him. Pleased, he deactivated the bug zapper and set it next to the shop-vac cannon. Ed's mother's sewing kit lie on the ground, and he opened it, to find dozens upon dozens of crochet needles. Double-D knew this had potential, but he had no way of propelling them. Suddenly, a small repeating piston assembly from a small engine hit him on the head. Examining it, he realized the part was still in good condition, but he needed an assembly to hold it and the ammunition. Just as suddenly, a broken large multi-barreled dart gun landed on his head. Acting quickly, he took a Phillips-head screwdriver from his pocket and disassembled the gun, attaching the piston to a small battery pack he had in his other pocket and wiring it into the triggering mechanism of the dart cannon. Finally, he took a small box and rigged it that a needle would replace the one chambered in the piston assembly after it fired. Reassembling the gun, he had placed five needles in the box. Double-D winced as he pulled the trigger, and the five projectiles shot out of the gun as if it was a gauss rifle. He smiled again, opening the gun up and putting the remainder of the needles in the gun.
"Ed, I think we're done."
"Aww, and I just found my Dad's tackle box!" Ed whined, pulling out a lunch box that had to be from the fifties. "He keeps Jake, his pet rock, inside!" He smirked, opening it up. A dead squirrel lay inside, fully decayed. Double-D turned away and noticed Eddy returning.
"Did you find anything, Eddy?"
"Not a darn thing. Go figure my parents only kept junk." Eddy replied, noticing Double-D's handiwork. "What do you have here, Double-D?"
"Ah, here I have a shop-vac cannon that shoots golf balls, a lightning gun, and a gauss rifle."
"No foolin?!"
"Yup. Manufactured out of sheer need and necessity, though I shun the thought that my talents are being used for violent purposes."
"Don't let your stupid sockhead morality get in the way of your life, Double-D." Eddy said, half-barbed, half-reassuring. "I call this!" Eddy said, picking up the lightning gun, strapping the pack on his back, and aiming like he was going to fire.
"Don't shoot, Eddy. I have no idea how long the battery will last." Double-D warned, picking up the gauss rifle. "Ed, please come over here."
"Righto, bucko!" Ed laughed. "That rhymed!" He chuckled again, grabbing the shop-vac. "Take me to your leader!"
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Kevin kicked his soccer ball into the air and hit it to Rolf with his head. "Head's up, Rolf!"
"Rolf is good, no?" Rolf responded, keeping the ball in the air with his head, then kicking it up in the air a number of times by kneeing the ball back into the air numerous times.
"Quit messing around, Rolf." Kevin shouted. "Pass me the ball." Rolf complied, and power-kicked the ball back to Kevin, but frail little Jimmy ended up right in the trajectory. Jimmy was knocked to the ground, and sat up.
"Owie! That hurt! I'm telling Sarah!" Jimmy whined, trying to get up off the ground.
"Take it easy there, Fluffy." Kevin said, walking up. "You okay?"
"I think so." Jimmy replied, but a loud moan shook him. "What was that?!" Kevin and Rolf looked at each other; they both had heard it too. They looked down the lane, and saw a man staggering down the street.
"What's with him? It's like he's hurt." Kevin said.
"Maybe he needs help." Jimmy said.
"Rolf must assist, because Rolf must uphold his word to his great Nano!" Rolf said, slowly approaching the man. Kevin and Jimmy followed closely, and they both drew closer to the man. Kevin noticed the man was walking abnormally, and even completely wrong, and it looked like he had been in a fight with his clothes tattered. As they approached closer, the face appeared dead and lifeless, skin decayed over most of its body.
"What's going on here?" Kevin asked, suspicious. The man looked like something from a freak show; no irises in the eyes, no expression of life, no nothing. He looked like, what was it? A zombie. Those stupid Eds were probably up to something.
"Why has Rolf's Uncle Papsito come to visit him?" Rolf asked, not really getting quite as good a look as Kevin.
"Dude, that's just Ed or Double-Dork dressed up like a zombie. Ignore him." The creature gave out a moan, chilling Jimmy, confusing Rolf, and ticking Kevin off. "Ed! Get that stupid mask off your head!" He said, walking right up to the creature and tugging at its face. Bits of flesh tore off; Kevin was confused: Why would the Eds go to this much trouble? The zombie quickly grabbed Kevin, and it attempted to bite open his neck. Kevin, startled, punched the zombie in the face and staggering it back. The creature released him, and it began moving for him again. Kevin stepped back, examining the dead skin in his hands; it was real; not synthetic. He gasped in realization that Double-D hadn't been kidding at all and that this was indeed a real zombie.
"Guys, run! It's real!" Kevin shouted, running away at full speed. "Zombie!" Rolf and Jimmy looked confused, and stared at Kevin's sudden departure. The creature staggered closer to them, and quickly grabbed Jimmy.
"Uncle Papsito! Release the confused and delicate one!" Rolf said, walking over to the zombie and attempting to pull Jimmy free. The creature moaned, and quickly bit Jimmy in the shoulder. The young tyke screamed out in pain, blood spurting from his wound. Rolf staggered back. Kevin was right! He jumped forward and kicked the zombie in the side, causing it to fall to the ground, releasing Jimmy, who ran off crying. Rolf quickly took a similar course of action, and ran down an alley. He ran into Kevin, who was running the other way.
"Man, they're coming from this way too!" He shouted, pointing down the alley. Rolf's ears picked up the moaning as he saw four of the creatures coming up the lane. Their escape was cut off by barking dogs, who appeared behind them. Rolf and Kevin spun around; the dogs looked much like the zombies, only much quicker. Three of the slobbering creatures blocked them into the alley. With no avenue of escape, Rolf and Kevin prepared to say their prayers.
"It was nice knowing you, Rolf."
"The son of a Shepard wishes to thank you for being his companion, Kevin."
The dogs surged forward, and as Kevin and Rolf braced for the reaper, a loud battle cry was sounded.
"Prepare to meet the demon of the green gravy, dog of not-goodness!" Several loud popping noises were heard, followed by a loud zap and a rat-a- tat-tat of a machine gun. Gazing at what happened, a dog was now on the ground, golf balls laying all around it, one was on the ground so full of needles it would put the world's largest pincushion to shame, and the last one was basically a pile of ashes. Kevin looked up above the fence, and saw Ed holding a vacuum, Double-D a dart gun, and Eddy a bug zapper.
"Hurry guys! Get over the fence!" Eddy shouted to the stunned Kevin and Rolf. They both nodded, and Eddy helped pull Kevin over the fence and Ed picked up Rolf by the head and wung him over as if he was a towel. Kevin stood on the ground, dumbfounded, while Rolf picked himself up about four yards away.
"What's going on?!" Kevin asked, tone light and fearful.
"I told you, Kevin! A virus was set loose in the commercial district and everyone's a zombie! Was anyone attacked by those things?" Double-D said.
"Yeah, Jimmy got bitten by one of them."
"Oh dear. This is bad. They apparently have developed a taste for human flesh; we must warn the others now!"
"Rolf concurs with the head-in-sock-Ed boy! Come, as we have little time." Rolf said, beckoning the Eds and Kevin to follow. They did, but before they could leave the yard, they could hear the scared scream of Nazz around the corner. This was going to be a long night. . .