I woke up lying outside the theatre.

Confused. Angry. Sore.

Those jerks, those stupid jerks, they haven't gotten the better of me!

They will not know the warmth of another morning!

I will squeeze the lives out of each and every one of them.

If only I had the weaponry to do so.

God, what I wouldn't do for some firepower right now.

"Oh you would, would you?"

What? Who was there? Who dared to speak to me, while I devised my murderous plot?

-Who's there?

"Why its me of course, its Monkeytaco"

Could this be true?

-Monkeytaco? How can it be you? Oh god, master is it truly you?

"It is I, please get to your feet, my son."

A hand reaches out for me and helps me up, where I first get a look at his almighty face.

He looked just as I would have imagined, long flowing white beard, with matching white hair. He stood about 7 feet high off the ground and had flowing light around him at all times.

-Master, I am unworthy of your presence. What brings you to the cause of a lowly mortal?

"I found out about your recent mission and have learned of all the problems you have had on the way. I could not let a man who was carrying out my will fail, for he who passes on my glorious name is truly blessed and disserves all the help he can get."

-You mean..

"Yep, I am going to help you complete your mission to cleanse this world of the evils of supporters."

I could not believe my ears, He wanted to help me! Together, we could take out the entire theatre of people and send them back to the depths of hell from which they came.

"We will need weapons to do so of course."

And like that he snaps his fingers and a line of guns appear before my very eyes.

I grab as many guns as I can, loading weapon after weapon into each and every pocket, whilst holding a machine gun in each hand.

My master needed only a double-barreled shotgun and a machete and he was ready.

We were both ready.

"Lets go!"

Weapon in hand, I kick the theatre door open and run full speed inside

I saw the ticket taker run towards me in slow motion.

I aim my machine guns at him and fire.

BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM

The bullets penetrate his body in an unending stream of carnage.

I empty an entire magazine into his body.

Like a flash I drop my emptied weapon and quickly pull forth an Uzi.

-Lets fuck these bitches up, my master!

"You read my mind, my son."

So we continue into the lord of the rings theatre.

Those jerks thought they had made a fool of me, well lets see who the fool is now!

I kick in the doors to the theatre and let the darkness bath over me.

I immediately see all gazes fall from the screen to my master and me.

Vengeance was about to be mine.

-Remember me?

With Uzi and Machine guns in hand I once again open fire.

Shooting away at everything and everyone in my path.

Row after row of death.

I yelled out in laughter.

There pain made me so happy.

I looked to my master to see him hacking away at the bodies of those I killed.

The machete chopping through flesh like slices of butter.

Everyone was dead but us.

That is until another voice was heard.

"Hey, its me from the Drumline theatre, I was just coming to see how the movie was. I was-"

He stopped when he saw the theatre of dead bodies.

"Oh my god, please sir, don't kill me, I have a wife and kids. They need their daddy!

With no hesitation, a pistol is drawn from my pocket and aimed to his head.

I told him my vengeance would be taken.

-Sorry, friend... This is for your own good.

BAM!

The bullet speeds from my gun and flies right through his forehead, dropping him to the ground instantly.

"What is going on in here? I could hear you people all the way from my gun shop down town, you all better be quiet or I-"

-How's this for quiet, bitch!

I quickly run up to him putting the pistol underneath his chin and point up.

POW!

Like a volcano, blood erupts from the top of his head as his skull is blown apart.

His brains spilled onto me and all I could do was laugh.

"What the hell do you think you are doing, young man!"

Oh my god, could it be who I think it is!

"I told you he was a queer, only a queer would shoot up a theatre."

It was them!

It was my family.

This was my night after all.

"Yeah dad, he is the biggest fag I have ever seen."

Oh good, Johnny is here too.

"I knew he was a cocksucker!"

Grandma!

They were all here. Here to meet their demise at my hands.

-Hey brother, do you think I could see those keys again?

"Sure, just don't bend them this time assh-"

-DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

With one fail swoop of the keys I cut through each and every one of my horrid family members. Leaving their torsos in a heap on the theatre floor while waiting for their severed lower halves to give way and fall to the ground.

I am victorious.

My mission is complete. I rid the world of "supporters"

I have nothing left to do but praise my master monkeytaco for the gift he gave me.

-Master, we are victorious! Our mission is complete.

"I am sorry my son, but you are just getting started."

-What? But everyone is dead. What else is there to do?

"You must now defeat their immortal zombie counterparts!"

-ummm.... There what?

"Just look, my son"

I look back at the bodies of the men and women I just killed and could not believe my eyes.

They rose from the ground from which they were killed and looked at me with there dead eyes.

I heard their groans as they started to approach me.

-Oh my god master, what do I do?

Silence.

My master was gone.

Never once in his story did zombies come back from the grave and attack the narrator.

This wasn't right.

As the zombies came towards me I knew I was going to die.

I felt a tug at my leg and looked down to see the severed torso of my brother.

"Where is your precious Monkeyfaggot now?"

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

And they started to attack.

And then...

It went black.

....To be continued