A Strange Adventure 2: Dawn of the Dead

By NocturneD/WINGZ

Note: Well, this story isn't really attracting anymore people than the last story so I want to finish this up early by keep going on for two through four more chapters as I got more ideas to spare. Really it's hard in this section to get some attention without someone saying "I'm not sure about this story" or "The characters aren't acting the way they should" even "The story has crude comedy" well freaking duh on your behalf.

People put a lot of heart into their story to be unique like this series I'm writing or Strickland-Propane for his "What if" or Dead-Composer's "Arthur goes Fourth/Sixth" stories. They want to mix up the Arthur universe with weird situations, nothing wrong with it and does it stop people from being curious about putting characters from kiddy shows in weird situations? That's what fanfiction is all about, your own version of what you want to happen in whatever show, book, and game you like.

Rated Pg-13: (Violence, cheap gore, language)

Mr. Ratburn couldn't take it anymore with the creatures outside banging outside of his front door and windows, he wanted to just curl up in a ball and wish his problems away but with remembering what his teacher; Mr. Price-Jones taught him is that fear and horror can come in all shapes and sizes, to fend off your fear you need to equip yourself with whatever you need to make the problem end. That is when Ratburn looked down at his own 12-guage pump up action shotgun he got from his red-neck uncle on a hunting trip from when he was younger, though he didn't really use it after that Ratburn always put his firearms away in a safe place so no one can get a hold of them. There he was still loading in the shells loading the firearm to its maximum capacity of eight shots and finishes, then fishing out of his desk drawer to find a couple of empty handgun clips, Ratburn sighs as he wished he would of prepared sooner as he starts to fit the 9mm bullets into the first clip fitting in at least fifteen rounds, as them same with the second and loading in one of them into the underside of the handgun and pulled back the cock to hear it click. Focusing on the revolver he gripped the front and back and pulled to hear a click and see it as a fold out reloading type gun, putting in the 357. Caliber bullets into the six holes Ratburn was still worrying about how long his boarded up home will last.

"Jeez, I freaking hate to bring these out every time something big happens to this town like chasing out hippies. Well those moneyless hippies kind of deserved it for protesting almost everything they can think of." Mr. Ratburn thought as he slammed the revolver back together and leaving it on his desk as he goes to the closet to find his old hunting vest. Grabbing it instantly and discarding his trademark green jacket he threw on the hunting vest to find it a little snug but anything to help carry all the ammunition he had lying around, first putting the remaining clip in a pocket on his side, fist full and fist full of magnum ammo shoved into his other pocket, throwing in the huge 14-inch survival knife into a sheath on his left shoulder, taking the remaining twenty shells and putting them into another pocket.

"Alright Nigel, you can do this." He thought as he cocked his shotgun then tried to watch what was left on the television broadcast to see if anything would be useful. "They got shelters at the church, the elementary school, or the hospital… Seeing that the hospital would be better that is where everyone is going to go but also has a lot of traffic downtown that leaves the church or the school… I'll take my chances at the school…" He thought as he thought of another plan as he went to his garage then coming back with a tank of gasoline and a big pork roast, throwing the roast into the microwave and setting it for ten minutes while he pours gas all over the kitchen leading to the front door and all over the floor. Turning the gas stove on at maximum while the creeping terrors continue to bang on the front door more and more fierce, Ratburn raced himself out of the house and into his garage to load up any tools he could use for future use then stepped on the gas racing out in high speed making marks from out of his driveway out onto the neighborhood street.

"See if I can help anyone in need." Ratburn said to himself while looking into his rearview mirror, just then he heard a huge explosion looking back to see the front of his house blew up and the rest was in flames. "Take that you bastards…"

Meanwhile at the Crosswire residence, Muffy was waiting by the front door pacing back and forth waiting for something.

"Where are they? They are missing my party!" Muffy moaned, just then there was a knock at the door and as the snobby girl squealed she opened it to show it was her butler; Bailey who was busy warding off the zombies off with a pistol. "Well Bailey?"

"I'm afraid your friends aren't coming Miss Crosswire. Please let me in I'm running out of ammunition and can't fend off your home forever because they're growing in numbers!" Bailey pleaded still firing into the crowd of zombies who were advancing towards the residence.

"Bailey, you stay out there and keep watch until my friends come, I'm not canceling my party for some decaying freaks!" Muffy squalled at her butler then slammed the door on him.

"Miss Crosswire, I beg of you let me in!" Bailey knocked on the door and hollered for help. "No stay back! Stay back! NO!" The butler screamed in bloody murder as the zombies closed in on him and started eating away his flesh.

"Ah poop I needed him to get me some double chocolate ice cream while he was out there." Muffy moaned, just then it went silent as the munching and screaming stopped the doorbell rang. Muffy squealed in excitement and opened the door to see about twenty zombies standing there looking at her with their hungry eyes. "Are you here for the party?" Just then a zombie form of D.W. pounced on top of Muffy and started to eat her flesh, as with other zombies started to bite on her spoiled skin. Suddenly as they thought Bailey the butler wasn't really zombie chow as he really ran away from the mansion escaping with only some scratches.

"Stupid little spoiled whore deserved it…" Bailey ran from the property while reloading his pistol.

(3 hours later)

The remaining people of Elwood City took shelter in the elementary school with few people volunteering to take a trip around the neighborhoods hoping to find more survivors. Buster unfortunately made Mr. Ratburn stop for tacos instead of finding anyone in need of help.

"Buster you know you just knocked off twenty minutes of our trip just to get you those tacos instead of helping anyone who might be in trouble." Mr. Ratburn said a bit disappointed then stepped on the gas to race out of the parking lot back to the school which was pretty much boarded up too.

"Hey they should have bought a copy of the Zombie survival guide and they wouldn't be in this mess." Buster replied while taking a bite of the taco.

"Before we head back to the school does anyone need anything? If so say something now!" Ratburn warned.

"No." Said Buster, Binky, Rattles, and Carlos (Who somehow appeared in the story; don't worry I'll explain later how he got here)

(5 minutes later)

"I need to go to the bathroom." Binky asked.

"Stick your ass out the window and go because I'm not stopping this car!" Ratburn said while concentrating on the road.

"Hey Binky, I'll give you five bucks if you stick your ass out the window with those things trying to grab onto the car!" Rattles bet.

"Five bucks? ALRIGHT!" Binky pulled down his pants and rolled down the window sticking his huge ass out the car window, suddenly the car stopped due to a road block and the zombies quickly caught the scent of flesh. Suddenly Mr. Ratburn's car battery went dead and the zombies started shuffling towards the car, he tried to turn it back on but it wouldn't budge.

"Uh… Mr. Ratburn…" Binky asked.

"What Binky?" Ratburn asked in anger while trying to start up the car again.

"THE ZOMBIES ARE BITING MY BUTT!" Binky cried as the zombies started to crowd on the passenger side of the car and pulling the bulldog boy out of the window and started munching on him. Just then the car started up again and Ratburn stepped on the gas.

"Wow… Didn't know the idiot would actually do it." Rattles said a little amazed.

"Well, I guess I have to explain to Mrs. Barns that her son died because he stuck his ass out the window and the zombies started to eat him. Matter of fact that's kind of funny." They all started to laugh and accidentally hit a fire hydrate which caused Rattles to break his neck while everyone else was okay. Carlos, Buster, and Mr. Ratburn raced out of the car leaving the injured kid by himself as the zombies quickly caught up and started eating the poor boy.

"Any bright ideas now?" Carlos asked.

"Yeah let's go see a movie!" Buster shouted.

"I don't think we got time to see a movie Buster. ZOMBIES ARE ON OUR ASSES AND WE NEED TO GET BACK TO THE SCHOOL!" Ratburn shouted as he took out his shotgun and started firing at the zombies who were getting closer to them, he threw Carlos the handgun and they started to run again eventually making it to the school.

Meanwhile back at the Elementary school, the survivors were in the gymnasium trying to keep each other company and safe. Mr. Frensky was in charge of when to dispense rations, other families were sitting on cots and eating soup and talking about their experiences with the zombies, others weren't taking it so well. Mr. Crosswire was trying to be an ass kisser just to get a better portion of soup for himself, Mr. Frensky waved the idea and made sure everyone got an even amount just then Bailey enters the gym wobbling and trying to cover up his wound with a piece of his uniform, he was immediately taken care of by the school nurse who sat him down on a cot.

"Oh the horror… the horror." All it was that Bailey can say.

"What about my pumpkin?" Mr. Crosswire rushed over to his servant's side.

"Oh I'm sorry master Crosswire, your daughter has fallen victim to those things." Bailey coughed, the nurse made sure he lay down completely by pushing him down slightly.

"No, I'm talking about my prize winning pumpkin that I enter for the fair…" Mr. Crosswire replied.

"Oh… that…" Bailey coughed, "I'm sorry, but that thing is probably back at the house where those things must have smashed it…"

"YOU BASTARD!" Mr. Crosswire tried to lunge at his injured servant but Mr. Frensky, Bo (buster's dad), and David Read held him back. Suddenly Mr. Ratburn, Buster, and Carlos came running back into the school blocking the front door and then ran into the gym huffing and puffing for air.

"How did the search go?" Mr. Haney asked by walking up to the three.

"Uh… we ended up killing two people in the process…" Buster admitted. "Binky got humped by a bunch of zombies and we left Rattles good for dead because he had a broken neck. Oh yeah, I took that five dollars Rattles bet Binky for sticking his butt out the window." Mr. Haney only looked at them strangely.

To be continued…

Note: Now that was messed up I admit! More will come as I had a lot of fun doing this chapter while eating so much sugar filled stuff and this is how it comes out. I'm sorry for it being the crudest I've ever done but I do write a lot of weird stuff.