When I put the cell phone to Johnny's head, the only thought racing through my head, was Please work, please work, dear god, please work!

At first it seemed to be working. Johnny stood as if in a trance and twitching slightly. Then, as if something had gone completely wrong, Johnny exploded into a raging, screaming, and kicking monstrosity, with only one thing on his mind, nothing.

His brain had been wiped again, disproving my theory. Obviously, whoever had created the signal, still found it necessary to keep broadcasting. Those bastards.

I turned around, and saw Johnny with my gun, pointed right at me.

The last thing I saw was the burning lust for revenge in his eyes.

BLAM!

It all went black.

The End…

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