Chapter 3
"So, you need my help?"
"That's right, sir."
"Zombies?"
"Yep."
"I can handle them."
"How?"
"How, you ask?"
Arnold stood up, and pressed a button on the wall.
The wall turned, revealing SMGs, Bazookas, Shotguns, Grenades, Grenade Launchers, and a mini-Nuke.
"Wow..." Ozzie said.
"I've taken down Werewolves, Predators, Aliens, Vampires, Witches, Zombies, and George W. Bush."
"Cool." Was all Ozzie could say.
"So...," Arnold grabbed a Bazooka and a Grenade Laucher, holding one in each hand. "Let's kill some Zombies."
Ozzie picked up two SMGs.
"I'm ready, Arnold." Ozzie replied, wrapping a bandana around his head...
They stormed out into the street, and Arnold fired his weapons instantly.
Zombie parts flew everywhere, and explosions rocked the area.
"Wait!" Ozzie shouted.
"What?"
Arnold stopped.
"I have to get my family with us for protection!"
"All right, then. Let's go!"