Korrasami 88: Two are boys, two are girls.
I am a burglar: Next thing you know, you'll steal the rights to this story!
Al Drin Hoshizora: Seriously? You have NOTHING to say?
Drunken Hamster: Well it's not like they get much visitors anyways.
Antha1: Bookworms or not, they toppled a freaking truck.
Kevinkocher1: I looked her up, and the girl from 30 Days of Night is VERY creepy.
Tseung: Yes, you are. In fact, everyone: try to spot the reference with the names of our four friends here.
Minty Zaki: They don't really have a leader.
Gloyd Orangeboar: Sure thing.
UltraTech Cinder: It'll pass.
Guest: Interesting, indeed.
Creamy Buttercap: Out of the frying pan and into the fire.
The Batista: You just tell yourself that.
Candlehead: Yeah, fine.
Yellowjacket fidgeted uncomfortably in her sleep as she lay next to Bill and Jill. As much as she subconsciously tried to, her mind could not be put at ease while she slept.
Yellowjacket nearly screamed aloud as the nightmare played in her mind.
Riley watched, frightened, as Bill and Jill packed their belongings as they prepared to leave. They could hear the sounds of screams and howls of agony from outside the window, drowned out by the sound of gunfire.
"We have to go, now!" Jill was saying, but Bill took the time to look out the window to see what was transpiring outside. Riley saw the way his face filled with dread, and he turned, prepared to bolt through the door.
Suddenly, the window was smashed through, and a large man dashed inside, his face savage and ferocious as he lunged at Bill. Riley let out a scream as she pointed at the man, and Bill spun around and blasted the man in the face. He slunk to the ground immediately.
Bill grabbed Jill and Riley by the wrists and led them through the door, but as they ran to the stairs, they heard a crashing sound, followed by the door being toppled over and several feral-looking people swarming inside.
Riley heard Bill swear, which he almost never did, and then he led them down the stairs, shooting several of the feral people as they pushed past them. Riley barely avoided being clawed and bitten by them.
The feral people seemed to ignore the three as they raced by, shuffling around the room. Bill, Jill and Riley began to make a break towards the door, but stopped when they saw what was happening outside.
Several neighboring houses were on fire, and there were men in black jackets, shooting at the feral people in the streets. Some of the men were savagely taken down and mauled by the feral people.
Bill, Jill and Riley stood at the door, unsure of where to go, lest they get similarly attacked.
Then, the three heard a loud shriek, and they spun around to see a wild-looking man lunge at them.
But he wasn't aiming for Bill, or Jill.
He was aiming for Riley.
Yellowjacket jumped awake, and was surprised to find that Bill and Jill were gone. She also noticed that the lights were on.
She whipped her hear around, trying to see where they were, and found Blackjacket in the middle of the room. he pointed upstairs, and it was then that Yellowjacket heard the sound of a television being turned on, and the sounds of soccer being played.
Yellowjacket listened to the sound, then groaned in annoyance.
"You know, this place is surprisingly well off considering nobody's been here for who knows how long," Jill noted as she prepared breakfast. Bill was sitting on the couch, watching soccer and eating chips.
"Bill, do you really need to have that so loud?" Jill asked, putting her hand on her hip. "What if the zombies hear it?"
"There are no zombies this far out in the woods as far as I'm concerned," Bill said casually as he watched the television screen. "It's a shame we never found out who won in the big leagues after 'you know what' happened."
Jill sighed, nodding. During that time, Yellowjacket and Blackjacket walked upstairs.
"What's going on?" She asked. Bill and Jill shrugged.
"We're making breakfast," Jill said with an enthusiastic smile. "You probably won't like it. It's just boiled eggs."
Yellowjacket made a gagging sound, then turned and walked over to use the bathroom while Blackjacket returned downstairs. Jill rolled her eyes and returned to cooking.
Upstairs, Mary was flipping through the Warm Bodies novel when she stopped as she heard the sound of the television screen being played downstairs.
Setting the book down, Mary shouted, "George! Rob! Is that you?!" Her cries were drowned out by the sound of the television. When she received no response, she shook her head and returned to reading.
"Stupid boys," She said.
A group of young Freaks were running through the woods to avoid an oncoming wave of zombies who had set their sights on them. They fired several bullets at them in an attempt to ward them off.
One zombie pounced from the side and tackled one Freak. The two soared into the air and off the side of a cliff, and the sound of bones being broken were heard as the two landed. The Freaks ran to the cliff, and found the zombie mauling the unconscious and injured Freak below.
"Leave him!" The leader of the Freaks said as the zombie horde approached. The Freaks fled through the woods, dodging through branches and thickets to escape the overwhelming horde.
Finally, they ducked behind a large log, and heard the sound of the horde racing pas them, having not seen where they went. The zombies vanished into the dark forest, leaving the group.
The moment the last of the zombies were gone, the Freaks breathed a sigh of relief. One of them stood up, pacing around as he relished their lucky escape.
Suddenly, a massive hand grabbed the man from behind, and he was yanked behind a tree before he could shout out for help. The sound of a few punches were heard, alerting the rest of the small group, now consisting of three.
"Um, Max?" The leader of the group asked. He received no answer. He turned to the man sitting at his left, who shrugged.
The leader then turned to stare at the third member of his group, sitting next to a toppled tree, and he gulped. The third man saw his stare, and he slowly turned around to see a large zombie with red hair casually sitting next to him, one massive arm slung around his shoulders.
The zombie turned to the leader of the group, and winked. The leader then turned to the man on his left, and found a zombie dressed all in black sitting between them, his arms slung around their shoulders.
A woman with white hair then dropped from the trees onto the ground, and turned to the leader of the group, and grinned mischievously.
The leader gulped.
Three hours later, the three walked back to their cabin, not noticing the car parked nearby. They walked up to the door, twisted the doorknob, and opened the door.
Once they were inside, they were surprised to find several plates with half-eaten food on the table, a bag of chips on the ground, and the bathroom door wide open.
Confused, the three zombies entered the house. Rob went to the bathroom while George went over to the television.
"Hey, someone's been eating my chips," George said as he waked up to the empty bag. "Shelley, have you been eating my chips?"
The blonde zombie shook her head. As she did, the fat zombie walked out of the bathroom, his face twisted into anguish.
"What is it, Rob?" George asked.
The Rob turned to face him, a look of utter horror on his face.
". . . Someone forgot to flush."
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