You know you've been watching too much Shaun of the Dead when you wake up and you're surrounded by zombies.
It took about 30 seconds for me to realize I was still in Halloween Town, but that was long enough for a zombie to catch me off guard and bash my head against the ground. Luckily I wasn't very far from the ground when it did, but it still hurt like hell.
Callie and Jack were already up, searching for anything they could use as a blunt weapon. Callie managed to yank a gutter pipe off of its mounts and use it to knock off a zombie's head.
"Unnnhhh..." The zombies groaned.
"This is WONDERFUL," I heard Jack mutter to himself. "First I lose everything I have, now I'm attacked by zombies."
I saw a plank of wood on the ground and picked it up, then started wildly swinging it in every direction. Callie was doing the same. Heads, limbs, and peices of bodies were flying everywhere.
"There's too many!" Callie yelled. "RETREAT!!!"
So, we ran. But they followed us.
"UNNNNHHH!!" They groaned again, angry to see that their prey was running.
"Anyone have any bright ideas?!" I yelled, desperate. We were all still hoplessly swinging at the zombies, but whenever we got rid of one, ten more would take its place.
"RUN!" Jack yelled.
"Good idea!" Callie replied.
And so we ran as fast as we could through town, until we finally came to the main gate. Fortunately for us, it was still open. I ran through and then jumped up and slammed it down as hard as I could, impaling a few zombies. The rest tried reaching at us throught the slats, but then realized it was futile and howled with rage.
"Hey, I have an idea!" Jack exclaimed suddenly.
We followed him past yet more hordes of zombies (they were everywhere) and up to a metal door. It took all three of us to slam the heavy door closed because the zombies kept reaching in, with horribly disgusting crunching noises as their arms were crushed. When we finally did get the door closed, we took a minute to catch our breath and drink in what was going on.
"Alright," I said, gasping for air. "I think...this has something to do with Oogie."
"No shit, Sherlock," Callie muttered. "Hey, Jack, why'd we come back here, anyway? This is Dr. Picklestein's house."
"I need to get somehing," Jack replied.
We shrugged and followed him up the stairs.
"Doctor, I need my Soul Robber," Jack whined loudly.
"Fine, take it!" the doctor yelled from upstairs. "Just don't touch anything else!"
Jack wasn't exactly the best listener in the world. He grabbed the gelatinous glowing green coil off of the table and wrapped it around his wrist, but in the process knocked just about everything else onto the floor. I winced as the glass bottles and test tubes hit the floor, shattering instantly.
"JACK!!!" Dr. Picklestein yelled. "WHAT ARE YOU BREAKING?!?!"
"Nothing!" Jack called back. "Let's get out of here," he muttered, heading for the door.
When we got outside, Callie pointed to the Soul Robber and asked, "What is THAT?"
"This is Phil," Jack replied smugly.
"...'Phil'?" What kind of dumb name for a weapon is Phil?!" I shot back.
"HIS NAME IS PHIL!!!" Jack yelled at me, waving the shape-shifting whip in my face. "GOT A PROBLEM?!"
"Yeah, well..." Callie said, interrupting our argument, "How's that pile of Jello gonna help us fight zombies?"
"Like so," Jack said, opening the door. As a zombie saw him standing there out in the open and charged, the Soul Robber extended and wrapped around the zombie's leg. Before the zombie could even wonder what had just grabbed it, Jack yanked the Soul Robber back and slammed the zombie into the ground. Blood and guts flew everywhere.
"Okay, you've convinced me," Callie said, wiping blood off her face. "Now let's get out of here."