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Zombies and ADD

They worked their way out onto the roof. Arnold quickly closed the hatch behind Helga and started to open his sleeping bag, Helga followed suit. She unrolled her sleeping bag and Helga was more than slightly shocked by the results.

"Twinkies, football head and a bottle of cheese wiz? Is this…a copy of 'Zombies Weekly'? Baked Beans, huh? A Nerf gun and a water gun…and spray paint. One small blanket with kittens all over it? Wow, thank god the zombies we are fighting really are fictional." Arnold let out a snort of laughter.

Helga raised her head to see what Arnold had stuffed away in his sleeping bag by his Grandmother and was surprised even more by the contents in his. "A batman comic? Toilet paper and a tube of toothpaste. Is that crocheting needles and string…the game of Life? Another blanket, huh? I guess zombies must attack in the wintertime. I can see the usefulness of some of it but comics..."

Arnold tilted his head to one side and gave Helga a weird look for a moment. Then he got a wicked expression on his face. Like a bullet he ran over to Helga and grabbed the water gun, then ran a few feet away and turned to face Helga. "So useless stuff, huh? Exactly what a zombie would say. Stay over there or I will be forced to shot!"

Helga rolled her eyes at Arnold, "Doi, zombies don't talk, genius." With this said Helga got to her feet and grabbed the Nerf gun. "We've been on the roof for too long you're starting to suffer from delusions, football head. Come here so I can tie you up."

Helga only took one step before a jet of water sprayed her in the face. She started to sputter, "Arnold, you're dead meat!" With this Helga launched herself at Arnold she shot the first Nerf 'bullet' at Arnold and shot him in the leg. Arnold pretended that she had really shot him in the leg and fell down to one knee but he still took aim and fired with his water gun getting Helga's shirt all wet.

"Ah, my shirt!" Helga cried out in dismay. "Ok, you want to play that way? All right maybe I am a zombie? The new hybrid talking kind but I still have a need for brains. Delicious brainy, brains!" With this said Helga shot the remaining bullets at Arnold, while running towards him and then knelt down when she reached him. She lifted up her arms and took hold of both sides of his head and proceeded to yell, "Brains!" in a slightly disturbing way. Then began munching on his hat and hair.

Arnold was only surprised for a moment then he began to shout about how he wasn't going down without a fight and began to shot more water at Helga, getting his own shirt wet in the process. When all the water was used up he tossed the gun aside and began to wrestle with Helga to get the vise grip she had on his head loose.

"No, I won't let you!"

"Stop it football head! I'm trying to feast on your brains, criminy!"

With this said Helga realized the situation she was in. They were both wet from the water gun, barely clothed and as an added bonus it was the middle of the night…Arnold took full advantage of Helga's confusion and took the opportunity to not only loosen her grip on him but to also tackle her to the ground.

"Ha! I triumph over all! I am the zombie killer! Now zombie say 'Uncle!' or else deal with the consequences!" Helga just stared at him with a dreamy expression on her face. Arnold didn't quite get what was wrong till he realized he was on top of her. Not just that but he had her hands pinned down behind her head with his arms. Arnold wasn't quite sure what to do, all of a sudden he noticed how warm she felt under him and how her breathing had gotten shallow.

He felt his cheeks get red and Arnold averted his eyes and started to look at her hair. Helga saw Arnold blush and couldn't help but get a little pink also. She didn't know what to do her brain was short-circuiting. She could feel every contour of him and she certainly didn't have any complaints. 'I have to say something but what? I, I…'

"What are you doing football head?"

Arnold just continued to look at her hair, "What Helga? Is this making you uncomfortable? Hate to be an inconvenience to you, or do I?" Arnold slowly moved his head down softly nuzzled her hair, "So you're the talking emotional hybrid zombie?"

'Criminy, he's gone over the deep end! What do I do? But I really don't want to do anything.' Before she knew it she was leaning into him, she knew she had to focus but how could she in a situation like this?

Suddenly a sharp sound ripped them apart. Arnold jumped off of her like his skin was on fire. It had been a horn on the freeway above. Helga just looked at him from her spot on the ground, "God! You almost squashed he bucko! What the hell?" Helga quickly sat up and brushed herself off. 'What had that all been about?' She silently thought.