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There is a house on the “Forums Games Drive” road. It is white and has high walls. It is a very nice house, so it sad to say that our Hero’s didn’t live there. No they lived in a dump in the General Discussion section. But the house doesn’t matter seeing as by the end of the story its goanna get nuked.
This house belongs to four housemates and on this morning Suicidal Bunny (Let’s call him SB) woke up, on the bed (for once). It was nine so SB followed his normal routine; he went down to the living room and found 2 of his 3 house mates, playing Halo 3. “Guy how long have you been playing?” SB asked.
“38 hours in 2 minutes” Ironhide answered.
“I thought it was 48 hours” Master Eragon said.
“Ah, I’m too pissed to care.”
“Uh-Huh” SB nodded “Want anything from the milk-bar?”
IH lifted his arm in to the air “Beer”
“I’ll take one as well”
“Uh-huh” SB turned and went to the stairs, “Hey, Saint want anything from the Milk-Bar?” there was no answer “Saint, Did you hear me?” Silence “OI PRICK. WANT SOMETHING FROM THE SHOP?” there was a groan from upstairs. “You sound like a Zombie” SB paused “Man you must be drunk”
“You bet” A voice came from the study.
SB walked out, walking passed several cars that had been flipped over. He stared at them blankly. SB walked into the milk-bar. Got two beers and a diet coke and walked to the counter.
“Hey Spitfire, can I get the paper?” Spitfire9 stood up from behind the counter. “Hey, You have the paper” Spitfire groaned.
“Yeah, okay can I get the paper” SB said, Spitfire groaned again.
“Man I get it you're so drunk. But can I get the paper.” Spitfire opened his mouth, leaned forward and tried to bite SB, SB dodged him.
“Fine, forget it. Here’s the money” he said dropping the coins on the table. “By the way, Spitfire you’ve got a hole in you chest, and man you’re missing an arm.” He said as he walked out of the milk-bar.
He stopped and turned around, looking at the milk-bar. “You know there’s something strange about it today.” He said and studied the store. He missed the broken windows and the corpse hanging from the second floor, but he did see something else. “OH MY GOD. He painted the doors red. How did I miss that?” he turned around feeling like and idiot.
On the way home SB walked past a horde of bloody people, several over turned cars and stopped to pat a cat with half a body, he didn't thing anything was strange about this.
He came home, closed the door and went to the living room. He threw the beers at ME and IH, who were still playing Halo 3.
“Hey ME pass me a controller.” SB turned around, WACK. A controller hit him in the face. “’anks” he said and sat down, on the remote. The TV switch to Network Five.
“Oh, quickly find the remote” IH screamed, “It’s the news, I can’t stand the news” he said panicking looking for the remote.
“Wait IH” ME stared “its breaking news”
“Screw that, It’s still the news”
“Wait. It about The Dead Rising” ME looked up. Turned around and yelled “HEY, JOSH YOUR ON THE NEWS”
“No he isn’t, His Saint Rising now, Remember.” SB said “No, this is about, Hordes of Zombies attacking people and turning them into- a what- oh wait the Zombies
“Hasn’t TV been doing that already” Saint said.
“Woa man, how did you do that?” SB said “Oh anyway, you have got to see Spitfire, When I saw him at the Milk-Bar, he was like missing an Arm and he had a holeeeeeee-“ Suddenly it clicked for SB. The door painted red, the hordes of dead people, the half a cat and the over turned cars (well not them really). “OH MY GOD, There’s a Zombie Holocaust going on.”
Saint looked at him “Well Duh”
A creaking sound filled the room. They all turned to look at the doors, which now had several Zombies walking through it. The housemates looked at each other, “OH CRAP!”
This post has been edited by Suicidal Bunny: 05 April 2008 - 02:51 PM
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And my dad wouldn't either. XD
