The first scuffle
The clock had just struck 12 midnight when
the boards broke silently. A lone hand pried it's
way into the doorway, then a arm and body began
following. The zombie was still intact, and very
mobile for what had happened to it, as it made it's
way up the hall stairs. Seeing a door open, it made
a quick path into the room. A figure was inside,
sleeping on the bed, very peacefully. The zombie
bent down and seemed to sniff at the legs of the
The scream echoed down throughout the house.
Rick and Khayman were the first up, running to where
they heard the sound. They cleared the doorway and
had to take three steps back. The zombie had hovered
over Phantom_Ranger's prone form, fingers in his eye
sockets, greedily chewing flesh from bone.
"Jesus!" Rick turned green from the sick
feeling in his stomach. Khayman jacked a round into
the gun, and fired a blast into the zombie's head.
It quickly dropped to the ground with a moan. They
walked into the bedroom and looked at Phantom
Ranger's mangled frame. "He's dead, but what do you
think? Think he may come back?" Khayman asked.
Rick fired three shots into Pr's face,
exploding the head all over the room. "Nope. I don't
think he will." They shrouded both corpses with sheets,
wrapping them up carefully and throwing both outside.
"I hate doing that to him, but he pisses me off anyway."
Rick said grimly. "You mean that?" Rick sighed and
shook his head no. "No, I actually like the big
They walked back into the house, where the alt
regulars were standing. "What was that all about?"
Katie demanded. "We had company." Rick said. "A
zombie broke through a door." Jaws hit the floor.
"We ain't safe here, but we're trapped as well."
"How so?" asked Kristen. Rick calmly answered.
"They're all over the place. To make matters worse,
someone's taken all the gas out of our cars somehow.
We can't leave."
"I said it before. We're all gonna die." Static
said. The entire room glared at him as he held up
his hands. "I know i know....Shut up." Rick giggled
and patted Static on the back. "Look, we're gonna
do our damndest to make it."
"I know!" Amanda sat up with a start. "My
uncle's helicopter!" Khayman frowned. "How are we
gonna get there? Canada's kinda far off."