DEAD END

Weird Zombie

"f**k! Do something," said Nick as he struggles with the man. "What should I do?" Judy asked looking around. "Grab the fish hook," Nick replied as he keeps struggling to avoid getting bitten. Trying to push the man away, his hand sank into the man's rotted jaw exposing some fresh human flesh on his teeth. "Oh f**k!" Nick exclaimed. "This f*****g asshole is a f*****g talking zombie," said Nick as he held the man by the head and without hesitation, he started twisting the man's head until it got ripped out from his neck.

"Is he dead?" Judy asked as she kicked against the man's headless body. "Thanks for nothing," said Nick as he frowns at Judy. "Don't be mad at me, I was so afraid that I don't even know where to start helping," Judy said. "You should have start with handing me the fish hook or stabbing him with it," Nick rashes at Judy. "I am sorry Nick, I was afraid that all ideas vanished from me," Judy replied. "And besides you are immune to zombie bites," Judy added. "This is not an ordinary zombie!" said Nick. "Then what is he?" Judy asked. "A f*****g talking zombie," said Nick as he walked straight into the shower. "I am sorry," said Judy as he went after Nick. "I can make it up to you right now," she added standing by the door of the bathroom. "You can make it up to me by disposing that f*****g body off my boat," Nick replied.

At this time, Curtis was already exhausted, walking half-mile; he came across a museum, he slowly found his way in and climbed the stairs. At the sound of his footsteps, seven zombies started working towards the stairs, dragging their rotten flesh with groans and hissing. "Oh f**k!" Curtis exclaimed. "I am not alone," he added as he quickly turned around to make a run.

Seeing the office by his right, he quickly kicked the door open and shut it from behind, panting heavily as he leans on the door. "I am screwed he said as he flashes his torch looking for a way out.

Back at Nick's boat, Nick untied his boat as he sailed away with Judy, " Wise decision," said Judy. "The world is dead, you know we have no place to go," said Nick. "At least we can survive longer instead of getting bitten," Judy replied. "Will you excuse me, I need to take my shower to smell good," said Judy as she winks at Nick.

A few minutes later, Judy after having her bath walked out of the bathroom with Nick's new pendant, "You must have forgotten this inside the bathroom," said Judy as she stretches her hand to hand the pendant to Nick. "Thanks," said Nick as he slowly takes the pendant off Judy's hand. "It's nice," Judy smiled. "That's right," Nick replied with a soft smile. "I will be asleep in case you need me," said Judy. "You better don't turn and bit me while I am asleep," Judy added as she puts up a smile. "I will try not to," said Nick as he smiled back.

Still flashing his torch around, Curtis saw a pix ax and without hesitation, he picked it up, and with boldness, he walked out to face the zombies. "You wanna f**k, come to me you motherfuckers," said Curtis as he positioned the ax. As the zombies groans and drag their body parts towards Curtis with spitty hiss and groaning. "That's it bitches!" said Curtis as he kicked down the first zombie and landed the pickax on his skull. Turning again with his eyes fixed on the second zombie, "Walk fast motherfucker," he said as the zombie drags its body parts with a spitty hiss. "Kiss me, baby," said Curtis as he made fun of the zombie and burying the sharp pocket knife on the skull of the zombie.

After killing off the seven zombies, he sat down at a corner to catch his breath. "I need my ass together," he said breathing in and out. With his eyes fixed on the entrance door of the museum, he saw a shape of a woman standing at the entrance. With curiosity he stands to his feet, approaching the entrance to know who it was. "Hello, you need help?" Curtis asked as he slowly approaches with his pickax in place.

The woman who stood at the entrance door wore a red robe with a white girdle around her waist, with her head looking down, Curtis was lost and confused as he approaches the lady, "Hello ma'am, you need help?" said Curtis as he gently held the woman by her shoulder. But shockingly, the woman grabbed Curtis' hand and twisted it, "Ahhh!" he screamed as he flashed his light on the woman's face, he saw a half of her face pealed out exposing her rotted teeth. "Holy cow!" he exclaimed on realizing the woman was a zombie.

As he was about to run back inside she knocked him down and started kicking against him as she staggers. Suddenly she lunged herself on him to bite Curtis as she held him down. With one hand Curtis wages her from biting him as he stretches his hand to reach the pickax. On seeing this, the zombie punched Curtis in the face, but Curtis at this time was holding the pickax against her throat saying, "My turn!"

Standing to his feet he mutters as he exclaimed at the same time saying, " A f*****g female zombie kicked my ass." "This is new. I better get my ass inside and have some nap," he added as he looks around.

At the wood house, the thugs were getting high when they heard footsteps approaching, "We got company," said the leader of the thugs as each one of them armed themselves. "Go check it out," said the leader of the thugs as he pointed at one of his guys close to the door. "I am scared," the guy replied shaking his head.

As they were still arguing on who to open the door, the door was kicked down by a tall man looking like a zombie, his body parts were patched up and his face filled with lots of patches. With a saw in his hand, he smiled down on the thugs saying, "I came bearing gifts." "Who the hell are you?" the leader of the thugs asked sternly. "You can call me the Mummy," he replied with a smile. "Screw you!" said the leader of the thugs as he crackled his gun and opened fire on the Mummy.

Terrified and filled with fear, the thugs started drawing back on seeing the bullets bounced back with no effect on the Mummy. "You just pissed me off and I hate it when people piss me off," said the Mummy as he slit the throat of the leader of the thugs with his saw. With his eyes fixed on the rest of the thugs, he asked sternly, "Who wants my gift?"