When Bob slowly regained consciousness, he noticed a dancing flame in a furnace on the other side of the room. Am I in a barn? Bob thought to himself. His head felt like it was hit with two bricks together, so he couldn't think clearly. Before he slightly raised his head, he examined his surroundings. On the ground was a human corpse than was surrounded with it's own blood. I hope I don't end up like that! Bob thought as he started to watch mice eat the corpse with blood on their small pointy teeth. He noticed a big red spot on the wall out of the corner of his eye and started to lok at it. He could barely make out what it said, but he soon saw the sloppy words WE HUNGER spelled out on the wall with human blood. He stood up and came face to face with zombies surounding him.
No escape this time, Bob thought as a zombie that seemed like the leader of the pack approaching.
"Bob, you fool. I thought you were much smarter than this!" Bob did'nt answer. "So you won't say anything, eh Bob? Boy's feeding time! Let's cook him up first...we don't want a cold meal!" The zombies were surrounding Bob quickly.
What to do, what to do...Bob was debating on which he should give in or fight back. He had made his decision. The zombies picked him up and approached the flame that was about to devour Bob.
"I guess this is goodbye then..." Bob whispered to himself.
"Yeah, goodbye from here!" Bob punched one of the zombies in the face right before his foot was fed to the fire. The other zombies lost a hold on him, so Bob ran over the the corner of a room where a shotgun and a shovel could be found.
"I knew I should have gotten that shotgun taken out of here..." The zombie leader said. "GET HIM, BOYS!"
The other zombies started running after him as he shot one in the face. One zombie's head was in the path of a hurled shovel. BOOM! As the decapitated zombie fell backwards, the shovel pierced the heart of another zombie. The other zombies didn't seem to care about the heaping masses of blood on their hands and legs. Bob only picked off two other zombies before one leaped on top of his body. He suddenly realized he was out of ammo.
He pushed the zombie off of him and brought the guns handle down on the zombies head with all of his strength. SPLAT! It's brain flopped up and down like a red geletan desert and then sat there before him motionlessly. As he got up, he saw one zombie running straight towards him, so he backed up. The speed the zombie was going caused him not beign able to stop, so he slipped on the other zomibes brain and ran into a pitchfork in front of him. Blood spurted onto the floor through the holes in it's skin as it vomited blood into hay, and twitched one last time. Only one more zombie, I can take this guy, thought Bob as he picked up the shovel again.
Bob and the zombie circled the same path over and over again, until the zombie finally lashed out onto Bob. Bob was straining to keep him off, so he thrusted the shovel into the zombie's clammy body. The zombie let out a scream of pure hatred and then lifelessly fell to the ground. Bob started to wipe off some blood from his body when the leader jumped in front of him, causing him to fall over. The leader of the redead zombies pinned Bbo to the ground where Bob couldn't break loose.
"You pesky human! I should have killed you when I had the chance! Now you will die!" The leader was about to bite him, when Bob broke free and he reached for the shovel. The zombie leader kicked it away from him and tackled him. Bob threw him off and dived for the shovel. Bob got a hold of the shovel and quickly brought it down to cut off the zombie leaders leg.
The zombie leader screamed and crawled away. Bob stepped in front of him, stoppign him in his tracks. "Where do you think you're going?"
"You've won this time, Bob! Next time you won't be so lucky!" Bob quickly brought the shovel down on the zombies head, splitting it's brain in half. Bob sat for a moment and caught his breath. When he was done, he wiped blood off of his body and stood up. He walked out of the barn with the shovel in his hand. He stopped, and he quickly turned around and kicked the zombie leaders leg into the corner, splashing it's pool of blood that it produced. He turned toward the exit, and left the room for the last time.
