Zombie Paul trudged towards Till's tent. He got inside and found Till eating and farting, as usual.

"Vat you vant??" Till said with a mouthfull of twinkies.

"Brains..." Zombie Paul moaned. Zombie Paul moved slowly towards Till, tripped on a dildo, looked around to see if anyone besides Till saw him, and played it off as if nothing happened. "BRAINS..."

"HAHA! Vant a tvinky instead?" Till held out a twinky. He noticed Zombie Paul's abnormally green skin and shrugged, shoving the twinky in his mouth.

"BRAINS!!" Zombie Paul groaned as a large beetle crawled out of his nose.

"You sure need vone" Till said and scratched his ass. Suddenly Paul hopped on him and started chewing through his skull. "Zat tickles" Till said. Paul's teeth chomped until he reached Till's brain. "OWWWWW!!!" Till said and was about to kick Paul's ass, but it was too late cause his brain was already getting eaten.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Christoph stood alone in the woods taking a piss. He heard a noise, zipped up and hopped into Flake's tent. "Flake! Flake! You haff to vake up!!"

"I am avake." Flake said upon his nest.

"Oh yah." Christoph said, "For a zecont zere I forgot birds don't sleep. ANYVAY, Olli has turned into a zombie and he killed Paul!" Christoph bit his nails, inspected them and wiped his fingers on his pants.

"So?" Flake said.

"Und Paul's blood almost got all ofer my nice shirt." Christoph made a sad face, saw his reflection in a nearby mirror and smiled. "Luckily I ran off just in time!" He said as he started to tidy up his hair.

Flake pulled an egg out of his ass as he stood up and threw it out the window. "SO??"

"So it's scary. Und not normal. Ve haff to do somezink!" Christoph looked around nervously. "I know! Let's dress up like pirates!"

Flake blinked and stared at Christoph blankly, watching him draw on a fake mustache.

"Zis vay zey VON'T recognize us!" Christoph said. "Vant to dance a pirate jig?"

"Pirate jigs are evil" muttered Flake. "Und so are gay pirates."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Elsewhere in the dark, scary woods, the blood thirsty Zombies roamed...

"My word, I love them soggy too!" Zombie Paul exclaimed in an exagerated british accent.

"Well then! That's just marvelous!" Zombie Richard said. "You know, when we weren't zombies, I despised you beyond my understanding."

"Me too, ol' chap!" Zombie Till said, patting Zombie Paul on the back.

"Who's up for a jolly good game of cricket? Where's the loo? Turn on the telly. Jolly Good!" Zombie Richard said.

"Why do we have British accents now?" Zombie Olli wondered out loud.

"Who knows, but it sure is jolly good fun!" Zombie Paul exclaimed.

"I'm hungry." Zombie Till said.

"Looks as though we must venture to find some nice, soggy brains." Zombie Olli said. They all went back into "regular, stereotypical" zombie mode so not to ruin the effect of this scary story.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

For a while there was complete silence in Flake's tent.

"Vat vas zat??" Christoph clung to Flake.

A moan of "Brainsss...." came from outside.

Flake and Christoph both turned slowly and looked out the window.

"Holy shit... ve're trapped..." Christoph said before Flake fainted in his arms.

Tune in next time for the final installment... MWAHAHAHAHA!!!

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