“Run, dammit! Run as fast as you can! We’re almost there!!!”
The moaning grew louder behind them as the hoard encroached ever nearer to the small, wooden shack. The large man ran forward and quickly unlatched the well-barricaded door. “Bah! These things just get harder and harder to open every day, eh comrade?”, yelled the man with a tinge of bitter laughter. The man was followed into the shack by a meek, slender-looking boy in his mid teens. “Shouldn’t we knock first?”, the boy squeaked, “There may be someone in there!” The large man dropped the wooden board he was holding and stared the boy straight in the eyes. “You want to see light of day tomorrow, yes? Then you stop being whiny like little bitch, and start having balls, like large ox.” The boy was quiet as the man finished tearing off the boards. “Kee-ya!”, he yelled as he kicked open the door. “Now we find furniture, go!” The boy stopped and stared in horror at the creature that stood before them. “ZOMG!”, he screamed, “IT’S TEH ZOMB13?!”