The fog that peeled in from the shoreline snaked through the city streets, a series of gray fingers filtering past the abandoned second-story windows. Streetlights -- disconnected from the main grid -- unceasingly blinked red for long-abandoned vehicles. The cars and busses all stood silent. Occasionally one vehicle's shattered windows and blood-spattered hood spoke in voiceless testimony of one unlucky soul's failed attempt to flee the city.

The shadows were everywhere. And some of them moved. Blinking streetlights illuminated the blackened hollows of lifeless eyes, glistening with moisture as they flicked back and forth, unblinking. Bare feet slid across the pavement, leaving greasy stains of clotted blood in their wake. Zombies. Millions of them. And nobody was spared...
Except for us.

Louis: Okay, let's do this. Who's with me!?

Zoey: [Sound of bubblegum cracking]

Louis: I'm thinking we go in through the skylight this time, grab the pipe bomb, and make a beeline straight for the first floor. Does this sound like a plan? Anyone? All I hear is chewing. I hear chewing. Who's chewing?

Bill: MnphGot a sandwich.


Louis: You're eating a sandwich? In the Zombiepocalypse?

Zoey: Can you turn your microphone off? All I hear is lips smacking.

Bill: S'good sandwich.

Louis: Okay you can not possibly move, aim, and shoot a gun while eating a sandwich.

Bill: [Swallowing] Been training my whole life for this.

Louis: This time we are going to be coordinated, people. I don't want a replay of last time, where a smoker snared me on the rooftop while you guys argued Beatles vs. Stones until I died.

              Francis: Stones.               Zoey: Beatles.

[A loud argument erupts.]

Louis: Quiet quiet!! Bill are you done with that sandwich yet?

Bill: MmnnGot a pickle. [Eating]

Louis: I just don't think you guys are paying attention.

Zoey: Hunh?

Louis: Zombies - ZOMBIES! [Fires a submachine gun off the roof of the apartment, howling obscenities.] You see that?

Zoey: What!? Where?

Bill: [Choking noises.]

Louis: I just wanted to see if you were paying attention. And see? Nobody was. Nobody else even pulled out their gun.

Zoey: We didn't pull out our gun because you were shooting randomly at nothing like a jackass.

Louis: Okay, listen. What I'm trying to say is that we need to work as a team. Synchronized. We'll use the voice chat for tactics and warnings, got it? Nothing else. That means no more beatboxing.

Francis: Don't blame tha playa if you can't handle tha jams.

[Francis starts laying down a mean backbeat.]

Zoey: [Freestyles]

Louis: [Gets devoured by a zombie]