Zombie Island

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''THIS STORY IS TRANSLATED FROM ZOMBINIAN TO ENGLISH. PLEASE NOTICE THAT THIS MAY NOT BE YOUR LANGUAGE.'' //Raag beek rawgg breanf braignar Zombinian ra English. Plagh nargh fagh laaagh rahgh na uar larguaargh// [[accept]] [[decline]]

//''"Years ago, acient rumors state there may be some sort of intellegent species out there, maybe on our own Earth! We sent out our best and bravest researchers, Dave Cosentino and Charlie Vanluven."''// [[Next]]

Ragh Naph grahh pargh nar? [[ok then.->accept]]

//''"I do not know anything about their voyage, but I'm sure it won't be a simple one. This is Edward Bohn, signing out for journal entry 32."''// "What is this?" Doug asks, brushing off dust and gravel. [[Ooh, What is it?]]

"It looks like some sort of old-people journal," Ronald Guesses. "How long ago do you think this is written?" Doug asks. "I don't even have a clue, probably 3000 billion *BURP* years ago!" Ronald answers. "But there is going to be a party at the watch-tower today, wanna come?" Ronald offered. "But today was my tombstone day! I'm going to celebrate it near the docks." What should Doug do? This may be your most difficult decision... Go to Ronald's [[Watchtower Party]] Go to Doug's [[Tombstone Celebration Party]]

"I guess I can wait another year..." Doug made his desicion. "Ooh, someone can actually come! I dont know what to expect in this worn down and abandon place by none other than the Zombies!" Ronald was excited. "Ugh, lets get this over with, I wanna' make it in time for my big cake," Doug was getting impatient. "Its a few miles away, how should we get there?" Ronald questioned. "I see some things we can use..." Doug was known as a pretty creative guy when it comes to choices. [[Go back to the Tombstone day|Tombstone Celebration Party]] [[take a car]] [[Walk]]

"Uh, sorry Ronald... I can go to the next one, ok?" Doug was going to go to his tombstone party. "But there isnt going to be another party in another 14 years!" Ronald begged him to come. "I can't dude, I'm turning 115! THERE IS GOING TO BE A PINATA!" "Alright, Ill come." Ronald made his choice. Now it's your turn! How should you get there? [[Drive]] [[Walk|take a walk]] [[Go to the watchtower Party|Watchtower Party]]

There are no cars... Maybe you can [[Fly]]? just [[Walk]]

It takes three long hours of just limping and tripping, but you made it to the Watchtower. [[ok!]]

You and Ronald levitate and holy light shines upon you as a quire of angels sing. You also find a ticket flying in the air, which is odd. <<set $hasTicket to true>> [[ok!]]

You open the door and see many people, but you can choose their names! The Host: <<textbox "$host" "">> The Fancy guy <<textbox "$fancy" "">> The Big guy: <<textbox "$bigguy" "">> The Crawler: <<textbox "$crawler" "">> The suspicious guy in the corner: <<textbox "$guy" "">> Guy with insanely large hat: <<textbox "$hatman" "">> ???: <<textbox "$teller" "">> [[that was cool]]

Reminder: //This point is a ''Checkpoint'', so if you fail, you will go back to this point.// "Looks like $hatman has an awkwardly huge hat..." Ronald admitted. "And $guy kinda creeps the brains out of me," Doug was cautious. "Hey $bigguy !" Ronald said. ''"Rugh."'' $bigguy responded. [[keep going]] <<if $hasTicket is true>>"Hey, I see a future-telling guy thing over there! [[walk up to the future telling guy]] <</if>>

There are no vehicles... Ooh! Maybe you can [[Fly there]]? Or just [[take a walk]].

It takes three long hours of just limping and tripping, but you made it to his ''TombStone Day.'' [[Walk up to the docks]]

Doug and Ronald walk up to the docks, where the grass and mud transition into wooden platforms. Grass peeks out from under some of these planks. The passage soon led up to a shabby hut, further extended by the zombies. Fog appears to be sprouting out of nowhere. They both limp up to the docks and knock on the door. <img src="https://thumbs.dreamstime.com/b/weathered-wood-dock-leading-across-lake-worn-out-wooden-platform-lakeside-rural-scene-finland-northern-europe-dirty-old-55683316.jpg" alt=""> ''*DONG*'' ''*DONG*'' ''*DONG*'' ''*creeaak*'' The door collapses. Inside is a dark room. Doug peeks around and scans the area. Daylight finds its way around the window curtains, slightly illuminating the room. There is furniture everywhere, scattered like someone dropped a bucket of marbles. "Hey Ronald, I think I might [[look behind the furniture]].

"Umm, Hello strange looking man!" Ronald greeted $teller "Hello! And welcome to my humble stand! Anything I can do for you?" $teller asks. [[Who are you?]] [[Go back|keep going]]

Doug looks around. Lots of zombies are scattered around, muffling to eachother and getting a green liquid as a beverage. There are two rows of stairs leading up to an array of doors, each with numbers going 01-02-03-04... and so on. "Are those bedrooms?" Ronald asks. "It doesn's seem like them since they are so close to the lobby," Doug replies. "Wanna get a ''*burp*'' drink?" Ronald offered. [[Sure, It wouldn't hurt.]] [[Nah, Ill hold off.]]

"Who are you?" Doug asks. "Oh, I am just the fortune teller of the Watchtower of course! But you can call me $teller ." He said. [[What do you do?]]

"What do you do?" Doug asks. "I can tell you thinks not even Dr. Cosentino can think of!" He said. "[[Thats really neat!]]" Ronald exclaims.

"So should we test our future?" Ronald asks Doug. [[Heck Yeah!]] [[keep going]]

Doug looks over to see $fancy scooping a cup out of a rusty bucket of green slime. "Mmmm. looks great!" Doug shuffled over. He pulled up a cup from the floor. He gently pulled out a chunk of the jello-like substance. Actually, not gently. He yanked it with all his might. [[Drink it]] [[Nah, Ill hold off.]]

"I think I'll hold off on this stuff" Doug made his choice. "I'm not the hungriest right now." ''$guy limps up to meet Doug and Ronald. '' "Hey $guy , hows it been?" Ronald greeted $guy . "Hey," $guy 's voice is dry and creaky. "I need to tell you something." "What is it?" Doug wasn't freinds with $guy . Neither were they enemies. "I'm hearing rumors around here that the humans might return. I'm not too sure." "Really? Who said that?" Doug and Ronald said simultaneously. As they speak, growls echo across the room. "[[What is that]]?" Doug asks.

Doug cautiously walks up to push away a red couch to see what is behind it. He lays his hands on it and slides the couch to the right to uncover his ''great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great Uncle Patrick.'' "Surprise! Happy Tombstone day..?" Uncle Patrick expected more excitement in the room. "Umm, Yeah, this is an amazing [[surprise]], Uncle Pat." Doug tried to lighten the mood.

"I'll try some of that, please." Doug asked. "I'm not the bartender, so don't ask me." $fancy said rudely. "Jeez. He could use a dose of 'cheering up'." Ronald said. Doug grabbed a rusty spoon and dug it into the slimy juice. He yanked with his boney arms and put it into a cup. He took a drink. "Mmmm. This tastes like that brain I ate the other day, but more salty. I can't really describe the flavor, It... Is like..." Doug feels drousy as he speaks. He stutters as he tries to blurt out something, and his mouth starts to foam and he collapses on the floor. //''Allergies to jello-like substances?''// [[Retry to Checkpoint|that was cool]] [[Retry to Start|restart]]

Then Doug relizes what the numbers on the doors were for, they're DeathHound cages. It's for the UBEC. (Undead Brain Entertainment Center.) [[Go up and see what the DeathHounds can do]] [[Stay and chat]]

Doug and Ronald shove past some people to get to the old wooden stairs. They then hear the demonic barks and even feel the heat from here. "Ooh, this is gonna' be some fun." Ronald said as he snuck some DeathHound treats; skulls. "Umm, don't get the hounds too excited, you never know what goes on in that empty skull of theirs." Doug warned as he broke a sweat. The two friends make their way to room (or cage) #04. Ronald takes a look through the peep-hole to see a sad-looking DeathHound curled up in a corner. "Aww, the puppy wants some luvins'!" He slides a treat through the underside of the door. Sounds of munching and fire seep through the cracks. Smoke appears to be filling the room. The walls start to crack, and out pops a DeathHound 20 times larger than it should be. It barks as loud as an airhorn mixed with a megaphone. It scoops up Ronald in its mouth and swallows him whole. "No! Ronald!" Doug screams and shuffles over to slay the beast. The hound came for seconds and demolished Doug. <img src="http://i.vimeocdn.com/video/368955454_1280x720.jpg" alt=""> ''Skulls for DeathHounds. Never think of that one again.'' [[Retry to Checkpoint|that was cool]] [[Retry to Start|restart]]

"No, Ronald. We are not going up there. We don't know what they can do." Doug demanded to stay. "Why? I want to go pet the hounds!" Ronald whined. "Maybe we can go look around the Watchtower." "Ok, I guess we can[[look around]]." Ronald agreed.

Doug later notices that alot of his relatives are now coming out of the furniture. It's been so long since Doug has seen them, and he forgets some of their names. Let's make some up! Mom: <<textbox "$mom" "">> Dad: <<textbox "$dad" "">> Grandfather: <<textbox "$grandfather" "">> Grandma: <<textbox "$grandma" "">> Brother: <<textbox "$bro" "">> Great Aunt: <<textbox "$gaunt" "">> Cousin: <<textbox "$cousin1" "">> Another Cousin: <<textbox "$cousin2" "">> [[Now he remembers.]]

You and Ronald levitate and holy light shines upon you as a quire of angels sing. You also find a rubber duck flying in the air, which is odd. <<set $hasDuck to true>> [[Walk up to the docks]]!

Now Doug remembers all of his old family member's names. "Hey $cousin2 , I didn't know you died! How's the Zombie life been holding up?" Doug greeted his long lost cousin. "Graah! Bergcause I diergh, I hagh not reegly goof at Zomboniergh bagh," $cousin2 stutters. "Not really the best at Zombonian yet I see." Doug pointed out. "Yeahf, I'mgh nof theeeeh berst..." $cousin2` tries his best to make out complete words. "Ronald, how about we go [[check out my gifts]]!" Doug offered excitedly.

"Heck yeah!" Doug agrees to share ''any'' information $teller asks. "I only grant accsess to those who have tickets. Do you?" $teller said. "Yeah, here ya' go." Ronald hands the ticket he found flying. "Yes, yes... Give me your hand, I shall do my magic thing." $teller demands. Doug puts out his hand and $teller rubs his finger against his dry skin. "Oh my. Your future does not hold very much for you... I sense that you will.. Oh no. That does'nt seem right. I think that you have no future! It's like there is no future to be told. It is weird. All I see is darkness... //''No.''// Wait. I see someone... Oh my, is that a human? Oh no. No no no. This cannot be your future! You will Get killed by humans while they are claiming the island as theirs! Noo-- $teller collapses in sleep. [[...]]

"How about we just... [[keep going]], please." Doug was pale as snow spray painted white.

Doug looks at a table full of spraypainted boxes of who-knows-what. He asks $mom if he can open them soon. "Hey mom, can I open my gifts soon?" "Yes, honey." She agreed. "We should start with the cake first!" $mom announced. The group got silent as $cousin1 and $bro push up a cart with a slimy, wobbly, and unstable cake for Doug. "Ooh, yum yums for the boys in my tum tums!" Ronald was hungry. "Raagh naf gragh nah ferr goo! Raagh naf gragh nah ferr goo! Raagh naf grah deah Doug... Raagh naf gragh nah ferr goo!" The whole family said for Doug. "Ooh! Blow on the rats now!" $grandma said in a sweet, calm but excited voice. Rats started to come out on the cake, and licked up some of the yellow icing. [[Blow on them?]] [[Don't blow on them]]

Reminder: //This point is a ''Checkpoint'', so if you fail, you will go back to this point.// There are two hallways that split up into sections. Each section of a hallway has 2 doors, labeled like this: ''EX:'' Section A, Room 2. Room A2. "Which section should we go in?" Doug asked. [[A]] [[B]] [[C]] [[D]]

"Lets go to section A." Ronald chose. "Starting off with the first letter." Doug commented. They walk up to the hallway, and like I said, there are two doors. [[enter A1]] [[enter A2]]

"Lets go to section B." Ronald chose. They walk up to the hallway, and like I said, there are two doors. [[enter B1]] [[enter B2]]

"Lets go to section C." Ronald chose. They walk up to the hallway, and like I said, there are two doors. [[enter C1]] [[enter Aperture Science Testing Lab]]

"Lets go to section D." Ronald chose. They walk up to the hallway, and like I said, there are two doors. [[enter D1]] [[enter D2]]

The door creeks as the two buddies open it. "Woah. Its darkne-." Doug swings his head and Ronald was gone. "Wha-" Doug dissapeared too. ''Uh oh! Where'd they go?'' [[Retry to Checkpoint|look around]] [[Retry to Start|restart]]

The door creeks as the two buddies open it. It's empty. Nothing to see here. Except an old zombie begging for brains. He is kinda creepy. "Do you love meh?" he said. [[go back|look around]]

The door creeks as the two buddies open it. There is blood written on the walls saying; "THEY ARE HERE. THEY ARE HERE. THEY ARE HERE. BEHIND YOU." Doug looks around and there is no door. The door to the room vanished. ''Years later'' The two zombies are turning insane, starting to eat their own arms. ''... //z//'' [[Retry to Checkpoint|look around]] [[Retry to Start|restart]]

The door creeks as the two buddies open it. The room is vibrant yellow. There is a blue star floating in circles in the center of the room. Doug reaches out to grab it. <<set $hasTicket to true>> [[cool.|look around]]

The door creeks as the two buddies open it. The room is filled with wires and wires and wires and wires and wires and wires and wires and wires and wires and wires and wires and wires and wires and wires and wires and wires and wires and wires and wires and wires and wires and wires. [[go back|look around]] [[Search through the wires]]

The door creeks as the two buddies open it.

The door creeks as the two buddies open it. The room is blue, and has glued pieces of paper on the walls. Doug spots a metal plate on the other side of the room with a star slot in it. Looks like Doug needs something. [[go back|look around]] <<if $hasTicket is true>>[[insert the star]] <</if>>

Doug and Ronald insert the star. The room shakes. "Uh oh. I did something wrong again..." Doug said. A small hole opens in the center of the floor. A pole rises out of it with a red button on top. "Ooh, looks like a shiny button," Ronald inspected. A voice comes from nowhere and says; "Press if ready to release thermonuclear bomb. If doing so, please gather all valuables and loved ones into this room. If this message continues for 15 more seconds, the thermonuclear bomb will automaticly deploy. T-minus 7... 6... " The voice informs. "WHAT DO WE DO?!" Ronald Panicked. "PRESS THE BUTTON?" Doug screamed. Ronald reaches for the button and slaps it. "Thermonuclear bomb deployed. Thank you for using ThermoTech Software. [[WHAT?!]]

Doug blows on the rats and wishes for a toy train. That's always what he wanted. The rats squirm around and run off, without a squeak. "There he is! My //favorite// Grand Nephew!" $gaunt hugged him like a hydrolic press. "Hey everyone! Glad everyone showed up!" Doug announced. Just then... The zombie alarm goes off. The watchtower's lights turn red, and the clouds start turning grey. The fog gets denser, and the scene gets tenser. What, a rhyme? I like those. "What is happening?" $grandfather shouts. Through the fog and ocean, they could see boats, ''MANY'' boats, which all had a flag that looked similar to this: <img src="http://holycrapitszombies.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/11/cropped-cropped-Logomakr_06qgOQ-e1510417678706.png" alt=""> [[UH OH!]]

"I'll pass on this one," Doug refused. "I feel bad for the little guys. They don't deserve to be blown on." The whole family gasped. "How dare ya'!" $gaunt glared at Doug. "If ya' little punks don't blow on those rats, you'll get ya'll self in a pickle!" She told everyone. "Especially you, Douglas," Doug knew $gaunt always had a secred hatred for Doug, but he never would say a word. "I still not going to do it, $gaunt . You can't make me." He stood up for himself. "Wha' did the brat say?" She swung her head around and stomped back to the very same spot. "//I said...// I don't want to blow on the rats!" Doug raised his voice. He saw the anger in his Great Aunt's eyes. She grabbed hem by the hand and rushed him out the door. "This is where the rats go when they don't get saved to get blown on!" She threw him over the docks, and into the ocean with a ''//ker-plunk!//'' ''Doug forgot how to swim. Thats how he died, too.'' [[Retry to Checkpoint|Now he remembers.]] [[Retry to Start|restart]]

The door creeks as the two buddies open it. The room is white with worn down, mossy and mechanical panels on the roof. "Hello and, again, welcome to the Aperture Science computer-aided enrichment center." A female auto-tuned voice greets you. "Before we start, however, keep in mind that although fun and learning are the primary goals of all enrichment center activities, serious injuries may occur." She warns. "Despite the best efforts of the Enrichment Center staff to ensure the safe performance of all authorized activities, you have managed to ensnare yourself permanently inside this room, with all of its Portal references, too. Once again, the Enrichment Center offers its most sincere apologies on the occasion of this unsolvable test environment." __''en·snare''__ ənˈsner/Submit verb ''catch in or as in a trap.'' [[Retry to Checkpoint|look around]] [[Retry to Start|restart]]

Doug and Ronald shove pass to find a Weighted Companion Cube. <<set $hasCube to true>> [[Cool.|look around]] <img src="https://i1.theportalwiki.net/img/thumb/3/34/Portal_Companion_Cube.png/175px-Portal_Companion_Cube.png" alt="">

Boarding each boat stands 5 humans equipped with many weapons. "The humans must be back for total domination." $grandfather worried. "WHAT?! Domination? Back for it? WHAT?!" So much information hit Doug in one sentence. "Doug, years ago, humans tried to invade Zombie Island. Our forces out numbered theirs, but they vowed to return, with forces no one would imagine." He informed. "No, no no no no... This can't be happening..." Ronald whined. They need a plan. [[Let's plan one!]]

Ok. Here are some battle strategies. [[Run in and try to take over the boats]] THATS ALL WE HAVE?! Boy did i not plan this. Sheesh.

"C'mon guys! We need to defend what is rightfully ours! We worked to get this island, we can't get it go!" Doug announces courageously. "Let's run in and try to take over the boats! We could use some naval forces." Doug informs. The whole zombie group rants and rushes off the docks. "Attack!" Doug screams. Everyone rushes in and tries to climb up onto a boat. Bullets rain and peirce through the fog. "Haha, look, they are trying to do //something.//" One man said. “Yeah! We got ‘em!” a voice cheered from the distance. Zombies climb up and grab some of the people aboard. Doug followed Ronald, $grandma , and $bro . Doug's Grandma excels at combat. She took 280 years of Tagh Kron Doof. She climbs aboard and whacks the shot-gun out of a middle-aged man's grasp. She grabs him by the neck and throws him off the boat. [[Grandmother is a beast.]] ;)

"C'mon guys! We need to defend what is rightfully ours! We worked to get this island, we can't get it go!" Doug announces courageously.

She takes out the whole boat. Doug looks over to see how the other groups re doing. They are doing well. Taking out some of the navy. "It is hard to see with all of this fog," Doug reaches out to see if anyone had a source of light. He looks in the controll panel of the boat and starts slamming buttons. One button turns on the fog lights. "Ronald! Turn the light so it faces the other boats!" Doug yells. Ronald obeys and turns them. He actually saw nothing. The boats were totally empty, and the place got silent except the waves splashing to shore, the buzzing of the fog light, and the slow jingle of the boat's bell. Doug started to worry. He started pressing more buttons and came across a floor button. ''"Ooh."'' He thought. He pressed it and the whole boat flew forward with alot of force. Doug fell on a button that had yellow tape on it labelled: "''EMERGENCY USE ONLY. use whenever dudes!!!''" Doug hears a click and notices a door swung open. Weapons pour out of the cabinet. All sorts. Pistols, assault rifles, shotguns, hatchets, and much more. [[TAKE THEM!]] [[Hold off]]

"NO NO NO! WHY?!" Ronald screams. "//THERMOTECH?// What in the world is that?!" Doug said, voice trembly. Doug and Ronald run out the door. On their way to warn the others, Doug tells Greg, a guard zombie, to raise the Z-ALARM. He obeys his demand and signals the watchtower to get everyone out. Nothing happens. "Ronald, inflate the rafts. Get enough air to hold 309 zombies, ASAP!" Doug commands. Meanwhile, the alarm finally activates, and zombies pour out of every nook and cranny. They all run to the docks, where the rafts usually are. [[Ok.]]

While all of this chaos emerges, Doug sees and old zombie that tripped and his head fell off again. He crawls on the ground looking for it. [[Help the old zombie]] [[Help Ronald inflate the rafts]] ''"I'm so evil."''

Doug runs over to help the old zombie. He puts other zombies in front of him. ''How nice!'' He runs over and hears his //empty head// say, "It's not a zombie, dummy." Doug realizes it is just a piece of garbage stuck onto a metal pole, scrambling in the wind in front of a rock. Oh. He notices that ThermoTech wasn't lying. There is a giant metal pellet heading straght out of the clouds, and it hurdles at them with tremendous speed. "Oh no.." Doug realized. Ronald doesn't have good lungs. He bearly inflated two rafts. The thermonuclear bomb gets closer.''Alot closer.'' Doug sprints for the docks as fast as his boney legs can allow. The bomb gets closer, and closer, and soon enough, inches away from doom. Doug takes one last look back and sees the brightest light he ever saw, even when he died. The white flash is accompenied by red and orange flames, burning whatever they make contact with. <img src="http://big5kayakchallenge.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/01/lovely-nuclear-bomb-background-explosion-png-nuclear-bomb-background.png" alt=""> ''As the island burns, the humans record it too. "Section 5-Z just got vaporized by our thermonuclear bomb." A researcher says. "Ha, oh my gosh. It did. Ha," Another man giggled.'' [[Retry to Checkpoint|look around]] [[Retry to Start|restart]]

"I'm so sorry Mr. who-ever-you-are. I have to help my friend save the day!" Doug forgived. He followed the rest of the zombie pack to the docks, where he met up with Ronald. He was out of breath. "Help me... inflate th...ese... Oh my... " Ronald told Doug. He nodded and grabbed a deflated raft. Doug could blow up a raft about two times faster than him, therefor leading the zombies out into the ocean to safety quicker. He notices that ThermoTech wasn't lying. There is a giant metal pellet heading straght out of the clouds, and it hurdles at them with tremendous speed. "Aww." an old zombie says. "Did the humans do this? Sometimes they can be a flibbertigibbet. Maybe even a klazomaniac" He complains as he climbs onto a raft. ''flib·ber·ti·gib·bet ˈflibərdēˌjibət noun a frivolous, flighty, or excessively talkative person.'' ~Klazomania (from the Greek κλάζω ("klazo")—to scream) refers to compulsive shouting [[OH MY]]

After what seemed like forever, Doug and ronald blow up all 25 rafts. But if there are 309 zombies.... We would take 309 and divide it by... and subtract that... swing that under.... and you get that number.... So for our final answer, you would need approximately 12.36 zombies in one boat. Hmm. That won't really work... Well just stick some zombies in some boats. Who cares if it is uneven. I forgot my ruler and saw at home, so... "C'mon guys. Everyone will be ok. The humans are cruel. I know." Doug and Ronald escort everyone to their boats. ''The thermonuclear bomb gets closer.'' "Who did this?" A zombie cries. "Not any of us... that's for sure." Doug rubbed his arm. Doug and Ronald had their own little raft for the two of them that they made in zombie school. It could support up to 3 zombies, but Doug and Ronald were all who needed it. [[:)]]

I guess this brings our Zombie Island to an end. The zombies may find another island, new friends, or even new enemies. But we will save that for another time, another place, and another ''story.'' Hey! Don't you dare close that story without introducing me! Oh. We are out of time? Well I guess... I'm going to jail. Well since I'm here... Hi. I'm the narrator. I do all sorts of backround effects and detail. Trust me, you wouldn't get the vibes with out this guy. So, I guess this is when this story stops. Huh. I'm not used to closing endings. So how was your day? Did you like the story? I hope y- AHH! Get off of me! I said I'm not going to jail. I need to finish this story! AH! ''FIN.''

Doug scoops up the weapons in his hands. All but two slide onto the floor; a hatchet and a revolver. Doug looks at the weapon with confusion. He has never seen such a complex thing. He spots a little lever that hangs of the edge. ''He pulls it.'' ''BANG!'' He shot a bullet into the sky. He still wonders why it is silent. Doug, Ronald and $grandma walk off of the boat, wondering where every zombie went. Ronald starts to call. "Hey! The humans are gone! (I think)" Suddenly, a bullet zings through the air and hits Ronald in the head. Doug swings around and sees a group of humans gathered with all the other zombies tied up. ''"It's a trap!"'' [[Attack!]] [[Convince them]]

I want you to take them. [[ok.|TAKE THEM!]]

"RAHHHH!" Doug screams as he runs toward the humans with his hatchet. Grandma follows. The humans grin. One points a long pistol at Doug and pulls the trigger. ''*Click*'' "What?" He complains, as he whacks the gun. Doug lunges at them and infects him with Zombonian Virus. "Hi, I'm Doug. Nice to meet you." He shakes his hand and points toward the other humans. The newbie obeys and limps at the other humans. While he distracts them, Doug unties all the other zombies. Each is tagged for reasearch notes. $bro is tagged with a red mark saying "HAZARDOUS" "Hey. Good job on the danger tag." Doug compliments. [[:D]]

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The whole gang goes back to living their normal lives. Except they have a new navy, new weapons, and new friends. Doug's undead life turns out great. He got awarded ''"Brave Zombie"''. Years to come, nothing strange happens, until one fateful night... but let's save that for another story, shall we? Hey! Don't you dare close that story without introducing me! Oh. We are out of time? Well I guess... I'm going to jail. Well since I'm here... Hi. I'm the narrator. I do all sorts of backround effects and detail. Trust me, you wouldn't get the vibes with out this guy. So, I guess this is when this story stops. Huh. I'm not used to closing endings. So how was your day? Did you like the story? I hope y- AHH! Get off of me! I said I'm not going to jail. I need to finish this story! AH! ''FIN.''