I leapt onto a large wooden crate, my sonic blaster casually leaning on my shoulder as I surveyed the area.
Slowly a wave of what appeared to be a dark cloud came from the valley laid out before me.
“Chad! Michael?” I yelled, and there they were, dutifully standing by my side.
“This is a once in a lifetime opportunity, men. We have a chance to make history. The zombies invaded our city, but tonight – Tonight we’re going to invade their city!”
Chad and Michael cheered and high fived like the goons they were.
“Now let’s kick some zombie ass!”
The power went out.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, nooooo!
I shook the Play Station furiously, trying to magically bring it back to life.
I started to think back,
Tried to remember,
When did I last save my game?
I exclaimed out loud, throwing my controller onto the couch.
“I haven’t saved it since the water map! Damnit, now I have to defeat the squid again!”
With a heavy sigh, and a few grumbled curses, I fell back onto my saggy yellow couch in my dreary, not nearly pitch black, basement.
Then a thought occurred to me, that hadn’t yet occurred.
Why’d the power go out?
I scrambled up the basement steps, bursting through the door that led to the top floor of my house.
It was brighter up here.
Way too bright.
I shielded my eyes from the harsh glare of the sun seeping in through the windows, and closed all the shades.
What was that?
I ripped the shades back open, after seeing a flash of movement before I had previously closed them.
And there she was.
Now what was she doing out there?
And why did she look high?
“Heh, stupid druggie.”
But then I remembered that Mrs. Nilly was eighty nine years old, and probably didn’t even know what drugs were.
And what the hell was up with her leg?
It was bent at a very odd angle.
Cautiously, I opened the front door.
The sunlight was even worse out here.
I went back in, and grabbed a baseball cap, and after a rational thought entered my brain, a baseball bat.
Why do I have so much baseball stuff just lying around the house?
I don’t even like baseball.
“Um, Mrs. Nilly?” I asked as I stepped outside once again.
She was closer to my house this time.
“Ar-Are you okay?”
And she was coming even closer.
Slowly, step by shuddery step, she was approaching me.
“Do you…Do you need help? Did you hurt your leg?”