Does anybody else remember that one zombie movie with that one guy getting eaten? No? Well, this is more or less how it went.

T'was a dark and gloomy night, utterly silent save for the moaning in the distance. Poor defenseless fellow settling down in an abandoned house, hoping to get some rest when all of a sudden-

Red glowing eyes, empty eyes, stare up at him. An ungodly sound as yellowed teeth were barred, an evil snarl...

You get the picture.

Hanna, at this very moment, is thinking of that very scene, and is so much more utterly terrified of the consistancies he almost forgets it isn't nice to just punch one of your best friends in the head.

Er, well, he remembered too late.

Toni was on her feet before his scream had finished, seeing him almost fly off the arm of the couch, clutching his stomach. It didn't take but a split second to register the blood in the air, the scent seeming to have already hit the local vampire, causing him to cover his face. After all, one blood-hungry monster was just fine, thanks.

The zombie lurched back to his feet, unphased by the small love-tap from the redhead. His head cocked to the side, almost curiously, as Hanna screamed again and stumbled to his feet. He was looking at his stomach, so pale he nearly glowed in the darkness. But the sight was gone and suddenly his field of vision revolved around the dark-skinned girl.

What was her name? Oh, right, it wa-

Her fist collided with his jaw hard enough to send him reeling backwards. The next thing he knew there was a weight on his back as she readied for another swing.

"Sunuva-" Veser shouted, arm around the zombie's throat, the other yanking the head back.

"Hanna, get out of here!" Toni shouted. The redhead simply looked up at her in shock, confused. "I said-!" But another cry snapped her eyes back to see Veser on the floor across the room, the zombie righting himself again. The girl growled menacingly, lunging, only to come face to face with the wall. As she sat nursing her probably broken nose, Hanna was rushing for the door. Before the corpse could stop him, Conrad moved in his way.

The last thing Hanna heard as he stumbled down the stairs was, "Get out of here, don't come back!"

...

"Oh please. What kind of stupid doctor would-"

"Th' kind tha'll kick yer arse if y' don' shut it."

Lamont smirked to himself as he folded the signed bill and placed it into his shirt pocket. Worth looked good for once, or a good as the blonde could get. He must have actually left and gotten something to eat today, perhaps.

"You know, I saw something on the news."

"Eh?"

"About washing your hair. Apparently there are people who never wash their hair, and it doesn't look oily. Because apparently the natural imbalance is caused by shampoo."

Had he asked, Worth would have been returned his money for the look he gave the brunette.

"Whot's'at got t' do with me?"

His smirk grew. "It means I know you shower. Your hair is always greasy, and if you jus-"

The banging on the door caught them offguard, both simply staring for almost ten seconds. Worth stood with a grumble.

"Can' they read th' CLOSED sign...?" He mumbled angrily, chewing on his cigarette as he unlocked the door, only to have it thrown into his face, laying him flat on the floor. Hanna knelt between his legs, clutching his stomach and looking as though he was going to pass out.

"D-doc-"

Even the good doctor couldn't hide his surprise. "Whot th' HELL did yew DO?"

"I-I- G-Gladius-"

"What?" Lamont was at his side now, closing and relocking the door before helping Hanna up and leading him to the table. "Your zombie friend?"

He nodded frantically, and the older men exchanged looks as Worth quickly pulled out a few supplies. This was going to take a while.

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(SORRY gaiz mai computer broked. T.T Will post more soon!)