Rob held up a severed arm. All around was body parts and blood puddles and stains on the walls. This was what was left of the others they'd come down here with.

"Man we're never gonna find any supplies down here. It's a fucking hell-hole! And we're the only two left out of a search party of 25 people! 25 people man! They were probably all picked off one by one after we decided to split up!" Rob moaned.

"We can't give up the mission!" The civilian next to him bravely parroted.

"OOOoooh GOD! OOOH GOD!" Rob screamed at the top of his lungs.

"What? What!" The civilian next to him screamed, pointing the flashlight in every direction.

"Spider! There's a spider! OH GOD!" Rob wailed. There was a small spider on his pant leg.

"Oh, come on now. That little thing isn't gonna hurt you." The civ replied patronizingly.

"What?" Rob asked, looking down at his pant leg. He brushed the little spider off without a second thought.

"What? Wait…" The civ's voice dropped as he slowly turned around.

The giant spider behind him (easily 6 feet in diameter) stood up and spread out all its legs menacingly.

"AAAAHHH!" The civ screamed. The spider leaned forward and bit his head off. Blood sprayed up onto the ceiling like a broken fire hydrant.

"OOOOOHH MY GOoood…" Rob faltered for a moment, something inside him replacing the terror.

The spider sucked the dead civ's guts out through his open neck hole. It shoveled intestines and organs into the claws of its mouth with its two feeding pincers.

"Ooh man that's sick!" Rob squealed with delight, putting on some 3-D movie glasses and pulling out a bag of popcorn.

The spider then took the head off the floor and ripped the face clean off, slapping it over on the wall. It slowly slid down like a wet tissue, the same expression of terror still there.

"Fucking awesome!" Rob was delighted.

"You like that shit?" The spider asked.

"Yeah man, I think I'm really starting to like all this fucked up gore and violence!" Rob beamed back.

"Well this is what I do for a living." The spider replied.

"Can I join you?" Rob asked back.

"Hell yeah. Go get the other humans and bring em back here to the basement. Then we'll make you one of us." The monster said.

"Yes! But wait… wouldn't that be… betrayal?" Rob inquired.

The spider arched a brow over one of its 8 eyes.

"We'll have a big party?" It cautiously tried to persuade Rob.

"A party? Oh man, yes! I've been waiting for a party since like this morning! I'll go get everyone RIGHT NOW!" Rob screamed, and immediately ran out of the room.

A Licker crawled down from the wall and scratched its brain.

"What is up with that guy?"

"I dunno. He's crazy. Let's see if he brings us the rest of the humans."

Rob burst into the Meeting Room, disturbing the meeting the last group of survivors were having.

"Guys! Guys! There's a party in the basement!" Rob yelled.

Everyone turned around to stare at him. Crickets chirped.

"Are you fucking insane?" The guy at the front by the chalkboard asked.

"Um… yeah." Rob replied.

"Well that explains it." The guy responded, and began laughing. Everyone else in the room laughed with him.

Rob's eyes teared up, and he turned and left the room just as quickly as he came in.

Everyone continued laughing, Rob's outburst a welcome relief to their tense and hopeless planning to last it out another night. However, not everyone laughed. In the back, one girl's lower lip quivered for Rob. How unfair and meanly the rest of the group had just treated him. She quietly got up and left the room as the speaker continued on,

"So, as I was saying, we will have to begin rationing the toilet water and cardboard to eat. The Chief says he needs all the food supplies and regular water for himself. Of course, we will not question that. So, all in favor?"

"I!" Everyone yelled back without a second-guess.

Rob sat crying in a small little corner by the boarded up windows. He couldn't believe everyone would just laugh at him like that. I mean, he was inviting them to a PARTY. How could they not want to party? Suddenly he thought back to his parents advice again. His mother spoke to him,

"Don't always do as everyone else is doing, Rob. You got to think for yourself sometimes. If you always follow the group you just might end up like all the rest of them… stupid and useless. They deserve to die and you know it, Robert. Kill them! Skin them alive and pour salt on them! EEEEEEEE-AAAH HAAA HAAA HAAAA!"

"No, Robert," His father chimed in, "Don't kill them. They will destroy themselves. You can see it, the way they all huddle around a lackey for the Chief like that. They will do whatever the Chief wants, and he only cares about himself. No point in going down with them. Now I mean you shouldn't kill kill them, but if you want to just give them a little nudge in the right direction…"

Suddenly someone came out of the Meeting Room. Rob snapped out of his inner-dialogue and grabbed a wooden 2x4 to hide behind.

"Hey, you." The person addressed him.

"Go away! I'm just a wooden board!" Rob snarled back.

"No you're not." The person cooed back.

"Yes I am!" Rob retaliated.

"EEEEEK!" The person screamed.

Rob dropped the board for a moment to look up. The person was being groped by tons of zombie hands coming in through the boarded up windows.

"OOOOH, her skin's so soft!" One of the zombies commented from outside.

"And her hair smells like Herbal Essences!" Another responded.

"She definitely gets a manicure every week." A female zombie observed as she delicately inspected the girl's hands.

"I do not." The girl blushed.

Rob hadn't noticed she was even a girl when she first came out of the Meeting Room, but now with all the zombies complimenting her he had come to realize she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen!

"Get away from her you demons!" He yelled valiantly, holding up the 2x4 board.

He ran forward and slapped all the zombies' arms and hands away from her.

"Back, I command you all! She is too good for you to touch!"

"Ow! OW!" The zombies yelped as Rob batted their hands away.

"Fine! Keep her for yourself! We'll get in there somehow and eat you all anyway!" They retorted, and went back about moaning and stumbling around aimlessly outside.

"My hero!" The girl swooned at Robert. He was now Robert, with this new-found respect he had for himself upon becoming this princess' protector.

"I will protect you, my princess." Robert exclaimed, holding her to his side and looking off at the wall as if it were a sunset.

"My name is-"

"My Princess!" He exclaimed again, cutting her off.

"Um…" She was beginning to get a little creeped out.

Just then, the group of the last survivors came filing out of the Meeting Room. One pointed down the hallway at Rob and the girl.

"He's got Jenny! The crazy guy's got Jenny and he's holding a wooden board! He's gonna kill her!"

They suddenly turned into an angry mob, with pitchforks and torches.

Rob held his 2x4 at the ready to beat them all down. But Jenny took his hand, and tugged him along with her.

"You can't possibly fight them all off with a 2 by 4! We have to go!" She pleaded.

Robert saw the fear in her eyes, the fear for him. His well being.

"Alright." He agreed, and they went running off just as a pitchfork lodged itself in the wall behind them.

They shut and locked the door behind them.

"Where can we run to? We can't go outside!" Jenny exhaled.

"Oh… I know where we can go!" Rob said with an evil glint in his eye.

TO BE CONCLUDED….!

So anyway.

"We've finally got you Rob! Unhand her!" The leader of the last group of survivors demanded.

"Never!" Rob shouted.

"Then you're dead!" He responded, and the group slowly moved forward.

"No, it's you all who are dead! Spider, unleash the monsters!" Rob yelled.

Once again… crickets chirped.

"Giant spider?" Rob asked, looking around.

"Hahaha!" The group leader laughed. "Kill him!"

"No!" Jenny pleaded, standing in front of Rob.

The group leader just smacked her in the head with a pipe and knocked her to the ground. Rob's eyes widened at this, and he smashed his 2x4 in the group leader's face. The man doubled back, groaning.

"You motherfuckers wanna take me on! Come on! I'll kick every one of your asses!" Rob ran forward into the group.

They promptly beat him down with pipes, chains, and nightsticks. For ten minutes.

They all moved away from him, forming a circle. Rob lay there in a pool of his own blood, twitching and struggling to breath. His ribs were exposed out of his skin, and his face was all mangled and swollen and bloody. His legs were broken, with his splintered femur sticking out. His arms were just as broken, and his hands split in half down the middle.

"Ha! Look at you now, stranger. You're done. Maybe we'll feed you to the zombies outside to hold em off a while!" The group leader mocked him.

"You mean us?" A voice came from behind.

The whole group turned around to face a whole hallway full of the undead, filing out of the opened Morgue Room. They stumbled with arms outstretched toward the group. Spiders crawled along the walls. A tongue suddenly came down from the ceiling and wrapped itself around the group leader's neck, lifting him up off the ground.

"Run!" Someone screamed, and the whole group turned to run back upstairs, but they were cut off. In front of them stood Mr. X.

"What am I doing here?" Mr. X asked. Then he slowly put his fists together and knocked the first wave of survivors over.

The zombies quickly descended on them, grabbing anything they could and biting down. The screams of the survivors were drowned out by the roars of the monsters as they tore into the soft, succulent, mouth-watering flesh.

Mmm..

Some survivors continued to scream in horror, others laughed in madness as they were eaten alive. No one survived.

No one except for Jenny, who was in a hump over in the corner, still unconscious.

As the monsters gorged themselves on their last great feast, they got up to wander the rest of the Police Department by going upstairs. Soon it was just the bloody remains of the survivors, Jenny, and Rob's beaten corpse in the basement.

Jenny slowly came to, holding her head. She gasped seeing all the blood and bits of human remains about her. The urge to throw-up overtook her, and she bent over to dry-heave. Then she caught site of Rob.

"Oh my God… not you too…" Tears filled her eyes as she began to cry.

"Gotcha bitch!" Rob squeaked, as his body sprang to its feet. "You thought I was dead didn't you?"

"You… You're alive!" She gasped.

"Nope, I'm undead now! And now I'm gonna eat ya! How ya like them apples!"

"No… no… NOOO!" She screamed.

"Hahahaa… I'm just kiddin. I'm just gonna bite you and make you into a zombie too. We can live happily ever after."

"Oooooh…" She put a hand to her forehead and slumped over to faint.

Rob was there in two seconds to catch her gracefully as she passed out once again. He looked over to the camera at the audience.

"You're probably saying, 'Hey wait, he wasn't bitten!' And you'd be right! I'm not a zombie… yet. But sometimes you just gotta go with the flow, and if being a zombie makes my life easier, than I'm gonna fucking do it!"

And in a puff of logic, he collapsed in a heap again.

"AAAH! I forgot all my bones are broken!" He remembered.

"I gotta become a zombie… it's the only way I'll continue to survive… It's the only way I can save Jenny…"

A severed zombie hand lay just out of reach of him.

"I need that hand! I need to be infected!"

And he could not move.

"Fuuuuuuuuck! WHYYYY!"

Because that's how the world is. Sure Jenny will wake up soon, but what would she want with a heap of flesh like Rob now?

"Stop! Stop it you cruel bastard! I already have low self-confidence! Fuck you!"

Just then, the zombie hand sprung to life, and started to crawl towards Rob.

"Zombie hand? Wait- yes! Come here! Do something to me!"

It crawled right over him and stopped on top of Jenny.

"No, come over to me! Not her! Narrator!"

It got up on its severed end, and gave Rob the middle finger. Then it plunged its fetid rotting fleshy thumb into Jenny's eyeball and swished around.

Jenny sprang up screaming.

"AAAAHH!" She screamed.

She ran around with the hand hanging onto her face. She grabbed it and threw it against the wall. Her eyeball hung out of the socket.

"OMIFUCKINGOD!OMIFUCKINGOD!" She screamed over and over again.

"Jenny! Jenny! Kill me or infect me! I need it! Help me!" Rob pleaded with all his heart to her.

Of course she ignored him, having her eye hanging out of her socket and all. She ran out of the area, screaming to herself. She'd probably turn into a zombie in an hour and wander around the place. Rob would definitely die of blood-loss by then.

"Hahahahaaa… ha… ha… sniff.. booohoohooooo!" Rob's laughter turned to sorrow.

He would die as he lived, it seems. Left behind. But it had been a hell of a party, he realized. All of it had been a party, and now it was over. Time to turn off the lights. And with that, he let go, and shit himself. He was dead.

"Fuck you." Were his last words.

Haha. No fuck you, Rob. I write the story.