Entering the House to Eat Tasty Foods!

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Entering the house, the doorway's material is made of something visually closest to wood, but when they pushed open the door, it was as heavy as a stone door. The inside's flooring was made of similar material and there was no creaking over spots in the flooring they stepped on. The ceiling and walls were made of similar material except it looked similar to plaster, but was as sturdy as the door and floor.

In front of them was a slightly large hallway which led to the other end of the house. And to the lefts and rights of the hallway were the different rooms. To the right, right after the entrance, was the kitchen. The kitchen looked like a miniature version of the first floor they came in that was all white and marble. It even had all modern kitchen appliances, which surprised them both greatly.

They didn't suspect anything wrong with the material in the house, but were surprised about the technology. The room created a sharp contrast to the rest of the house for its complete frost white.

Jake notices this difference and marks it in his head.

They pass by the kitchen to yet another staircase.

"At least this one isn't long; let's check if there are bedrooms upstairs." Jake, with a little PTSD, gets visibly relieved.

"Nah, wait up." Mohammed power-walks to the kitchen, then returns with the two large knives. "Just in case."

Jake nods in understanding and grabs one of the knives.

They then both turn to walk up the "wooden" stairs. They had a slightly tense walk with the knives in their hands.

On the top of the staircase they pause and look around.

The lighting was terrible. There were no windows and the door entrances were right next to each other. It was a very tight space.

They decide to open one of the doors.

Inside there was a bed, with a nightstand besides it and to the side was a dresser. A room with the bare essentials, it seemed.

The room seemed like a room you can find elsewhere. A normal room.

However, this room had people in it!

"Oh, hello. Sorry for barging in." Jake responds to his actions, feeling a bit flustered. Then he looks at the knife in his hand then back at the people. 'Umm they're totally going to misinterpret this.' He puts the knife behind his back and Mohammed follows suit.

The six people in there turned around to meet the gaze of the two kids. Their eyes are red and the skin on their faces was peeled off. The peeled off pieces were rotting with a mixture of green and dried blood and in some cases the skin was hanging off. Their clothing were, for the most part, ripped and their gray/green skin was exposed.

Looking at the horrendous scene, Jake's and Mohammed's cheeks bulged as they tried to hold back their vomiting.

"What the fuck?!" Mohammed yells.

They turned tail to run down the stairs to the kitchen. They decide that they would have more distance there.

'Wait up..' Jake slows down a bit while still jogging then looks behind. The 'people' were at the top of the stairs tripping on their own feet and they started falling down the stairs. They weakly stand back up and stagger over to the kids.

Jake quickly turns around and almost turns left to the kitchen. He instead stops and tries throwing the knife in his hand to one of the 'people's' heads like in the movies, but fails miserably and it instead misses completely and it hits the floor. He then immediately dashes to the kitchen, trying to ignore his failure.

Mohammed witnessed that failure of a throw and wanted to mock him, but the situation was too serious. He heads over into the kitchen and turns to watch the entrance. Jake follows his example.

Jake then suggests an idea. "Remember Residents Evil? Aim for the heads."

Despite the nonchalant attitude during the suggestion, Jake's knees were shaking. He was terrified. Fighting an unknown creature didn't sound enjoyable to him. He instinctively wanted to go and jump out through the window in the kitchen and run. But he knew fighting these creatures would be just the beginning.

'Who knows? A Tyrant might come soon afterwards. I'm going to need to be mentally prepared for that.' Jake attempted to believe his exaggeration.

'Never mind I'm going to die right there and then.' Jake shakes his head and lets out a self-deprecating laugh.

Mohammed on the other hand was shaking as well; just not out of fear.

'ZOMBIIEEEEES!!' Mohammed got giddy just at the thought of it.

A few seconds after, the groaning gets a bit louder, signaling how they're closer, but Jake and Mohammed have a bit of time until the creatures really arrive.

After seeing the knife in his hands,

Jake grows some confidence and steps forward to meet the zombies head-on. Mohammed's hand reaches out to stop him.

"What do we need to meet them for? Bring them to home court to show them what's up." Although Mohammed was excited at the thought of fighting the zombies, he had some rationality left.

Jake nods in understanding and stumbles over to the left side of the entrance while Mohammed goes to the right.

"I'll grab their attention, you stab their head from behind." Jake took some time to explain the strategy.

The doorway was only wide enough for one… thing of similar width of a human to fit. It was a sound strategy against something as unintelligent as a zombie.

Mohammed, realizing something, goes over to another part of the kitchen and grabs a chair that looked like any other chair, and expecting its weight to be like the door, he drags the chair. He was right; the chair was abnormally heavy. Eventually, though, he opened the chair and stood on it.

Soon the zombies arrived. Jake grabbed their attention doing his best.

He tried to grab their attention by taunting..

The zombies looked at Jake, and were immensely attracted as if the taunting really worked. They rushed at a slightly faster pace through the entrance to Jake. They all had their backs faced towards Mohammed. Mohammed, with all of his strength, stabbed overhead to the first zombie. The head was softer than he expected and his knife went fully through the head of the zombie.

Mohammed was disgusted by the jelly like substance that oozed out of the zombie. The substance was on his knife and it stinked.

Holding back his disgust, he stabs repeatedly at different zombies each time. Then, the second to last zombie tripped on the 'corpses' of the earlier zombies and dodged Mohammed's swing by a hair.

Not expecting to miss, Mohammed falls head first, due to the strength he put into the swing, to the ground where the zombies lied.

Jake was witnessing this and although he was terrified, he clumsily stabbed the slightly soft head of the zombie that fell and looked up to see Mohammed.

'Shit!' Mohammed dodges the swing of the last zombie and attempts to jump back into the kitchen, but the zombie's swing lands onto his left leg. The zombies long unkempt nails easily crack and break to get stuck into the skin of Mohammed's leg.

Mohammed lets out a forced yell. The pain was immense. He felt like the nails digged deep into his skin and ripped his muscles.

With tears, he lets out a sharp exhale with his face beet red and leg seeping with red blood. Jake quickly helps him up and then, while Mohammed is able to somewhat support himself, Jake slips in an exaggerated manner and knocks his head on the floor, passing him out. Mohammed just blinks at the process and quickly shifts his attention to the cause and then the zombie.

The floor all over the kitchen was splattered with blood and zombie jelly.

Then, the white color the room was originally covered in suddenly was losing its white-ness and was very slowly turning into a dark gray.

Mohammed didn't notice this change in his environment and attempted to swing his arm towards the zombies head with his knife, but his hand didn't respond. The only part of his body that responded after some quick testing was his left leg, his injured leg!

Almost by instinct, Mohammed hops up with his injured leg to put his head slightly higher than it originally was. Attempting to ignore the pain backlash by the force pushed onto his wounds, Mohammed swings the same leg towards the head of the zombie with his other leg pulling his body down to the right. The zombie tried to reach out for a swing almost at the same time, but it's speed was too slow and the tip of Mohammed's shoe bashed into the hard/soft head pushing it to fall into the corner of a counter, splattering that jelly substance all over that same counter.

With the previous mysterious sapping of his energy, Mohammed soon lands on his right side bluntly impacting his right arm and passes out.

With both of them passed out, a hooded figure later walks into the room with a scythe. "Tsk, tsk. Some lucky kids." He then walks back out, disappearing into thin air.