Zombie Family With Zombie Baby!

While both eating from a porcelain plate of a lot of eggs, Jake sat on the floor and Mohammed sat on a chair.

Finishing up their plate of eggs, they discuss where to sleep before deciding on the beds upstairs since they would have a slope advantage through the stairs if the zombies come back.

After finishing, they grab two relatively huge colanders. They put all of the weapons they could find in the two colanders before carrying them upstairs.

Thinking this would be too easy, Jake leaves his colander on the side of the staircase and goes up with a knife in hand. He pushes open each door left ajar and fortunately sees no zombies inside. He touches the beds and tries laying down on them, and seeing no limitations placed on them in that regard, he goes back down the staircase. He confirms the situation to Mohammed and picks up his colander.

Up in the bedroom they first found the zombies with Jake, Mohammed points out that there's one bed in the room and decides to sleep on it. Jake sleeps in another room. They both have their colanders on nightstands.

With his wrapping around his injury avoiding the nails that are stuck in, Mohammed tries to sleep in peace.

The bed was (what seemed like) a wooden frame that made a box filled with straw or hay covered by a bed sheet. Laying down on it on it, Mohammed sinks in slightly. He avoids putting his injured leg on the bed and puts it on the frame. Unfortunately, neither the bed or pillow were stuffed with down as he was used to. Either way, the uncomfortable feeling didn't change his exhaustion; he slept instantly.

The rooms were completely silent, except for the occasional groan of pain from Mohammed. They both slept decently considering the lingering fear they both had of the situation going awry.

They had no way to tell the time in the room with no clock, window, or such.

…

Waking up, Jake hears someone knocking on the door groaning at him. Previously dreaming of sleeping back at home, Jake turns over, saying, "In a few minutes, ma."

Almost immediately after saying that, Jake opens his eyes wide. He hears only groaning as a response and shouts, "Who is it?"

Hearing no response he grabs a chef knife by his side and opens the knob to come face to face with Mohammed. With his heart palpitating, he yells at Mohammed. "d-b-d-ugh! Why didn't you answer?!"

Being half awake, Mohammed had next to no understanding of what Jake was saying, but the loud noise jolted him awake. "Damn man, what's wrong with you?" He pauses before muttering, "I'm hungry.." He then walks down the stairs afterwards with the assistance of the wall and railing.

Confused, Jake walks behind Mohammed, following after him.

They walk to the kitchen, stepping over the zombie bodies they left there and first look outside. The street lamps were still on and the fog was still heavy. There were still zombies crawling on the streets. It seemed like it was still late. Feeling slightly refreshed, they assumed they had 8 hours or more of sleep, but seeing how it was still night, probably not.

They grabbed more eggs from the fridge with some bacon and some fruits. While cooking Mohammed still sits down, waiting, although not doing anything irritated him. He looked at the zombies outside. In his state of wondering, he suddenly says loudly, "I want superpowers!"

…

After eating, the street lamps turn off while the "ceiling lights" turn on. It turned into day.

Zombies stopped crawling almost immediately before the ceiling lights turned on and staggered over to their respective "homes". Jake and Mohammed waited while hiding from the zombies entering the house. With the zombies "corpses'" scent hanging in the air in the kitchen, they were confident that the zombies wouldn't notice them.

Fortunately, that was the case and the two didn't get into any trouble with the zombies.

Waiting for the zombies to feel at home, Jake and Mohammed suddenly remember; they left their weapons upstairs!

Noticing how they both noticed this, Jake shrugs, "We can just get it from another house. Duh."

And so, they walk to the neighboring house. They walk into the kitchen. They find knives of clearly worse quality and the kitchen didn't have the same technology the other kitchen had and instead was smaller with none of the material they were used to. Grabbing a small cutting knife each they walk to the exit of the house with their heads hanging low.

Walking past the living room, there's a family of zombies sitting together on chairs groaning to each other as if they were talking. The mother was even carrying what seemed to be a baby zombie!

Catching that, Jake pulls Mohammed to run out the door. Jake immediately shuts the door behind him after leaving the house. Mohammed who was hopping along while Jake was pulling him, gives him a look, seeming to say 'what was that all about?'

Jake tells him flat out, "Zombie family with zombie baby. All talking to each other in the living room."

Mohammed blinks. "Pfft. Of course! What else can you expect?"

Jake laughs. "Exactly, what is death without a zombie family with a zombie baby to comfort you?"

Mohammed nods in serious agreement. He then looks out into the fog above them. "Alright, let's get some more food back in the other house and go downstairs. We'll just wait down there."

Jake crooks his head towards Mohammed with clear disinterest in doing so. Seeing this, Mohammed explains, "Dude, we only saw zombies. This was just day 1 and to be.. Ah!" Feeling a pain in his leg by walking himself, he lets himself be supported by Jake before continuing. "To be- erm- to be honest, it was much easier than I thought."

Seeing where he was going with his words, Jake gestures that he understands, even though his eye twitches.

Mohammed continues talking loudly on their way to the staircase.

"Man! Those *dudes* are soooo stupid! They really letting us go down the stairs. It's like a cheat code!

Looking down through the top of the staircase, it seems like the staircase leads to a bottomless abyss. Jake takes a deep breath and takes the first step.

They walk down the stairs avoiding the pitch black parts again. Mohammed uses the wall of the staircase for assistance, which barely helped and led to Jake helping him down the entire way. After almost two hours, they reach the bottom with some breaks in between.

Catching his breath, Jake says. "I didn't know walking down stairs could be hard!"

"Same."

Looking back around into the marble white room and seeing the familiar reception desk, they feel relieved. They walk further in and freeze in their tracks when they spot something.

Or rather, someone! Or something… Anyway, it was a skeleton!

Forgetting about anything else, Mohammed immediately runs and punches the skeleton. Just as he did that, he absolutely regretted it as his hand felt like it hit a rock and now both his hand and left leg flared up in pain at once.

He crouches down on the floor next to the skeleton and goes, "Awooooh." He shakes his hand and massages a certain part of his leg which felt like it was helping something.

The skeleton which didn't budge an inch after the punch, stands up from the reception desk's chair it was sitting on. It then has a slightly dim green flame light up in its eyes and it starts looking at the Mohammed in pain and the Jake assisting Mohammed. It looks at them up and down and, weirdly enough, asks with an Australian accent, "You injured lad?"

With only a glance at the skeleton, Mohammed boldly says, "Yeah! 'Cause of you!"

"Nah, mate; I meant the thing on your leg." The skeleton lifts a long finger at Mohammed's leg.

"Oh!" He looks at his leg and says, "It was a zombie, but yeah, I'm injured."

The skeleton nods in understanding, but tilts its head in confusion, while making a creaking sound. "How come youse didn't come on down here and get the little Gin boost with ya credits and instead gochya self hurt?"

Then it was Mohammed's turn to be confused. "Gin boost? Credits?"

"Lad… First you punch me, then ya act stupid. Unprofessional if you ask me." The skeleton shakes its head with its bone hands on its hips.

Jake, meanwhile, was stupefied watching the exchange between the two. 'Bro! You're not having the proper reaction!'