*grrrahh*

It was a zombie. A weird-looking one at that. It had one arm and one leg, and was completely charred. Bits of crisp skin flaked off onto the floor as it struggled to crawl towards you. Singed locks of magenta hair were knotted and blackened.

"What'cha got back here?" Wade asked, stepping through the doorway to where you stood.

Mark walked in behind him, and Tyler peeked in from around the corner.

"Ugh, what the hell happened to it?" Mark asked, clearly disgusted at the fried zombie.

"I dunno. It can't even move properly." You replied, watching the creature slowly try to crawl towards Mark, making little progress on the polished hardwood floor. Mark scrunched up his face and took a step back.

"Should we shoot it?" Tyler asked, turning his attention to you. You looked around the room, searching for a firearm. There was only some dried up ink and a tattoo gun with some bits and pieces for it.

"Do you have a gun?" You asked the tall man. Tyler shook his head.

"We're unarmed, remember?" Wade added. "Okay, I do have a multi-tool, but I just use it for the can-opener part."

"That's how you do it? You had a multi-tool to open those cans?" Tyler exclaimed, seemingly genuinely aghast.

"Well yeah. What did you think I did?"

"I don't know! Maybe you had some freak.. Can-opening powers..?" Tyler admitted, sheepishly. The trio burst into hushed laughter. You glared at them.

"Then no, we don't shoot it. Because none of us have guns." You replied, shaking your head in disbelief. With all the survival games these guys had played, you had thought they'd know a thing or two about survival.

"Then what should we do with.. Her..?" Mark asked, drawing out the 'her' in question.

"I dunno. Leave it, hit it with something, hey, one of you big guys could stomp it's head in!" You suggested, making Wade go pale and Tyler to grimace.

"Ew no, these are my favorite shoes!" Tyler exclaimed, slightly lifting his foot to show off his sneakers.

"Then I guess we leave it. Geez, you're all like toddlers! How the hell have you survived this long?!" You shouted at the three males.

The zombie let out another gurgling groan, scratching at the ground in an effort to grab your leg. You huffed in annoyance.

"-And you, shut the hell up!" You kicked the partial-corpse away, making it spin slightly on the wood flooring. You turned to the desk behind you, grabbed a tattoo needle, and slammed it into the zombie's head.

The rotten creature wheezed a little as it became rigid and dead once more.

"Now-" You threw the needle back down on the desk with a clatter. "-Let's get down to business... Where the heck is Wade?"

"Probably doing some breathing exercises in the other room. He's not big on this kind of stuff... Murder and all that." Tyler shrugged as Mark went to check the main room.

"Uh, guys.." Mark called from around the corner of the doorway. "Shit is getting real here really quick!"