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{Zombeh Attack Pt.3}

It was a dark night. Everyone gathered around the grave in front of them. It was the funeral of our dear friend, Tord. Y/n, Edd and Tom were all devastated from the lost of their beloved friend.

And by 'them all' I mean; Edd was upset, Tom was reading over Tords will to see if he'll get anything, and Y/N confused as fuck as if this mother fucker wasn't just a zombie a few minutes ago- abs how the hell did she end up in a funeral ceremony?
She looks at his gravestone. Which in words it writes; Tord L******. 1989-2005-2005.

She tried to read what the quotes on his gravestone said, but sadly it was in Norwegian which she didn't speak. Tord only spoke Norwegian around Y/N when he's talking shit or saying something 18+. The only word she knew was 'Faen' thanks to the numerous of times he's said it out loud at a arcade.

At last, they drop his body into the ground. One by one everyone began to leave. Tom heading off to a party to go get shit faced, and Edd was probably heading back home. She wasn't sure if going to a party to get drunk would make her a bad friend for getting drunk after he died, or a good friend because she has to drink to forget about this awful day.

She told Tom she would meet him there at the party after she cheers up Edd who looked like he was dealing with the lost of his best friend way worse. She offered to drive Edd home, Edd appreciated it.

They arrived home. Edd immediately went to the sofa to sit down. Y/N makes her way into the kitchen and opens up the fridge. Pulling out a can of Coke and bringing it to him. "Um...you-...o...okay...Edd?" She asked trying to break the awkward silence. She wasn't the best at comfort. But she was willing to give it a shot for her best friend.

"...I can't believe, Tord is gone...it feels like just yesterday I watched him die..." Edd muttered sadly. His brown eyes looking down. She sits next to him fiddling with the strings on her hoodie. "Um...it was... yesterday...Edd...but c'mon cheer up. One day, you might see him again." Placing a hand on his.

Edd lifts his gaze up at the girl. A smile cracks onto his face. His cheeks dusting pink... He knows this is wrong- but he was kinda thankful Tord was dead so that Y/N could break out of character to treat him like this. She was already a smoking chick, so to have a smoking hot chick hold his hand right and comfort him...he feels like he died and went to heaven.

"Edward....F/N....let me in!"

A voice called out from behind them. Outside the window. They both froze and locked eyes with one another. The voice sounded to damn familiar to them. But who could it be? Who was out this so late at night? Especially, near Edds window.

Y/N wasn't having any of this. She takes out a bat from inside of her hood pocket. Holding it close to her body and gripping onto tight. "Who's out there?! Who are you!? Look, the crack house is down the street! Our addresses always get mixed up!" Shouts the women. Hoping that it was just a crack addict who got the wrong home... Boy was she wrong.

"It's T....o..r..d..d..."

Edds eyes widen at the name of his deceased friend. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Holding onto Y/N's shoulders, who was just as in shock as him. "No, Tha- that's impossible.... You're dead!" Edd stutters out. Tord kept repeating their names in a ghostly manner. Backing away from the window.

Edd yelling at him to cut it out. Which Tord replied with he's in his car, and to let him in. Y/N telling not to do it... because he was a FUCKIN zombie. A zombie who tried to eat them at one point. But Edd let him in anyway.

"Edd, Y/N, I need your help. I must find the necronomicon for inside its passages lies the cure for this zombie curse on my corpse." He explained to them. Y/N noticed that his once grey eye was now white while the other one was missing. Some fuckin how his hoodie was in fine condition?

"...Why do you need MY help?" Y/N asked. Not really caring about his whole zombie situation and couldn't give seven shades of fuck. Like, she REALLY could careless. Not to mention he tried to bite her face off at one point. So, there was no way she was helping

"Help me or I'll eat your brainsss...."

"....I'll get my shoes..."

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