Food Fight
Wesley and Gabby were cornered by zombies, stuck back against the window they'd just jumped through, and there was no way out.
“Which way?” Wesley asked.
“I don't know,” Gabby said, “no matter which way we go, we have to go through a pack of zombies!”
Wesley checked the room, saw long rows of tables that led from one side of the room to the other. For whatever reason, the zombies weren’t going on the tables at all. They probably couldn’t figure out how to do it without falling over. Wesley nodded confidently.
“That’s it! We don't go through them, we go over them!”
He jumped up onto one of the cafeteria tables and pulled Gabby beside him. The zombies looked up at them, confused.
“Let's go!”
They ran as fast as they could, dodging grabby hands from the monsters around them, leaping from table to table as they skitted across the room. Wesley accidentally kicked a carton of milk off a tray, which splattered one of the zombies in the face. It did not look especially happy.
Just as Gabby was about to jump off the last table, one of the zombies caught her ankle, and she tripped!
“Wesley!” she shouted, and fell off the table, onto the ground.
“Gabby!” he shouted and charged back in. He leapt over the zombie that was about to get Gabby, and then pushed over two more. They all looked at Wesley, started to drool…
“Hello, BRAINS!” they laughed, and jumped at him!
Even without his TorrentBoy gear, Wesley knew when to duck. The zombies flew over his head and smashed into the tables, falling to the ground with a crunch. Wesley tried to grab Gabby's hand, but before he could, another zombie caught him and pulled him back! He was trapped!
The biggest of the zombies, a boy with a bright red shirt and two missing teeth, stared hungrily at Wesley as he was held there, unable to escape.
“BRAINS!” the zombie shouted.
“Yeah, yeah,” sighed Wesley, “that's all you ever say. Think of something new, why don't you?”
“Wesley!” called Gabby from behind, “Stop, drop and roll!”
It took Wesley a moment to react, but then he quickly threw himself to the ground as a triangular, plastic-wrapped sandwich flew across the room and smacked the red-shirted zombie straight in the face!
“Eat egg salad, suckers!” Gabby yelled, and threw more sandwiches at the other zombies! They all started to run for cover, because (as you may know) zombies do not like egg salad at all!
Wesley got to his feet and ran to Gabby, who was standing near the kitchen with a giant pile of sandwiches ready to throw. The zombies were starting to get brave, picking up lunch trays and marching towards the kitchen angrily.
Wesley looked around the kitchen for something to do … and then he saw it!
“Pizza war!” he shouted, and threw a slice at the front-most zombie's tray!
The pizza splatted on the tray and slowly fell off. The zombie was not hurt at all.
“That was a dumb plan,” noted Gabby.
“What? They're pointy! I thought they might poke somebody or something.”
“You're a doofus,” remarked Rezzit, “But I've got the power for you now. Find someplace to change where Gabby won't see you, and we can use some TorrentBoy action for a change!”
Wesley nodded, looked around the kitchen urgently.
“What else can I throw? Bananas? Crackers? Oh! How about salad?”
Gabby was not amused.
The zombies were starting to box them in again, and the only way out was too far away for them to reach without getting caught!
“We need some kind of distraction!” Gabby said as the sandwiches started to run out.
Then Wesley saw it! He ducked into the kitchen, then came back with a giant metal tub and a grin the size of Brazil.
“Jell-O away!” he shouted, and dumped an enormous tub of strawberry Jell-O onto the floor, where it expanded and slid and slooshed its way out and under the feet of the zombies! They started to slip on the sticky goo, and soon they were falling all over themselves!
“Skate for it!” Wesley yelled, and jumped into the mess like he was on a skating rink, and started to slide his way towards the door.
Wesley shot straight out the door, but the Jell-O on his shoes was so slick that he wasn't able to stop, and he tumbled to his knees and dropped straight through the stairwell, down the steps with a thump, crunch, thoom!
When he opened his eyes, he was all alone. Gabby hadn't made it down with him! She was all alone … he got to his knees weakly, hurting everywhere.
“Gabby! Gabby, where are you?”
Before he could do anything about it, he saw a bunch of new zombies coming for him! He stood up, backed against the wall, and smirked.
“You guys are in for a big surprise,” he said, “TorrentBoy on!”
He pushed down on his watch, and … then … nothing happened!
“Rezzit?” Wesley gasped, suddenly scared, “Hello? Rezzit?”
He shook the watch, but it didn't even light up. He started hitting it as the zombies got closer, but it just wasn't working for him! It must have been broken in the fall!
“That's just great,” he sighed, and quickly jumped on the stair railing, sliding down right past the zombies and onto the floor below. They started to follow, and he could see he wasn't going to have an easy escape downstairs either.
Then he saw it: peeking out of an open locker, a blue-and-red skateboard with fiery orange wheels. Wesley did a quick somersault past a pair of zombies and grabbed the skateboard, planting it right in the middle of the hall.
“Here we go!” he smirked, and started skating as fast as he could! Down the hall, around to the left … right under the leg of a teacher zombie who was walking like a chicken … almost getting grabbed by a girl with a ponytail who had bubble gum popped all over her face… and doing a quick flip over a gross-looking zombie who was crawling on the floor with his butt in the air.
Wesley skidded straight out the front door of the school as the principal was coming around the corner, still yelling “Stop, drop and roll!” to himself.
The school yard was full of zombies … the streets were full of zombies … and if he looked far enough, Wesley knew he'd probably see that the entire world was full of zombies. He was the only one left. Him, and…
“Oh no! Gabby!” he gasped, and started to turn back when he felt it … a rumbling from underground! He looked at the middle of the yard, and suddenly the concrete exploded up and out, and ten giant armoured leeches came pouring through, ready to munch!
“You guys just pick the worst times to stop by!” he said, “Can’t you pick up a phone and call first?”
Then noticed the leeches weren't chasing him at all … they were going after the zombies in the yard! And the worst part was, the zombies didn’t seem to understand that the leeches were dangerous … they were starting to walk towards them, like pre-schoolers chasing goats at a petting zoo! They were going to get eaten alive!
“Great,” he sighed to himself, “Now I’ve got to save the stinkers that are trying to eat my brains!”
“BRAINS!” agreed a nearby zombie.
“Yeah yeah,” grumbled Wesley, “keep it to yourself.”
He raced into action!