The Night of the Haunted Hill Horror Show
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A Tale of Zombitches, Man Eating Plants and A Haunted House
Chapter
1
The rusty iron gates slammed shut with an echo that seemed to reverberate through the trees. The mansion loomed ahead—dark, decaying, and oozing a sense of impending doom.
“I don't get why we agreed to this,” Max muttered as he peered through the iron bars. His breath hung in the cold air like an accusation. “If we win, we get what? Ten grand? We’ll be lucky if we get out of here with our limbs intact.”
“Well, we could split it. You know, if we survive,” Lexi said, flicking her wrist nonchalantly. “Besides, where’s your sense of adventure? It’s just a creepy old house.”
“It’s a creepy old house that’s supposed to be haunted,” Jax corrected, shaking his head. He adjusted the strap of his duffel bag, which clinked ominously with what sounded like an arsenal of makeshift weapons. “Let’s not forget about the zombies.”
“Oh please, they’re just rumors,” Lexi scoffed, leading the way toward the mansion. “Next thing you know, the plants will come alive and start singing show tunes.”
“Yeah, right,” Max muttered, his eyes narrowing at the surrounding trees. “You just had to say it, didn’t you?”
They stepped onto the creaking porch, each board bending under their weight, as if the house itself was deciding whether to let them inside. Jax, ever the cautious one, reached for the door, giving it a slow, deliberate push.
It swung open with an eerie moan, revealing a grand foyer filled with flickering lamps. There were no lights, just old-fashioned oil lamps casting ghostly shadows on the walls.
“Well, that’s a welcome if I’ve ever seen one,” Lexi said sarcastically, stepping inside. “It’s like walking into the set of every horror movie ever.”
“Let’s hope this one doesn’t have a sequel,” Max muttered, cautiously following her in.
Chapter
2
The door slammed shut behind them with a resounding thud. Max jumped, immediately grabbing his neck in a mini panic attack. “Okay, okay, this is fine,” he said, more to himself than anyone else.
“You gonna be alright, champ?” Lexi teased, her eyes scanning the grand, dilapidated interior. “I don’t need you fainting before the zombies show up.”
“I’m fine,” Max lied, taking deep breaths. “Just... caught off guard.”
As they made their way deeper into the mansion, a faint, rhythmic banging could be heard from outside. Jax paused mid-step. “You hear that?”
They all stopped, straining to listen.
The banging grew louder—like something slamming against a door, over and over.
Lexi rolled her eyes. “Must be the wind.”
“I’m pretty sure the wind doesn’t bang like it’s trying to break in,” Jax said, gripping the torch in his hand. “Let’s go check the windows.”
They cautiously made their way to the nearest set of double windows, pushing back the dusty, moth-eaten curtains. And there, standing at the window, staring right at them, was a zombitch.
It was a rotting figure with gray-green flesh, its eyes hollow and bloodshot, wearing what used to be a cheerleader outfit. She smiled—no, she sneered—exposing a row of decayed teeth.
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“Heyyyy, what’s up, losers?” the zombitch drawled sarcastically, her voice more mocking than terrifying. “You gonna let me in, or what? I’m getting pretty bored out here.”
Lexi blinked, mouth slightly agape. “Did… did that zombie just—”
“Talk?” Max finished for her, his voice high-pitched. “Yeah, yeah, she did.”
“Oh, I talk alright,” the zombitch said, rapping her knuckles on the window again. “And trust me, darling, I’ve got more brains than all of you put together. Literally.”
“Is she… insulting us?” Lexi asked, her voice dripping with disbelief.
“Is that really the problem right now?” Jax muttered, already backing away from the window. “We need to move.”
Another bang sounded, this time from the front door.
“Hey! Let me in, I’m starving!” came a second voice. They peeked through the front peephole to see a gang of zombitches casually lounging on the porch, one of them picking at her rotting nails while another was casually leaning against the doorframe.
“This is not what I signed up for,” Max whispered, clutching his neck in panic again. “We’ve got sarcastic zombies!”
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“Zombitches,” Lexi corrected. “And yeah, this is new. Should we be scared or just... offended?”
“Both!” Jax hissed, backing toward the hallway. “We gotta barricade the place before these dead divas get inside.”
“I mean, it’s not like the locks are gonna stop them,” Lexi muttered, but she started piling furniture against the door anyway. The zombitches were now pounding louder, the mocking laughter turning into full-on taunts.
“Oh, come on! I didn’t do my nails to be kept waiting!” one zombitch shouted. “You’re just gonna sit in there all night? Lame.”
“We need a plan,” Jax said, scanning the room. “They’re surrounding the house, and we’re running out of time. If we don’t figure out a way out of here, we’re gonna end up like them.”
Max shuddered, glancing at a nearby torch hanging on the wall. “I really don’t wanna be zombitch food.”
Just then, something rustled nearby—a noise that didn’t belong to the zombitches outside. The three froze.
Lexi shone the torchlight toward the hallway, illuminating a trail of dirt leading deeper into the mansion. At the far end, something slithered—a thick vine moving slowly toward them. The vine pulsed, as if it was alive.
“What... is that?” Lexi whispered, eyes wide.
“Oh no,” Max groaned. “Plants. It’s always the plants.”
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5
From the shadows emerged the plant—a monstrous tangle of green, with long tendrils creeping out from a pot that was far too small for its size. Its leaves were glossy, slick with some sort of ichor, and its massive, toothy maw opened wide, letting out a low, hungry growl.
“Let me guess,” Jax said, sighing. “It’s carnivorous, right?”
The plant lunged forward suddenly, snapping at the air.
“Yep. Totally carnivorous,” Max confirmed, retreating faster than his nerves could handle. “I vote we run.”
“Run where?” Lexi snapped, waving her torch toward the plant as it recoiled. “We’ve got zombitches outside, and a man-eating plant inside! It’s like a buffet of death.”
Jax raised a hand to his temple. “Okay, okay, let's think for a second. Do plants hate fire? 'Cause I’ve got a torch, and I’m willing to test it out.”
“I wouldn’t mind burning this whole place down,” Max muttered, wringing his neck as another stress attack loomed.
The zombitches outside kept pounding on the doors, their voices escalating in sarcastic chants. “What, are you waiting for Prince Charming? Let us in, already!”
Lexi shook her head in disbelief. “So, plant inside. Zombitches outside. Haunted house in the middle. And somehow, we’re still here.”
The plant’s tendrils began creeping toward them again, snapping inches from Lexi’s face.
“Looks like we’re gonna have to kill this thing before it kills us,” Jax said, holding the torch up like a sword.
“Well, that’s great,” Lexi said dryly, pulling a chair leg free from the barricade. “You torch it, I’ll smack it, and Max… try not to pass out.”
“Ha. Ha,” Max deadpanned. “I’m keeping us alive with sheer willpower right now, so thanks.”
Chapter
6
The house creaked, the air growing thick with tension as the zombitches continued their assault on the doors.
“We need an escape plan. Now,” Lexi said, as the plant's vines began closing in.
“Yeah,” Max gulped, looking between the growling plant and the window. “That, or we’re gonna end up plant food... or worse, zombitch snacks.”
The plant lunged again, faster this time, its snapping maw inches from Jax’s face. He swung the torch wildly, the fire licking at the nearest vine. The plant hissed, recoiling as the flames scorched its tendrils.
"Okay, so fire works. Nice to know," Jax said through gritted teeth, keeping the torch between him and the plant as it writhed and hissed. "But I’m out of ideas after ‘fire.’"
Max, still gripping his neck in what was now a permanent panic pose, backed into the corner, eyes darting between the plant and the front door. “I—I think we should—uh, rethink our life choices?”
“No time for that,” Lexi snapped, swinging her makeshift chair leg like a bat, smacking away a vine that tried to wrap around her ankle. “If we can make it past this thing, maybe we can get out through the back. I mean, plants can’t chase us, right?”
“Wanna bet?” Jax muttered, watching as the plant seemed to grow bigger, its roots spreading across the floorboards.
Lexi swung again, knocking a vine clean off the plant. "Alright, we’re doing this the hard way. Max, you still good?"
Max didn’t answer—he was too busy staring at the front door, where the zombitches had upped their game. The pounding was relentless now, and the taunting voices were getting louder.
“Come on, babes! We just wanna hang out!” one zombitch called in a sing-song voice. “We’ll be your best friends forever!”
“More like ‘forever dead,’” Max mumbled. “This is bad. Really bad.”
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7
Lexi dodged another vine, barely keeping her balance. “No kidding! Pick a weapon or help barricade the door before they get in here!”
Max scrambled over to the pile of furniture at the front door, reinforcing it with whatever he could find—a broken lamp, a painting, even an ancient-looking grandfather clock. The zombitches outside weren’t giving up, though. The door started to crack under their relentless pounding.
"We’re running out of time!" Max shouted, eyes wide.
Jax swung the torch like a bat, holding off the plant as best as he could, but it kept coming, its gaping mouth snapping at the air. "Lexi! We need to—"
But before he could finish, the back door burst open with a loud crash.
A new figure stumbled into the room, completely oblivious to the chaos. She looked human—sort of. Wearing a filthy old lab coat, her hair a mess of tangles, and her eyes wild with a combination of terror and annoyance, she barged in like she owned the place.
“Well, isn’t this just peachy,” she muttered, slamming the door shut behind her. “Zombies outside, killer plants inside. If this doesn’t feel like a Monday morning, I don’t know what does.”
Jax blinked. “Uh... who the heck are you?”
The woman rolled her eyes, as if the answer was obvious. “Dr. Reese. And I’m not thrilled about what you kids have done to this place.”
“Wait, you live here?” Lexi asked, disbelief dripping from her words.
“‘Live’ is a stretch,” Dr. Reese replied, waving a hand dismissively as she glanced at the writhing plant. “Though, I was working here. You have any idea how hard it is to grow a man-eating plant to its full potential? And now it’s completely out of control.”
Max, sweating bullets, leaned against the barricade, the pounding from the zombitches still relentless. “Great. Another psycho.”
“Oh, don’t worry, I’m not that kind of psycho,” Dr. Reese said with a smirk. “I’m the fun kind. The kind that knows how to get you out of this mess. But first, we need to deal with Audrey here.”
“Audrey? You named the plant?” Jax groaned.
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8
Dr. Reese shrugged. “Of course! You think something like that grows without a little affection?” She snapped her fingers, and the plant—Audrey—turned its attention toward her. “Now, sweetheart, you know you’re not supposed to eat the guests.”
The plant growled, its vines twitching in confusion.
Lexi raised an eyebrow. “Okay, this is officially insane.”
“Welcome to the show,” Dr. Reese replied. She then pointed to the door. “As for the zombitches out there? Don’t worry about them. I’ll handle it.”
Max gave her a skeptical look. “And by ‘handle,’ you mean?”
“I’ve got a little surprise they won’t see coming,” Dr. Reese said with a wink. She rummaged through her pockets and pulled out a strange, glowing vial. “One good spritz of this, and your undead friends out there will be talking like they inhaled helium for days.”
Lexi blinked. “Wait. Are you saying you can… stop them?”
Dr. Reese smiled wickedly. “Oh, they won’t stop. But they’ll be too busy laughing their heads off to actually eat yours.”
Jax glanced at the barricaded door. “Okay, so what’s the plan?”
“We lure Audrey into the basement,” Dr. Reese said matter-of-factly. “She’s not smart enough to follow us down there. Then we spray the zombitches with this, and make a break for the van I’ve got parked out back.”
“You have a van?!” Max almost shouted. “Why didn’t you lead with that?”
“Because it doesn’t work,” Dr. Reese replied flatly. “It’s broken down. But it’s safe. And it’s far enough from the zombitches that we can figure out what to do next.”
Lexi swung at another vine. “I hate everything about this plan.”
“Me too,” Jax added, barely dodging a tendril. “But it’s the only one we’ve got.”
The house creaked ominously, the zombitches’ taunts growing louder as the front door finally started to splinter. The plant continued to lash out, relentless.
Chapter
9
Dr. Reese clapped her hands. “Alright, kids. Time to move.”
“Wait!” Lexi called. “What if the zombitches get in while we’re dealing with the plant?”
Dr. Reese smirked, holding up another glowing vial. “Trust me. They’re not ready for what I’ve got in store.”
The barricade groaned under the pressure, cracking with the zombitches’ laughter echoing through the splintering wood.
“Better hope you’re right,” Jax muttered as he led the way toward the basement door.
Max, trembling, glanced back at the front entrance. “If this plan fails, I’m blaming all of you.”
Lexi flashed a grim smile. “Well, you’ll be dead, so I don’t think you’ll care.”
Jax led the charge down the creaky basement steps, holding his torch high to light the way. Behind him, Lexi, Max, and Dr. Reese followed, the floorboards above creaking ominously with the zombitches still pounding away at the door. The basement air was damp and musty, filled with the scent of rot and mildew.
Max, still clutching his neck in a state of perpetual panic, glanced nervously around the dark, cramped space. “I don’t like basements,” he muttered. “Nothing good ever happens in basements.”
“Relax,” Lexi said, though her tone wasn’t exactly soothing. “It’s just a basement. No monsters, no plants—”
Jax shot her a look. “Have you seen upstairs? I wouldn’t rule out mutant rats down here.”
Dr. Reese reached the bottom of the stairs, immediately rummaging through shelves stacked with jars of mysterious liquids and questionable experiments. “There should be something down here we can use against Audrey,” she said, her voice filled with a mad scientist’s enthusiasm. “Maybe a growth inhibitor... or, at the very least, some bleach.”
Max groaned. “Why is it that every time I think this can’t get worse, it gets worse?”
Just as he said that, there was a loud crashing sound from upstairs, followed by the unmistakable creaking of the front door being kicked in. The zombitches’ voices echoed through the house.
“Ohhh, we’re heeere! Ready or not, here we come!”
Lexi’s eyes widened. “They’re in.”
Dr. Reese didn’t look up from her shelf of horrors. “Of course they’re in. But like I said, I’ve got a plan. Audrey’s not following us down here, and those zombitches won’t get past the next part of the house. Just keep calm.”
Max’s hands were trembling as he glanced back up the stairs. “I don’t think ‘calm’ is an option at this point.”
Jax waved the torch toward the dark corners of the basement, his nerves clearly on edge. “We need to get out of here—fast.”
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10
Dr. Reese finally pulled out a large metal canister from the back of a shelf. She grinned maniacally. “Found it! This should do the trick.” She held it up like it was the Holy Grail. “One shot of this, and Audrey will be down for a long nap.”
Lexi squinted at the canister. “What is it?”
“Industrial-strength weed killer,” Dr. Reese replied, shaking it up. “She’ll hate it.”
Max was already halfway up the stairs, backing away as the sounds of the zombitches
grew louder. “You sure that’s going to work? Because it sounds like we’ve got bigger problems than just Audrey right now!”
Jax shot him a glare. “Max, if you don’t stop freaking out for two seconds, I swear I’m throwing you into Audrey’s mouth as a distraction.”
Max looked like he was about to object, but Lexi put a hand on his shoulder, smirking. “He’s not wrong. Get it together, or you’ll be plant food.”
Dr. Reese, shaking the canister, nodded toward the stairs. “Once we deal with Audrey, we can focus on the zombitches. They won’t come down here—at least not right away. But if they do… well, I’ve got a little surprise for them too.”
Jax rolled his eyes. “You and your surprises.”
As if on cue, Audrey’s vines started slithering down the staircase, creeping toward the basement like long, hungry fingers. The plant was clearly not done with them.
“Uh, Reese? Maybe now would be a good time to use that weed killer,” Lexi suggested, backing up into the corner of the room.
Dr. Reese aimed the canister at the approaching vines and unleashed a thick spray of the chemical concoction. The smell hit the room like a wall, pungent and acrid, and the plant let out a high-pitched screech, recoiling as the liquid hit its tendrils.
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“There!” Dr. Reese shouted triumphantly. “That should hold her off for a bit!”
The vines writhed and squirmed, retreating up the stairs as the plant hissed in pain. Jax watched them disappear with a mixture of awe and disgust. “I don’t know what you’ve got in that canister, but remind me to stay on your good side.”
Dr. Reese grinned, setting the canister down. “Oh, this? Just a little something I cooked up during a particularly boring day in the lab.”
Max sighed, visibly relieved as the vines receded. “Okay, great. Now can we please figure out how to deal with the other problem?”
As if on cue, the zombitches’ voices echoed down the stairs.
“You can’t hide forever, sweeties!” one called, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “We’ll find you! And when we do, oh, it’s gonna be a party!”
Lexi clenched her fists, the tension clear in her stance. “We need to barricade the basement door.”
Jax nodded. “Yeah, if they get down here, we’re toast. Dr. Reese, what else have you got down here? Anything… less flammable?”
Dr. Reese shrugged, looking around the cluttered basement. “Nothing that would stop them for long. But I can buy us some time.” She pulled out another vial, this one filled with a glowing blue liquid. “This will slow them down, make them lose their sense of direction.”
Max peered at the vial, his face a mix of hope and skepticism. “Wait, so… it’s like zombitch repellent?”
“More like zombitch confusion serum,” Dr. Reese corrected. “They won’t know which way is up for at least a few minutes. But we’ll need to be quick.”
Lexi grabbed a nearby wooden board and propped it against the basement door. “We’ll take what we can get. Hit them with that stuff and we’ll make a break for the van.”
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Jax stood near the stairs, holding his torch tightly. “Yeah, assuming we don’t run into anything worse on the way. Let’s hope the zombitches don’t get too smart.”
Max, ever the pessimist, groaned. “With our luck, they’ll probably evolve into something even worse. I don’t know, maybe like—”
“Zombie plants?” a sarcastic voice finished for him, as if the zombitch had heard every word. There was a thud against the door, and it was clear they were getting closer.
Lexi glanced at the others. “Alright, no time to waste. Reese, you ready?”
Dr. Reese nodded, clutching the vial tightly in her hand. “Let’s do this.”
The group gathered near the door, bracing for what was about to come next. The zombitches were almost through, their taunting voices growing louder, and the house felt like it was closing in around them.
Jax took a deep breath, gripping his torch as if it were the last line of defense. “Well, here we go again.”
The door cracked.
“Ready or not,” came the voice of the lead zombitch, dripping with mocking laughter, “here we come.”
With a final crack, the basement door splintered, and the zombitches started pushing their way in. Their grinning, decayed faces appeared through the gaps, each one more sarcastic and confident than the last.
"Look at you all, hiding in a basement," one of them drawled, her skeletal hand reaching through the broken wood. "Pathetic, really. We thought you'd put up more of a fight."
Lexi lifted a heavy pipe and slammed it into the zombitch's hand, making her screech and pull back. "We’ll give you a fight, alright. Just wait your turn, you smart-mouthed corpse."
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Dr. Reese quickly uncorked the glowing blue vial and flung the contents at the opening in the door. The liquid splattered on the zombitches, instantly filling the air with a strange, chemical haze. Their eyes went wide, and for a second, their confident smirks faltered.
“What… what’s happening?” one of them stammered, stumbling backward.
“I don’t… wait, where are we?” another zombitch mumbled, turning in circles, confused.
“Nice shot, Doc!” Jax said, a grin breaking across his face as the zombitches began spinning around, crashing into one another in the confusion.
Dr. Reese snapped the empty vial closed and tossed it aside. “That should buy us some time.”
Lexi didn’t wait for further confirmation. “Alright, now’s our chance—everyone, move!”
They bolted up the stairs, sidestepping the zombitches who were now wandering in a daze, bumping into walls and tripping over themselves. Max, for once, kept up, though he shot nervous glances at the disoriented creatures as they passed.
"I swear, if they snap out of it mid-run, I'm done. I'm just lying down and letting them take me," he muttered, clutching his neck like he was already having a stress-induced heart attack.
Lexi shoved open the back door, and they spilled out into the backyard. The cold night air hit them like a slap, but it was a relief compared to the claustrophobic chaos of the house.
“There! The van!” Jax pointed across the yard, where their beat-up van sat, parked near a row of half-dead bushes.
They sprinted toward it, their breaths coming in short, panicked gasps. Lexi fumbled with the keys as they reached the vehicle, but her hands were shaking too much to get the door open.
“Hurry up!” Max urged, frantically looking back at the house. “We don’t have long before—”
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A loud crash came from inside the house. The zombitches had regained some sense of direction and were on the move again.
“Where do you think you’re going?” one of them shrieked from the doorway. “You can’t run forever!”
“Lexi, for the love of—” Jax started, but she finally managed to get the door open, and they piled inside.
“Go, go, go!” Max yelled, diving into the backseat.
Jax didn’t waste a second. He jumped into the driver’s seat, slammed the door shut, and gunned the engine. The van roared to life, tires spinning in the dirt before they shot forward.
As they peeled out of the driveway, the zombitches poured out of the house like a horde, their sarcastic taunts echoing into the night.
“You can’t escape us forever, sweethearts!” one of them yelled after them, her voice fading as the van sped away down the road. “We’ll catch up eventually! We always do!”
Max, panting heavily, looked out the back window. “We’re gonna have to deal with them again, aren’t we?”
Lexi nodded grimly. “They’re not the type to give up.”
Dr. Reese, wiping sweat from her forehead, glanced at the road ahead. “But we’ve bought ourselves some time. We need a new plan.”
Jax kept his eyes on the road, the adrenaline still surging through him. “Yeah, but next time? Let’s make sure it’s the last time.”
Max groaned. “I swear, if I get bit by one of those zombitches, I’m done.”
Lexi shot him a look. “Don’t worry, Max. They’re more into sarcastic insults than biting.”
“Great,” Max muttered. “Death by sass. Just what I always wanted.”
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Dr. Reese cleared her throat, her eyes gleaming with the beginnings of a new idea. “We’ll need more than weed killer and confusion serum next time. We’re going to need to take Audrey out for good.”
Jax glanced over at her. “And how do you suggest we do that? Because weed killer only pissed her off.”
Dr. Reese smiled darkly. “Oh, I’ve got a few ideas. But first, we’ll need to make a stop at my lab.”
Max groaned again, louder this time. “Of course. Back to the lab. I hate this plan already.”
The van roared down the dark road, the zombitches’ voices fading into the distance, but the sense of looming danger was still heavy in the air. They might have escaped for now, but the fight was far from over.
As the van disappeared into the night, one of the zombitches stepped forward, her face twisted in a grin as she watched them go. “They think they’re safe.” She turned to the others. “Well, let’s see how safe they feel when we pay them a visit at that lab.”
The zombitches laughed in unison, their sarcastic, taunting voices carrying on the wind, following the van like a curse that wouldn’t let go.
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The van barreled down the road, the engine growling like a beast hungry for more distance from the chaos they'd just escaped. Lexi, still catching her breath, glanced at Dr. Reese, who was rummaging through a bag filled with all sorts of bizarre concoctions.
“Okay, Doc,” Lexi said, trying to sound optimistic despite the weight of their predicament. “What do you have for us?”
Dr. Reese pulled out a vial filled with a shimmering red liquid. “This is a high-concentration serum I’ve been working on—if we can get it into Audrey, it should reverse whatever is going on with her. She’s got a mind of her own, and that’s the real problem.”
Jax tightened his grip on the steering wheel. “And if we don’t get to her first?”
“Then the zombitches will use her against us,” Max interjected, his voice trembling slightly. “Great. Just what I need—my worst nightmares coming to life.”
Lexi tried to lighten the mood. “At least you won’t have to worry about breaking up with anyone for a while. They’re all zombies now.”
Max shot her a look, then shrugged. “Can’t say I’m really missing any of them right now.”
Jax glanced at the GPS on the dashboard. “We’ll be at the lab in ten minutes. If Audrey’s already on her way to take out some victims, we might not have much time.”
The mood in the van shifted from humor to grim urgency as they pressed on, the road stretching before them like a dark tunnel with no light at the end. With every bump in the road, they felt the weight of the impending confrontation.
Finally, they arrived at Dr. Reese’s lab, an old, nondescript building that looked like it had seen better days. Jax parked the van hastily, and they all piled out, adrenaline still pumping through their veins.
Dr. Reese led the way, quickly unlocking the door and flipping on the lights. The lab was cluttered with beakers, strange plants, and half-finished experiments that lined the shelves.
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“Grab whatever you think we might need!” she shouted, rushing toward a set of cabinets. “We’re running out of time!”
Lexi began gathering supplies, her mind racing with plans. Max tried to assist, but his hands were shaking from the stress, making it hard for him to focus. “What do you think the zombitches will do next?” he asked, glancing nervously at the windows.
“Whatever it is, they’ll do it together,” Jax said, glancing toward the door. “They’re smart. They’ll figure out we’re here eventually.”
Suddenly, the lab’s back door slammed open, and the zombitches poured in like a wave of twisted laughter and decay. “Surprise!” one called, her voice sickly sweet. “Did you miss us?”
“Run!” Dr. Reese shouted, pushing a nearby table to block the door as they rushed toward the front of the lab.
The zombitches pressed forward, their sinister giggles echoing in the enclosed space. “Don’t you want to have some fun?” another taunted, her eyes glinting with malice.
“We’ve got a new game for you!” yet another chimed in, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “It’s called ‘How Long Can You Last Before We Eat You?’”
With no time to waste, Lexi grabbed a handful of the supplies Dr. Reese had gathered, shoving them into her backpack. “What do we do? We can’t let them get us!”
Dr. Reese poured the red serum into a syringe, determination etched on her face. “We’re going to make a stand. When they get too close, we’ll hit them with this.”
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Just then, the zombitches broke through the improvised barrier, their grotesque faces twisted into grins as they lunged forward. Lexi felt a wave of panic wash over her, but Jax quickly stepped in front of her, torch raised.
“Stay back!” he yelled, the torch flickering ominously in the dim light.
“Ooh, scary! How original!” one of the zombitches mocked, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she advanced. “But you’re not going to scare us away with that!”
The air crackled with tension as the zombitches closed in. Lexi’s heart raced. “Jax, now!”
In a flurry of movement, Dr. Reese thrust the syringe toward the closest zombitch, plunging it into her arm. The creature screamed, a sound that echoed like nails on a chalkboard, and then began to twitch and convulse. The other zombitches recoiled, confusion spreading across their faces.
“What are you doing to her?” one shrieked, her sarcastic demeanor faltering.
“Just giving her a taste of her own medicine,” Dr. Reese shot back. “Let’s go!”
With the zombitches momentarily distracted, they sprinted for the exit. Lexi’s mind raced as they burst outside, the cold air hitting them like a splash of icy water.
“Where’s the van?” Max yelled, scanning the parking lot.
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“Over there!” Jax pointed, but they were surrounded. The zombitches emerged from the shadows, their eyes glowing with a predatory hunger. “You can’t escape us!” one shouted, grinning widely. “You’re ours now!”
But in that instant, something changed. The zombitch Dr. Reese had injected began to collapse, her limbs shaking violently before she dropped to the ground, twitching. The other zombitches stared at her in horror.
“What’s happening to her?” one asked, panic creeping into her voice. “What did you do?”
“Stop them!” the lead zombitch yelled, her voice laced with fear. “We can’t let them get away!”
“Not so fast!” Jax shouted, holding up the torch. “You want us? Come and get us!”
They broke into a run, the van within reach, but the zombitches were closing in fast. Lexi reached for the door handle, her heart pounding in her chest as the lead zombitch lunged at them.
“You can’t leave us!” she shrieked.
Jax swung the torch, barely grazing the zombitch's shoulder. “Get in the van!”
They piled into the vehicle, and Jax slammed the door shut just as the zombitches crashed against it.
"Stop them, let's turn it over!" shouted the head zombitch.
And on que, the Zombitches started rocking the van back and forth trying to topple it and trap their prey.
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"This is terrible, if they flip us, we're going to be attacked by a party of the living dead. And I don't want to dance with let alone listen to no disrespectful zombitches!" yelled Max.
“Drive!” Lexi shouted, her voice strained.
Jax turned the key, and the engine roared to life. He slammed the gas pedal, and the van lurched forward, leaving the zombitches behind as they swarmed the parking lot, their laughter fading into the distance.
As they sped away, the weight of their escape settled around them. Max slumped against the back seat, breathing heavily. “I can’t believe we made it.”
Dr. Reese, still catching her breath, glanced at Lexi and Jax. “We did what we could, but this isn’t over. They’ll come for us again.”
Lexi nodded, looking out the window as the dark landscape blurred by. “We need to find a way to end this. Once and for all.”
Jax turned the van onto a deserted road, a determined glint in his eyes. “Then let’s figure it out. We can’t let them win.”
Max looked between them, a flicker of hope shining through his earlier fear. “So, what’s the plan?”
As they drove into the night, the horizon glowed with the first hints of dawn. The group felt a renewed sense of purpose, ready to take on whatever horrors lay ahead.
The road stretched ahead, a wild adventure waiting to unfold, and though they didn’t know what awaited them, they were ready to face it together. The zombitches might have been clever, but this time, they were the ones who had the upper hand.
And as they drove away, the yells of the zombitches echoed in the distance, their curse still haunting the night, but their defeat, at least for now, was a done deal.
The End