The first thing Luna saw when she opened her eyes was a zombie's rotting face hovering two inches from hers.
The second thing she saw was Tim,holding a frying pan like it was Thor's hammer , whispering dramatically,
"Don't move. I'm about to save your life."
Then he swung.
And completely missed.
The pan clanged against the wall, bounced off, and smacked him straight in the forehead.
"TIM!" Luna screamed, rolling out of the way as the zombie stumbled forward. "What part of 'save me' involved knocking yourself out?!"
"I panicked!" he yelled, wobbling.
"You always panic!"
"Sorry I didn't expect to wake up in Zombie Apocalypse
From the corner of the half-destroyed room came a long, tired sigh.
Pluto, their best friend and full-time deadpan emotional support guy, stood there with a metal pipe in one hand and an energy drink in the other.
He blinked at them like a disappointed parent.
"Can you two scream quieter?" he asked calmly. "I'm trying to process the fact that my morning coffee got replaced by corpses."
Luna threw a chair leg at a zombie. "PLUTO, there are hundreds of them outside!"
"Yeah, noticed." He sipped his drink.
"THEN DO SOMETHING!"
"I am. I'm hydrating."
Tim screeched as one zombie grabbed his sleeve. "PLUTO! HELP!"
Pluto looked at him, nodded, and said flatly, "Take him. He talks too much."
"WHAT YOU TRAITOR!" Tim yelled, spinning in panic while Luna smacked the zombie off him with a broom.
"No one's eating that idiot!" she snapped, swinging like a baseball champion.
Then she froze.
Because beyond the broken window, there weren't ten zombies. Not fifty. There were hundreds. Crawling, groaning, running.
"Cool," Pluto said, peeking outside. "Looks like the morning rush hour."
"RUN!" Luna shouted.
Tim didn't need telling twice. He screamed like a full Disney princess and bolted.
They tore down the street like headless chickens.
Luna tripped over a traffic cone, flew face-first into a glass door, and screamed, "I think I broke my soul!"
Tim was still yelling somewhere behind her, and Pluto was just jogging with his hands in his pockets like this was his daily workout.
"Luna,you alive?" Pluto asked as she lay upside down in a pile of trash.
"I just kissed a dumpster," she groaned. "so romantic..."
"Your standards are impressive," Pluto muttered.
"HEY!" she shouted, chucking an empty soda can at him. It missed by a lot.
Behind them, Tim shrieked, "THEY'RE GAINING ON US!"
"Then run faster!" Luna yelled.
"I'M WEARING CROCS!"
They burst into an abandoned store and shoved a vending machine against the door. The banging outside sounded like thunder.
Tim gasped, "Where the heck are we?!"
Luna looked around. The store was dusty, but… everything looked futuristic. Posters of holographic phones, sleek drones, and floating ads all half-dead and flickering.
Pluto bent down, picked up a cracked digital tablet, and frowned. "No signal. And this date says 2067."
"…2067?" Luna said slowly.
Pluto blinked. "Yup."
Tim stared at them. "That's….that's the future! We time-travelled?!"
"Apparently."
Luna dropped onto a counter, exhausted. "Okay, we time-travelled into a zombie apocalypse. Cool. Love that for us."
Pluto nodded. "At least I don't have to attend high school anymore."
"PLUTO, WE'RE ABOUT TO DIE."
"Still better than school."
Tim groaned. "I'm surrounded by lunatics."
Luna snorted. "You are one of them."
The zombies outside roared louder, the door creaking under their weight.
Luna grabbed a crowbar. "Okay, if we die, I'm haunting you both."
Tim saluted. "Fair."
Pluto shrugged. "Too late, I already claimed the right to haunt you guys first."
And then the door exploded open
and a wave of zombies poured in like a Black Friday sale at 90% off.
"CLOSE IT! CLOSE IT! CLOSE IT!" Luna screamed, smacking one with a crowbar.
"I'M TRYING!" Tim yelled, whacking everything except zombies with his pan.
"Pluto, DO SOMETHING!"
Pluto sighed, grabbed a broom, and muttered, "Fine. Guess I'll die productive."
He swung once knocked a zombie's head clean off. Everyone froze.
"Bro," Luna blinked. "You could've done that earlier?!"
"I was saving my energy," he said flatly.
Then the chaos truly began…..
Tim tripped over his own legs, screamed like a Disney princess again , and somehow managed to stab a zombie with a pen.
Luna started laughing hysterically mid-fight, yelling, "THIS IS DAY ONE! WE'RE NOT BUILT FOR THIS!"
Pluto was yelling, "WHY ARE THERE SO MANY?!" while Luna threw canned soup at heads yelling, "BE GONE, LOW IRON LEVELS!"
Tim was crying, laughing, and kicking at the same time.
A zombie bit his shoe. He screamed, "IT GOT MY CROCS!"
Luna shouted, "LEAVE THE CROCS, THEY'RE GONE!"
"NEVER!"
By the time the three finally stumbled out the back door, covered in blood, sweat, and someone else's shoe, Luna yelled, "Okay. Okay. We lived. Day one and no one's dead."
Tim panted, "My left shoe is dead."
Pluto nodded seriously. "Tragic. We'll mourn it later."
They stared at the flaming chaos behind them, breathing hard.
"Welcome to 2067, idiots."
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