"Don't hurt the children!" I shouted, angrily forcing the shotgun out of the undead zombie children, staggering toward us. "They don't mean to be dead!" I continued, trying to prove a point. Suddenly, Russell defensively hit the butt of the gun at my face, knocking me over.
I landed on the floor in the living room in front of the couch and TV on the wall. As I was trying to stir awake, I rolled my head around in circles. As a couple of zombie kids nearby me, reached their skinny, zombie dead hands by my shoulders. And started dragging me away.
A couple more undead boys walked in front of me. They grabbed me by the feet. Struggling to stand to his feet, Russell grabbed hold of his shotgun, as he tried to stop the zombie kids from taking my unconscious away from him.
More undead zombie kids started to grab hold of Russell around his back and held him prisoner against his will. As my unconscious body was being dragged into the kitchen, Russell wasn't giving up trying to protect himself from being taken into the dark basement.
"Honey…-please don't hurt my wife…" Russell said, his voice trailed off. As the two, stinky, undead zombie boys squeezed hold of Russell's hands behind his back. Moaning and groaning loudly, the zombie children ignored the fact Russell and myself were their slaves in our own home.
They started dragging Russell down into the basement after my unconscious body after me. Then, before I knew what happened next. The zombies roughly shoved and tossed me down the rest of the basement stairs. I fumbled and landed on my side with a hard thud on the basement floor. I still didn't stir awake as I heard the ornery zombie kids laughing mischievously. I heard them toss my husband beside me.
As Russell sat up, slowly, he watched from the top of the stairs, he watched as the undead, shadowy zombie kids slammed the basement door. And locked us in the darkness of our smelly, old basement, trapped together.
"Is this happening to us?" Russell asked himself, out in the cold, moonlit basement. Russell turned to look at me. "Honey? Please wake up," he begged, silently. Propping my head on my on his thick lap.
I didn't stir a response. I moaned and rolled my head onto my husband's lap. "We've got to get out of here," Russell said to himself out loud. Putting my unconscious head, next to him, on the hard basement floor, Russell turned and walked over to the high-reached window above the washer and dryer on the other side of the basement.
Grabbing hold of a small stool, Russell stepped onto the second step. Then, he climbed on top of the dryer machine. To look out the moonlit basement window. Looking out, Russell saw the group of shadowy, undead zombie children staggering away from our house. They were just staggering in our front yard. Just moaning and groaning. Like they were expecting us to come after them.
They couldn't see Russell looking out at the tiny windowsill in the small, cold, stinky basement, as one of the undead kids stepped onto a dead twig and snapped it in half. Russell gasped, as he turned and saw Russell ducking his head underneath the wall above the window.
The zombie leader turned and saw into the dark basement window as moonlight washed into the window. Making Russell's shadow move and dance in the path on the floor in the basement. The living dead leader waved his hand in the air at the undead kid's attention. "They're lurking in the shadows of their basement," said the zombie leader, in a deep, scratchy gravelly voice.
Staggering into the side of our rental house, the zombie leader led the army of undead stalking, shadowy children started coming after us. As I lay out cold, on the hard floor of the basement, Russell quickly jumped down off the dryer. He hurried up the basement steps to try to open the basement door. It wouldn't budge open. We locked inside.
"What are their plans going to do to us?" Russell asked himself, out loud. "I've got to get the police to help control this zombie population," Russell said. Taking out his cellphone in his pants pocket, he punched in the emergency number. But it wouldn't ring. He looked at his connection service. It was dead. Russell angrily tossed his cellphone onto the floor in front of himself and yelled a scream of frustration.
Suddenly, the basement door opened. And the zombie kid leader stood at the top of the stairs. "There is no choice but to surrender to the leader of the undead society," snapped the angry zombie boy leader. He started staggering down the steps. "You're going to be undead servants like us. We will take you and your loved one to the graveyard on Halloween at midnight," the undead zombie kid leader continued. "It's going to be quick and fast. Don't make it hard," said the zombie kid leader.
There was no point in defending himself. Russell found himself feeling weak and passed out next to my unconscious body on the moonlight basement floor. It was going to be over soon.