"He-he bit me?" Barbie blurted out in her shock, falling to her knees in the grass. The reanimated man suddenly charged her from the side of the house and tackled her to the ground. 

"Whoa!" Johnny yelled as everyone stood up. Someone turned the music off and the place seemed to erupt in instant chaos. People were screaming frantically from the barn, while those along the path to the house were getting mauled. People were too intoxicated to understand the situation.

From over the hill, the morgue walkers pounced on anyone close to them. When others tried to intervene, they were attacked as well. Within moments a great number of people were being swarmed. Everyone else ran toward the front of the house.

Some people drove off, while those that remained gathered around together in the front yard. Barbie screamed as her flesh was being ripped from her, but the rest of Johnny's bandmates were able to tackle her attacker off where Tim held him firmly against the ground. "What the fuck??" he shouted as the infected man attempted to reach back and bite him. 

As they continued to hold him down, Perry held Barbie who was still alive. She was gargling on her own blood, unable to speak. The shear look of fear in her eyes as Perry looked helplessly at her. Her body was shaking, but then she stopped dead. "Holy fuck," Perry muttered. He began doing CPR on the girl, unsure if she was still alive or not. Eventually he stopped and checked her chest, feeling no heartbeat. "I think she's dead!"

People were moaning and crying for help near and in the barn, being left along the grass half eaten and wounded. Johnny was helping Tim hold down the infected man when he noticed more were coming after them now. Pushing off and backing away, they still even tried to reason with them. "Back up man!" Tim yelled as he pulled out his gun. James ran over and cracked the closest one over the head with an acoustic guitar, then also pulled out his gun. The brothers always carried their weapons, though Johnny realized all of the rest of the weapons were in his father's bomb shelter.


"She's breathing again!" Perry shouted, he had seemed to be zoning out all around him. When he felt her moving, he pressed his ear to her chest. She rose quickly and grabbed ahold of his head, then began biting harshly into his skull. 


Tim and James fired, they shot every bullet they had in their weapons. They fired upon those infected closest to them, hitting them in their chests and limbs. It seemed to work as everything fell over, but to be sure the brothers moved in closer and reloaded their weapons standing above the dead. 

"They're not getting up from that..."Tim started, but they arose again. One bit deep into Tim's ankle, while another caught James' leg and brought him down. More of the dead stood from the hill, doubling their numbers. The brothers tried to fight them off but more and more surrounded them and attacked, overwhelming them both.

Johnny smashed a beer bottle over one's head as it approached him, open mouthed bleeding. They stumbled for a bit as it kept pushing forth, but eventually Johnny got on top and started stabbing the broken glass into the infected's face. He could feel its facial bones breaking with each stab, and he did not stop until the thing stopped moving. Blood covered his entire face as he backed off, seeing many more coming from around the house.


Russell ran into the tour bus, attempting to start it but it staled. Before he knew it the bus was surrounded and the walker's broke through the glass of the door. Russell screamed as he was ripped apart on the floor of the vehicle. 


Other survivors started to run, anywhere, just off and away from Johnny's house. He himself followed for a while, having a good lead on the infected. He turned around and watched in horror as everyone he knew and loved was being eaten alive, then rising up again and eating someone else alive. The screams continued throughout the neverending horror as Johnny made his way out to the field. He could see people running in every direction, knowing it was miles before any of them would come across anything.

The vehicles were surrounded by the undead, and the horses were being cornered and eaten alive as well. More and more dead ones rose, all of them finishing their meals and continueally heading toward the rest. Johnny ran through the field, until he saw Sarah. She was the only one left he saw that was still alive and still here. "Sarah!" he yelled and ran, nearly out of breath, toward her. "Are you okay? We have to stick together, okay? We have to keep moving." The undead were far off and moving slower now that they had plenty of meat, but they would never stop following.