Two zombies tried to cut us off. Dean ducked the one's outstretched arms and I struck the other with the stock of my shotgun. Neither of the undead would be denied, though mine had to pick itself up off the pavement before it could resume the chase.
We made it to the brightly painted red door and I gave a yank. Nothing. I pushed and pulled in desperation, trying the latch for all I was worth but still nothing. It held fast. The reanimated creatures were getting closer and we were running out of time when we heard a strange sound.
"Psssttt." I looked back at Dean and we heard it again. "Pssssstt," this time a little louder and more urgent. We looked toward the noise and there, in the thin alley between the buildings, was Batman.
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If I thought the world was surreal before, this just put it over the top. The room we were in looked like some twelve-year-old boy’s dream room. Comic book posters covered the walls and old mismatched furniture was arranged in a semicircle facing a large LCD television. Snack cake and candy bar wrappers, plus the occasional pizza box, covered the floor, nearly obscuring the dirty, green shag carpet underneath.
As I completed my circle, the young man dressed as The Flash pointed with his finger, "What about under the boxers?"
I raised an eyebrow in question. The others looked at my green plaid underwear and back at their friend. "I think he's clean!" added Drew. "Besides, if either of them were bit down there, they wouldn't have been able to run."
"There would also be blood." Han Solo agreed clearly not wanting any part of us dropping our drawers.
After passing their inspection, we dressed. I didn't know how dirty my clothes were until I had to put them back on. I almost asked for a costume to avoid the feel of the soiled apparel, but just thinking of myself walking around as Spiderman changed my mind, so I pulled on the same socks I had worn for the last several days and laced up my
We made it to the brightly painted red door and I gave a yank. Nothing. I pushed and pulled in desperation, trying the latch for all I was worth but still nothing. It held fast. The reanimated creatures were getting closer and we were running out of time when we heard a strange sound.
"Psssttt." I looked back at Dean and we heard it again. "Pssssstt," this time a little louder and more urgent. We looked toward the noise and there, in the thin alley between the buildings, was Batman.
He was …show more content…
If I thought the world was surreal before, this just put it over the top. The room we were in looked like some twelve-year-old boy’s dream room. Comic book posters covered the walls and old mismatched furniture was arranged in a semicircle facing a large LCD television. Snack cake and candy bar wrappers, plus the occasional pizza box, covered the floor, nearly obscuring the dirty, green shag carpet underneath.
As I completed my circle, the young man dressed as The Flash pointed with his finger, "What about under the boxers?"
I raised an eyebrow in question. The others looked at my green plaid underwear and back at their friend. "I think he's clean!" added Drew. "Besides, if either of them were bit down there, they wouldn't have been able to run."
"There would also be blood." Han Solo agreed clearly not wanting any part of us dropping our drawers.
After passing their inspection, we dressed. I didn't know how dirty my clothes were until I had to put them back on. I almost asked for a costume to avoid the feel of the soiled apparel, but just thinking of myself walking around as Spiderman changed my mind, so I pulled on the same socks I had worn for the last several days and laced up my