The Chicken Zombies Part 2: CHICKEN ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE

Chapter 1 - Noah

Two days ago, I woke in an unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar house, in an unfamiliar town.

The last thing I'd remembered was leaving Texas with Ace and Billy, and everything else was a blur. I had wracked my brain, trying to recall a snippet of something, anything.

Heck, I didn't even know what day it was.

I was dressed in filthy jeans and a gray hoodie that smelled like seawater, which was pretty unbelievably strange. Maybe I was near the sea, I didn't know.

The house I was in was gigantic, but it looked like it had been abandoned for quite some time. The electricity didn't even work. It was sunny outside, but barren. I saw no one in any of the neighboring houses, all similar in size.

Eventually, I had explored all the way to where the neighborhood let out. A sign read Emerald Acres. I cocked my head. Isn't that the place in Wizard of Oz? I guessed I was a long way from home. Like Dorothy.

I searched the houses for clothes that looked about my size, and was happy to find a full closet that would fit me. I decided to move into that house, which was slightly smaller than my initial one, but still quite large.

Now, I sit at the kitchen table, absently munching a granola bar I found in the pantry.

But something catches my eye.

There's a man outside.

With a gun in his hand.

My mouth falls open.

He's pacing the street, rifle perched on his broad shoulder. He walks as if he's on patrol, marching with the steady pace of a soldier. He wears all black.

Suddenly, he turns his head in my direction. Our eyes meet for a split second before he's running full speed at me.

I duck down under the kitchen table and inch away from the window, praying that Mr. Soldier Man won't shoot at me.

Okay, really. What did I do to wind up in this situation? I'm the good one, the innocent one! Shouldn't this be more Hillbilly or Ace's speed? I mean, Hillbilly's dad is literally in the mafia!

I decide that the garage is the safest place to hide from the man; I've seen enough horror movies to know that the basement and attic are pretty much the worst (and often last) idea to ever cross anyone's mind.

So I race to the garage, trying to barricade the door behind me with bicycles. What the heck am I supposed to do now?? THINK, NOAH, THINK!!!
I look around the garage for something to escape with. There are no cars, unfortunately. However, in the far back corner...

BANG, I hear from inside the house. Okay, so the man is inside. Great.

I run to the back corner where I spotted a small pink moped. "Please, please, please," I hiss. "Yes!" The key is sitting on top. I shove it into the ignition. Thank God, it starts!

"Noah James!" I hear a voice boom from inside the house. "You are wanted by Ronaldo Rosenpinis to become a minion. Please come with me and no one gets hurt."

"What in tarnation?" I murmur, searching for a defensive tool in the garage. My eyes settle on a shotgun hidden under a small desk. I snatch it and grab a baseball bag with a bat in it from where it hung on the wall. Good enough.

"Noah James! You are wanted by Ronaldo Rosenpinis to become a..." The man repeats everything once more. What is going on?!
I push a bike pump in front of the door, too. The people who own this house must be big bikers.

I open the garage door, knowing I'm giving away where I am. If I get away fast enough, it shouldn't matter. I climb onto the moped, gun in hand, and attempt to zoom away.