The Wonkin' Dead (RC9GN & TWDGS1 crossover)

Home Shelter

Minutes later, all the group members were satisfied after the meal at PJ McFlubbusters. They left the restaurant as soon as they were out of the door.

Omid: Oh man, I'm so full. I never thought this safety zone would have these restaurants open during the plague.

Mort: Yeah, and thanks to the CEO, who had the magical factory he had.

Doug(twdg): Maybe we can visit him when we have a chance.

Christa: But first, we need a place to rest and sleep.

Mrs. Weinerman: I know where you all should rest and sleep.

Lee: Where?

Mort: At the McFist home shelter.

Mort pointed at the four buildings of the home shelter, and it turned out to be an apartment with 24 floors.

Kenny: Apartment?

Mort: Yeah, it used to be an apartment, but now it has become a home shelter for survivors like all of us. Each floor has 10 rooms. Four rooms for a single person living, four rooms for two people living, and two rooms for a family of four living

Molly: I guess we should sleep there.

Mort: That's great. We're going there as well.

Then Howard said:

Howard: Wait, Mort, Mom, What about our house?

Mrs Weinerman: I'm sorry, Howie. Our house is already outrun by Walkers, so we can't go to our original home.

Howard: Noooo. My Grave Puncher collection was in my room, my house.

Mort: I'm so sorry. We just have no time to get them all when the walkers completely surround that place.

Randy, who heard about this and said

Randy: Wait, if Howard's house were completely outrun by walkers, does that mean my house too?

Rena: Exactly, Randall. I'm sorry about that. Our values and stuff are still in that house, and we couldn't go there because of walkers.

Then Lee said to Randy

Lee: What does it have to do with it, Randy?

Randy: Because I and Howard are neighbors.

Lee: Oh, so that would explain why you both are BFFs.

Randy: No, we're not BFFs because of that.

Mort: Yes, but not only in our area but also in other houses as well.

Howard: That's wonk.

Then Christa interrupted.

Christa: Look, do you guys want to go to the shelter or just stand there and talk? Because Omid really needs some rest for his injured leg.

The group looked at Christa, and Lee said

Lee: Okay, people. Let's get to the home shelter and rest.

Mort: I'll help you with the booking.

As the group goes to the home shelter, the receptionist turns out to be a robo-ape.

Kenny: Really? Another robot-fucking monkey? How many robots does the McFist guy fucking own?

Then Lee told him off.

Lee: Kenny, please take your tone off about this.

Mort: Exactly. If I were you, Mr. Kenny, I'd be careful with that kind of foul language.