regretavator zombie apocalypse or smth idk

CHAPTER 13

As DrRetro finished digging two holes in the backyard, the group would lower the body of Prototype into one and the severed hand of Walter. Everyone stood there silently as they filled both holes and put crosses with the victims name on it. Mark gently cried while hugging Lampert who was already starting to tear up.

"Meeow meow mrow. mew mew. mrowww meeooow, mewww." (we are gathered here today to mourn the two losses we have suffered this past week. These two men sacrificed their lives so we could be standing here today. They would've wanted us to succeed. And that's why we must, to honor their memory)

Everyone unanimously nodded before paying their respects and leaving a small gift like a flower or a can of grey stuff and heading back inside, leaving the two graves to rest.

The rest of the night was bland and everyone eventually would hit the hay. Except for two.

In the dead of night, the elevator doors would creak open and Fleshcousin and MR stepped out.

"Go deal with DrRetro, and I'll handle the rest"

Fleshy nodded and began walking up to the second floor. But MR would stop him.

"Wait

Can you make sure to not rough her up too much? Me and her kinda go back and it's really embarrassing..."

Fleshy would turn their head to the side like a confused dog.

Just don't KILL her or seriously injure her, got it?"

Fleshy would nod again before going on to complete their task.

In DrRetro's bedroom she'd suddenly wake up from the sound of her door being creaked open. When she sat up she would see... Pest...?

"Meeow meow mroww?" (Jesus you ever heard of knocking?)

"..."

"Meowww? mreow mew mew?" (well? Don't just stand there what do you need?)

DrRetro gently rubbed her eyes to get a better look at him and that's when she realized something was wrong. One of Pest's horns was missing and his fingertips were dripping grey goo.

"M-meow mrow meow..." (Y-your not Pest...)

When their cover was blown, Fleshy immediately warped back into his original form before pouncing on her. DrRetro would screech but Fleshy muffled her with a nearby pillow. She tried digging into their skin with her claws but it would immediately regenerate. After a lot more struggling, shed pass out.

Fleshy would gently pick up her limp body and check for a pulse, as to not anger MR, before stuffing her into a closet and tying her mouth and limbs up. He'd return back to the living room after completing his task.

"Oh good your back... She's still alive right?"

Fleshy gave him a thumbs up.

"Good good. Now that she's out of the picture the only thing left is to wait"

As everyone woke up the following day and gathered into the living room they'd quickly notice that someone was missing.

"H3y wh3r3s d0c?"

"She probably slept in, like ALWAYS"

"Don't you sometimes sleep in too Bivey?"

"D-dont bring that up right now!"

"Hey I think I hear her coming down!"

Everyone turned their attention to the staircase, expecting their fluffy medic to come down but instead they would see Fleshy walking down carrying MR.