Bikini bottom plague

Chapter 4:"Out of the dome"

Chapter 4: Out of the Dome

The hatch slammed shut behind them, sealing off what was left of Sandy's dome. The group stepped out into the ruined streets of Bikini Bottom, and a wave of horror hit them like a crashing tide.

The once-bustling town was a scene of absolute carnage. Bloody remains and severed limbs were strewn across the cracked streets. Mangled bodies lay in grotesque positions, with intestines spilling out like coils of seaweed. Zombies staggered aimlessly, their hollow eyes glowing faintly, their disfigured jaws snapping hungrily.

“Holy barnacle guts…” SpongeBob muttered, gagging as he stepped over a decapitated fish whose head was still twitching.

“Sweet mother of kelp,” Squidward groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “This place has turned into a chum-sucking nightmare.”

“Enough jibber-jabber!” Sandy snapped, keeping her voice low. “We need to move before one of those bottom-feeders notices us.”

The group pressed forward cautiously. The metallic stench of blood mixed with the salty air, and the sound of distant groaning and cracking bones made SpongeBob’s nerves crawl. A shattered streetlamp flickered weakly, casting eerie shadows across the ruins.

As they passed the remnants of a once-lively café, SpongeBob spotted a zombie crouched over a torn body. The creature was gnawing on a severed arm, its jagged teeth tearing through flesh like a ship’s anchor ripping through coral. He turned away quickly, trying not to throw up.

“This is some deep-sea dung,” Squidward muttered, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Why didn’t I just stay home and let the apocalypse take me there?”

Sandy, ignoring him, motioned for the group to stop. “Stick close. The first ingredient’s in the old apothecary shop up ahead.” She pointed to a crumbling building a few blocks away.

“Great,” Squidward muttered under his breath. “Let’s just prance through this kelp-stinking hellscape like it’s a sunny day at Goo Lagoon.”

Before anyone could reply, a loud snap echoed from a nearby alley. The group froze.

“What the barnacles was that?” SpongeBob whispered, his eyes darting toward the sound.

From the shadows emerged a zombie unlike the others. It was taller, faster, and armed with a jagged shard of metal. Its hollow, glowing eyes locked onto them with a terrifying focus.

“Fish sticks!” Plankton shouted, backing up. “That thing’s not like the rest of them!”

The zombie lunged forward with a guttural snarl, heading straight for SpongeBob.

“Son of a sea slug!” Mr. Krabs bellowed, shoving SpongeBob out of the way. The zombie clawed at Mr. Krabs’ arm, leaving a deep scratch. “You rotten piece of driftwood!” he cursed, clutching his wound.

Sandy reacted instantly, kicking the zombie with enough force to send it crashing into a nearby dumpster. “No time to stop!” she barked. “More are coming.”

Sure enough, the distant groaning was growing louder. Zombies were emerging from doorways, alleys, and windows, drawn by the commotion. The group quickly moved toward the apothecary shop, dodging the slowly advancing horde.

When they reached the shop, Sandy scanned the area. “I’ll go in first,” she said, her voice steady despite the chaos.

Inside, the shop was dimly lit and reeked of decay. Broken bottles and shattered glass littered the floor, and shelves were knocked over, spilling their contents. The group followed Sandy inside, their footsteps crunching on the debris.

“There,” Sandy said, pointing to a vial glowing faintly on a high shelf. “That’s the first ingredient.”

But just as she reached for it, the back wall of the shop exploded with a thunderous crash. A massive, mutated zombie—its body bloated and fused with chunks of metal—burst through the wreckage. Its gaping mouth let out a deep, bone-chilling roar.

“What in Poseidon’s beard is THAT?!” Squidward screamed, stumbling backward.

“A pile of chum-sucking trouble,” Sandy growled, grabbing the vial and shoving it into SpongeBob’s hands. “Move it, now!”

As they turned to escape, more zombies poured into the store from every corner. Their grotesque forms moved with unnatural speed, their guttural growls echoing in the confined space.

“Son of a barnacle!” Plankton yelled, firing a laser from his mecha suit to slow them down. “I can’t hold these kelp-for-brains off forever!”

“Back door!” Sandy shouted, kicking over a shelf to block the advancing zombies. The group bolted toward the exit, with Squidward kicking it open just in time.

But as they spilled into the alley behind the shop, the hulking zombie smashed through the front of the building, sending debris flying. The group barely made it out alive.

“Go, go, go!” Sandy yelled, leading the way through the alley.

They ran as fast as they could, dodging blood-stained obstacles and weaving through the shattered remains of their town. Zombies were closing in from all sides, their growls growing louder and more frenzied.

“Next ingredient better be easier to get than this kelp-headed mess,” Squidward grumbled, his voice tinged with panic.

“Quit your bellyaching and RUN!” Sandy shouted.

As they disappeared into the shadows of Bikini Bottom, the roars of the zombies faded behind them—but the horrors of the infected town were far from over.