"The footsteps are quite loud and are coming from the next room" said Paul. "Like we didn't already figure that out Paul" said John. "Fuck you, I just wanted to point that out" said Paul. "Yeah who the fuck cares" said John. "LANGUAGE YOU TWO!" Said Brian. "Sorry Mr. Epstein" they said in unison. "I'll go look" said George. George gets up and walks to the next room. "Well here's another zombie" says George as he pulls out his gun and shoots it in the skull 5 times. The zombie drops dead on the floor causing a loud bang. "It's dead" said George as he walks back to the others."very unfortunate, so it's getting dark we've eaten and it's getting late, we all need to head to sleep, it's super cold so we're gonna have to sleep together to conserve heat." Says Brian. Everyone huddled together and falls asleep. BOOM! They all wake up, dazed and confused of what's happening. "D-did you hear that?" Says Ringo. "Yes actually it's probably a zombie dropping a street light of some sort" said John. "Yeah he may be right it didn't sound like a gun shot or anything it sounded like as if an iron bar dropped onto the pavement" said Brian. "Well let's go to sleep!" Said Paul. George checks his watch and it reads "12:12 am" in big bold letters. In a matter of minutes they all fall into a deep sleep.
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MaccaLand!
FanfictionIn the land named MACCALAND, full of mysteries and misfortune to the ones that visit, will John, Paul, George, and Ringo be able to get to the bottom this mystery that has been unknown for years? Or will they Sadly pass?
