Zombies and A Monster

Her scream.

This is going to be a very short chapter just because I haven't updated in a long time. Sorry 😕.

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Chapter 7: Her scream.

The zombies closed in on them. They waved their dwindling arms in a zombie-like manner and opened their revolting mouths and made long drawling sounds.

"Chee, is this what they look like up close?", Isla made a disgusted face and made a soft retching sound.

"Shut up".

Cookie Monster was still at the far end of the garage eating on yet another cookie, completely unaware of the fact that 3 zombies were sharing the garage with them.

The zombies stopped walking. They straightened their backs and one of them spoke in a low, raspy voice.

"HELLO, LIVING THINGSHH. WE NO HARM YOU. ONLY WE NEED YOU TO COME WITH US SO GHOULACANS CAN KILL YOU."

"We're not going anywhere."

Bobby extended a protective hand in front of the girls.

"Wait what are ghoulacans?", Isla asked. She wore a distraught and confused expression.

"I'm thinking it's what we've been calling ghroulers.", Rachel spoke and took slow, cautious steps behind as the zombies advanced towards them.

"So what might you repulsive beings be called?", Bobby asked the zombies eyeing them with fascination.

"WE VERY BEAUTIFUL. YOU UGLY. WE CALLED GHROULERS."

"Heh, so we confused the creator and the offspring."

"Bobby I think we're going to die.", Rachel woke Bobby up to realize the threat closing on them.

"Well comrades, it was a pleasure trying to survive with you."

"Shut up.", Rachel and Isla said at the same time and forced Bobby to shut his pessimistic mouth.

Thud.

Bobby felt the wall behind him. There was no more space to move. Bloody hell, he cursed in his head.

"HELP! SOMEONE HELP!", Isla began screaming her heart out.

"NO ONE'S THERE TO HELP ANY OF US! THEY'RE GONE. ALL OF THEM.", Rachel shouted at Isla, her face turning a hot red and eyes glistening wildly.

"COMRADES, I-"

"BOBBY STOP CALLING US THAT.", Rachel looked at him hopelessly and annoyed.

Suddenly, one of the 'ghroulers' extending a thin, shaky, bark-like arm at Isla and she screamed the loudest scream her voice box could muster.

The ghroulers retreated. They held their long, bony fingers over their ears and began vibrating like an alarm clock ready to explode. And they did.

The disgusting insides of the ghroulers splattered all over the garage and doused the three of them.

"Fu*k.", Rachel wiped the goop that fell on her face.

"YUCK YUCK YUCK!", Isla ran around the garage trying to shake off the goop that landed on her.

Bobby just stayed where he was. He just stood, still trying to realize the fact that the ghroulers exploded. And then he noticed the goop covering him.

"Ugh. Holy sh*t! What the fu*k is this!"

"Happy realization day, idiot.", Rachel smiled at him and hugged him.

Bobby smiled and hugged her back. And then he realized he felt weird because they were both drenched in zombie puss.

"Wait, why are we rejoicing. I feel stupid.", Bobby said as he broke away from the hug.

"That's because you are.", Rachel smirked, "But right now we should go take a bath. I feel like the ghroulers just shat on me."

Bobby and Rachel walked towards the garage door when they realized Isla wasn't with them.

"Hey Isla, come here. Let's go to my house and take a bath."

"Nah, it's okay. I already smell like cookies."
Isla's seemed to come from the far end of the garage.

Rachel walked towards where she thought Isla was.

"Seriously Isla?"

Isla was nuzzling up to Cookie Monster while he continued eating a cookie. Beside her was a bottle of perfume that had a label that said cookie.

"Cookie Monster made it for me. He even found a hose and washed the stomach juices of the ghroulers off me. He's such a sweetie."

Rachel laughed in surprise. So after becoming his cookie, they become best friends huh, she thought silently, a smile slowly spreading across her sticky, goopy face.

"We'll be at Bobby's house Isla. You come later, okay?"

Isla nodded and went back to cuddling her monster-sized plush toy while he continued eating a cookie. Rachel could feel something special about uncaring monster. After all, he was The Cookie Monster.