FNaF: Dodgebomb (Sequel To Battle Of The Undead)

Bombees

Now bombed out of their home, the ramshackle lot found safety in numbers at they trudged through the town; quite literally, dragging Foxy behind them.

The animatronics had proven to be loyal and caring bodyguards with interesting, layered personalities. Admittedly, no human in this group had ever predicted that they'd be spending a zombie apocalypse with a misfit group of robots built to entertain children.

After hours of walking, the party had found a place to hide. This was the home of the last person the original group of humans were trying to find. Unfortunately, this particular person was found having a fit on the kitchen floor in the slow transition between human and monster. Her pale face was twisted in agony as she entered a series of spasms, the cause of which seemed to be a zombie bite. This was a young woman at her prime with lustrous, flowing hair and chalk white skin that had been discoloured after days of illness. If ever anyone saw a point of no return, this was it.

With a shaky hand, a gun was raised to her head and a single, tremulous finger rested upon the trigger. One shot was all it would take to end her misery -but it's always better to double tap just to make sure... The woman glanced at the muzzle of the gun and down the barrel with a begging gaze. No gunshot was heard, but the damage was done. The silencer had taken care of this regrettably familiar blare.

The blood spread out across the floor through cracks and interstices where tiles met. Although they had silenced their guns, they had no way to keep a small baby quiet. The harsh noise of his cries would lead the zombies directly to them, yet no one had the guts to end the life of a boy that had barely been given a chance to live. To end someone's distress is quite different to killing this child.

Freddy took the infant from his mother's arms causing a little worry since the boy was practically being taken by a giant robotic bear. Instead of causing any harm to the kid, Freddy held the child close to him and gently patted the little one's back while hushing the boy till he fell asleep on his shoulder. Freddy loved children... when they were quiet!

This building had a huge basement perfect for hunkering down during a bombing. No one could quite tell which was more dangerous; bombs or zombies.

The group were snapped out of their thoughts as the cactus plant was swept off the sill and into the kitchen sink spattering soapy water all over the floor followed by the shrieking of an undead being at the window. The same gun stopped this din. Room by room, the house was checked over for any 'unwanted residents' with great care. Afterwards, everyone helped themselves to a nice cup of hot chocolate. Winter was setting in and a chilling breeze made them thankful to have a roof over their heads once more.