The Zombies Invade

The Plan In Action

Picture of Misty now...sorta with the eye patch on her left eye

《Time Skip: 1 month later》

《Aaron's P.O.V》

  I feel bad for Misty even if the incident happened a month ago. It still sad that she lost her left eye. And even before that almost killed herself cause of what Carson said. But today we all won't have to worry about Carson anymore. Today is the day we put our plan to action. And we picked the perfect day, why you ask, cause today Misty's running low on chemicals, R2v70d(not real) and c5n1 (also not real) so all we have to say is that we're going to go find those chemicals and ask if he wants to come. BOOM! The perfect plan right there! "Hey Carson we're going out to find Misty some more chemicals, want to come with?" Carl ask. "Sure. Beats sitting here doing nothing." Carson answered. He's so stupid. "Alright let's go then!" Dean yelled while running out of the house.

《2 hours later》

  We found the chemicals and are heading another way back home. "I don't remember us going this way to go 'home'." Carson ask. All I did was smirk. "Oh we're trying a different route that I founded online, is that alright with you?" Misty answered. "I'm fine with it, No- Mist." Carson said mispronouncing Misty's name. "That's not how you pronoce my fucking name, and you know that, Carson." Misty said. "I know, but do I fucking care? No I don't care." Carson said. Ok he's really getting on my nerves. "We're be home in 30 minutes, so Misty try not to rip Carson's throat out, k?" Carl said. "Fine, I won't rip his fucking throat out just yet." Misty replied. "Guys! There are groups of zombies in front of us! What are we going to fucking do?" Carson asked. But he didn't wait for an answer instead he just opened the car door and started running towards the fucking zombies. "Hand me the gun, bomb, and compacted helicopter." Misty said. "Why do you need the gun and compacted helicopter for?" Dean asked. "Carl I need you to fly the helicopter above the zombies. Henry I need you to shoot the bomb when I say now. And then Carl fly the helicopter as high as you can. Dean, Hayden, and Aaron, I need y'all to stay in the truck and drive away." Misty said really fast. But at least we knew what she said.
  Hayden, Dean, and me had already drove away after Misty, Carl, and Henry stepped out. I didn't see anything after they opened the compacted helicopter and flew over the zombies and Carson. Now all I can do is hoped that it goes as planned.

《Misty's P.O.V》

  Carl was flying the helicopter above the zombies. Henry was waiting till I say 'now' to shoot the bomb when I drop the bomb. "Henry I want you to shoot Carson in the stomach with the bug bullet." I told Henry. "Alright." He relpied. I then heard him change the bullet out. After that I saw him aiming and waiting for the right moment. After about 3 minutes Henry pulled the trigger and it went into Carson stomach. We heard a scream and looked down and saw something that would have made a normal person run. It was a screaming Carson with tiny little bugs crawling out of his bullet hole. He looked at us and glared at me and I glared back. Then I dropped the bomb half way down I shouted 'now' and Henry pulled the trigger. "How could you be so fucking cruel, you son of a bitch?!?" Carson yelled. I said nothing in return. As the bomb went off we flew up and flew away. No more Carson, and no more arguing.

《2 hours later》Sorry if my story is boring

  "Did it work?" Dean ask us after we walked through the front door. "Yes, there is no more Carson. He is history." I answered. "I'll be in my lab." I said trying to go to my lab. I didn't make it far. "Can we come with?" Carl ask. "Not until I finish the surprise, silly!" I said with a smile. I walked to my lab and got started on my surprise for the boys. I just hope I'll finish it before midnight so that I have time to set it up by sunrise.

~~~~~~~~~~~Author's Note~~~~~~~~~~
Bug Bullet-  it's a bullet that has a lot of tiny little bugs that eats your flesh and bones from inside out.

This is not real it is something that I made up for the story.