Scars(sad tomtord story)

chater 3

Tom's POV

Matt was shivering so bad.

"G-g-g-guys?" Matt asked, his teeth chattering.

I raised a brow, signaling for him to spill it.

He pointed to Tords gr-

HOLY SHIT! There is no Tord there anymore! It's just a dug up grave!

Maybe Matt was right!

Was there actually zombies out there!?

I heard groands outside, from dead creatures, all murmuring about how  much they want brains.

"That means Tord is a zombie!" Edd blurted out of no where.

"Then we have to go find him!" Matt sounded very hyped.

And oh boy did he look hyped to, almost tripping over his untied shoelaces (because he doesn't know how to tie them), as he ran to the kitchen.

He grabbed a bucket and slapped it on his head like a hat.

I looked back at Edd, and he looked ready too.

He had duct tape wrapped around his head, and a metal trash can over his chest.

Two black lines smured on his cheaks.

I hope that's paint, cause if it's not, I don't wanna know what it is.

"How did you uh...." I paused.

"How'd I what?" Edd said, looking coserned.

"N-never mind..." I said, changing my mind about wanting to know how he got ready so fast.

We walked outside, hoping not to get eaten.

????'s POV

Ah, finally! I got out of that hell hole!

To be continued...