Private stood up straight, "I'll love my big brothah no mattah what happens."
He sneaked carefully, so the zombies wouldn't see him and went down the stairs that led to the basement. There was a fireplace where a آگ کے, آگ burnt fiercely, a picture of the family hanging on the wall, though it was near the ground for some reason. Private started walking over to the dresser in the room when he heard faint crying.
He squeaked, "W..What..Was that?"
The sound faded away as fast as it had appeared. He shrugged then opened one of the drawers to pull out a knife. The one Blue had used to make the پھول crown....
Private shot up awake hearing a male scream in pain, the kind of scream when آپ get stabbed.
"T-That scream...Blue?" Private slipped from his bed. "I bettah go check on him.."
Soon as his flipper landed on the door handle, he felt a feeling of dread. But he opened the door and stepped out anyway. Voices groaning in pain reached him making him squeak in fear.
He jumped back with a scream as blood appeared on the ground. He held his chest as he breathed scared gasps. He scooted back when dark feather penguins came in front of him. Though, they looked like zombies if anything.