Characters:
Vanoss/Evan
Wildcat/Tyler
MrSark/Sark
Miniladd/Mario/Pablo
The story begins as we see a vision of the group struggling to fend off the monsters.
Vanoss: Get in, get in, get in. Mario, jump!
Miniladd: I'm too fat! I'm too fat, help me! Ok, I'm here, ok.
Vanoss: I got a grenade! (accidentally throws grenade at Miniladd) Fire in the hol- OH SHIT!
Miniladd: *dies*
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(Present Time)
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Vanoss: I got beds for everybody in here, man.
Sark: Do you? Ok, I'll come upstairs.
Vanoss: Sark, where are you gonna sleep?
Sark: Uhh, let me see... What are my choices...?
Sark: I'll sleep on this one. (bed near stairs)
Vanoss: Alright. So you're gonna die first, if anything come up the stairs.
Sark: Yup, yup.
Vanoss: Here's your pillow though. (gives cardboard box) There you go.
Sark: Oh thanks! HaHa! That's gonna be perfect for my lower back~
Group: *laughs*
Sark: Oh my god, I picked my pillow up and it collapsed. Alright, I'm gonna put that down because sometimes I do pee in the bed
Sark: This is so crowded with two eight-footed Italian plumbers.
Group: *laughs hard*
Wildcat: Italian plumbers with heads the size of Volkswagen Beetles that are as tall as Shaquille O'Neal.
Vanoss talking to Sark: Here's a two-week old-post, expired Chinese food beside your bed.
Sark: Oh, thank you!
Vanoss & Sark: *laughing*
Sark: Alright, I'm gonna put it in this corner and save it for later.
Vanoss: Here's the bathroom, right here. (puts bucket and newspaper under very corner of attic)
Miniladd: Bucket & newspaper. I can't even sit on that 'cause of the f*ckin roof.
Group: *laughs*
Vanoss: These are my weapons, ok? I'm gonna give you one weapon, ok? And one weapon only. I'm gonna put right here, beside your food. There you go!
Sark: I appreciate it. Let me see what we got.
Vanoss: *laughs* One hand grenade. Use it wisely.
Sark: I appreciate it man. I'm gonna put it right next to my pizza. Hopefully I don't wake up in the middle of the night & eat the grenade.
Sark: Alright, my store is uhh... My store is ready to open.
Vanoss: The world's smallest and sketchiest pawn shop.
Sark: Hehe, yep.
Sark: Look at your weapon pile! All I've got is an AK from the prop store, and I keep a grenade under my mattress
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End of Chapter 1