"Oh great! Peter, I thought you had a good grip on him!" Mike yelled.
"I did! They must have grabbed him!" Peter looked like he was about to burst into tears.
"We need to help him! Come on!" Micky yelled. He turned around and seen Peter and Mike hadn't moved.
"Come on!" Micky yelled again.
"Why? We can't help him now. He's a zombie." Mike stated sadly.
"I'm not giving up. And neither are you two. If it were one of us, Davy wouldn't give up. So come on. We have to find him." Micky grabbed Peter's arm and began to drag him. Mike followed.
"We need to figure out how to break the spell. Now I say we go to that creepy old lady's house from up the block." Micky smiled.
"This is crazy." Mike groaned.
"Hey, do you want Davy back?" Micky demanded.
"Of course I do."
"Then come on." Micky snapped.
The three went to the woman's house.
"Now we need someone who's short, and can crawl in there without getting noticed." Mike whispered.
"He ain't here. He's a zombie. Remember?" Peter shivered.
"We don't know that. Maybe he got away." Micky said with hope.
"Well since you're the second shortest Pete, I guess you get to go in and get her creepy book." Mike grinned.
"Me?!"
"Yep." Mike said.
"But-"
"Get in there shorty!" Micky yelled.
Grumbling the entire time Peter went in.
"Think he can get away with it?" Mike asked.
"I hope."
A few minutes later Peter came out.
"Got it."
"Good job." Micky grinned.
Peter flashed a dimpled grin.
"Let's get out of here." Mike said.
The three went back to the empty building.
"Did any of you guys see Davy?" Mike asked.
"Nope." Micky shook his head.
"Maybe he got away. I mean I did, so maybe..."
Peter's voice trawled of as he and the others seen a group of zombies enter the building.
"Uh-oh." Micky whimpered. He glanced over to his left and seen Davy.
He didn't look like Davy though. His once tanned-skin was ghostly white. His wide brown eyes were now a glowing red. He also had an evil look on his face.
"Um hey Davy-baby." Micky nervously said. Davy just glared at him.
"Um Micky. Now would be a good time to run." Mike cried yanking
Micky next to him.
The three took off running.
"That was Davy? He looked so scary." Peter whimpered.
They went back to the creepy woman's house.
"Guys let's face it. The Davy we know and love is gone. He's a zombie now." Mike said sadly.
Micky glared at Mike. "What are you saying Mike? We should give up?"
"Well what do you think Micky!? That there's so magical cure in there that'll change Davy back?" Mike barked.
"Stop it! I already lost one best friend. I'm not losing the other two! We have to stick together!" Peter cried.
"You're right. I'm sorry." Mike sighed.
A woman came down the stairs. "Hi Mike. Micky. Peter. Where's little Davy?"
Peter bursted into tears. "He's gone!"
Micky felt like crying himself. He was starting to really miss Davy, and was wondering if he could be changed back.
"He's a zombie." Micky explained.
"Okay. Here's what you need. One string of curly hair. A drop of blood from an Englishman-"
"Well we only know two. One's in England and his grandson's a zombie." Mike grumbled.
"Hey, if you want your friend back, that's what you need to do!" the woman yelled.
"How?" Micky asked.
"That's what you have to figure out. One drop of blood from a Texan. And-"
"Wait a minute. It says here all we need to do is kill the orignal zombie and the curse will be broken. How do we know who the orignal zombie is?" Mike asked.
Before anyone could go any further the woman's door got kicked in. A bunch of zombies, including Davy entered.
"Lady! Help!" Micky yelled. He looked at the woman who was now as white as a sheet.
"Oh no!" Mike yelled.
"Let's go!" Micky yelled yanking on Mike. They left. The two panted in the street.
"Mike. Where's Peter?" Micky nervously asked.