"He was right behind me. Great! First Davy, now him." Mike groaned.
"We have to find him!" Micky exclaimed.
Micky looked back and seen a bunch of zombies were coming after them. He also seen Peter. He was smiling at Micky. It wasn't his normal dimpled smile either. His brown puppy dog like eyes were now red.
"Run!" Micky yelled. He turned around and seen Davy bite Mike's arm.
"Davy! What are you doing?! We're your friends!" Micky exclaimed.
"Now it's your turn." Davy said. His british accent was gone, and he sounded like a demon.
Micky swallowed hard. Peter went towards him. "Join us." his voice just like Davy's.
"NO!" Micky yelled. He tried to run but got cornered.
"JOIN US!" the zombies tauted.
"Never!"
"Come on Micky." Davy said smiling evilly.
"Please don't hurt me! I'll never tease you about your height again." Micky begged. He closed his eyes.
"Can I get that in writing?" he heard Davy ask in his normal voice.
"Micky, man wake up." Mike said shaking him.
Micky slowly opened his eyes.
"You're covered in sweat mate." Davy said sounding concerned.
Micky grabbed Davy's arm and yanked Davy towards him. He studied his face. His skin was tanned and his eyes were brown. He glanced at Mike who also looked like his normal self.
"Aw man. I had a nightmare."
Peter came out from the bedroom and sat next to Davy. He rested his head on Davy's back.
"What about?" Mike asked.
"Well for starters Babbit was a zombie. Then somehow Davy turned into one."
Peter quickly sat up and stared at Davy.
"What?" Davy asked.
"You're a zombie!" Peter whimpered.
Micky laughed. "No Peter. I dreamed he was. See Babbit came here and kicked our door down and then we all ran to our car. And Davy hurt his ankle so Peter had to carry him on his back and..." Micky groaned.
"Well watching three zombie movies in a row will do that to a person." Mike chuckled.
"You guys are right. I do watch too much tv. I'm going to start cutting down."
"Good." Mike replied.
Peter kept staring at Davy.
"What?" Davy again asked.
"You were a zombie." Peter whimpered.
"Aw Pete. He's fine. He was as white as a sheet in my dream. His eyes were red. Now they're brown and he has a tan."
"Your dream scared me." Peter said with a shiver.
"You?! I was a zombie!" Davy cried.
"Aww Dave. It's okay." Micky patted his arm. "So was Peter. Mike proubly was too but I woke up to soon to find out."
"Well good!" Mike exclaimed. "I don't want to know if I became one or not!"
"We were all zombies?" Peter whimpered.
"It was a dream. Pinch yourself to make sure if you want." Mike suggested.
Peter did. Then he reached over and pinched Davy.
"Ow! Watch it mate!"
"Sorry." he pinched Mike and Micky too.
"Ow. That was a great idea Mike." Micky said sarcastically.
"Since no one's a zombie. I think I'll go back to bed. Night fellas." Davy waved.
"Night." Micky smiled. Then frowned. "Davy! You're limping just like in my dream!"
"My foot's asleep. Good night." Davy groaned.
Micky laughed. "Night."
Micky slept great the rest of the night. Davy however didn't because he spent most of the night still trying to confence Peter he wasn't a zombie.
The next morning Davy walked in the kitchen. Mike and Micky were already awake.
"You look terrible." Mike said. "Did you sleep okay?"
"No. Peter was still scared about Micky's dream.
The next time you have a bad dream, he's sleeping with you." Davy said.
Everyone laughed at this.
"So wanna catch a movie?" Mike asked.
"No. I think I'll read a book." Micky grinned.
Davy stood up and grabbed a book from the shelf. He handed it to Micky. "Here's what they look like."
"Very funny midget." Micky said shooting him alook.
"Well at least things are back to normal around here." Mike chuckled.