Sitting on the couch in his living room, Donnie began to lament about his boredom. "Man I need something to do. There's nothing on TV, nothing on my phone, and it's hot in here." Donnie sprawled out on the couch, "I guess I'll sleep the day away." Laying his head down and closing his eyes, his mind wandered for a number of minutes before he drifted off to sleep.

  Donnie's phone vibrated violently. "I thought I turned on dnd what's this," Donnie picked up his phone to see some sort of strange alarm. He squinted trying to focus his vision, to see words streaming across his screen.

  ZOMBIES!!! in big red letters. "Dammit I haven't even been asleep for an hour, and they go and start the apocalypse." Donnie jumps off the couch, and stretches, "It's go time."

  Donnie swiftly runs to his brother's room, beating on the door he yells, "Allan! Wake up! Zombie apocalypse! Gear up!" Donnie makes a mental checklist: weapons, food, and whatever else. "Let's see what's around here..." He runs to the kitchen, hoping to find ample supplies. Donnie looks around, "This is the saddest kitchen of all time." He begins rummaging through the cabinets. Allan exits his room rubbing the sleep from his eyes, "Bro why did you wake me up." "Dude! Pay attention! The apocalypse has started, get right," Donnie yells at him from inside the cabinet. Allan walks off still completely confused, "Bro... what..." Donnie continues his search. "OK we got a hammer, I guess it'll do. I'll take a knife as well," he puts the weapons into his backpack. Along with a first-aid kit and some canned ravioli. "This is an awful inventory, we gotta go loot."

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  "Allan!" Donnie yells for his brother again, there's no response. He searches the house until he spots the bathroom door closed. He beats on the door, "Bro like seriously what are you doing?" Allan talks from behind the door, "Bro I just checked Twitter, I think zombies are like real now." "THAT'S WHAT I'VE BEEN TRYING TO TELL YOU!" Donnie is seething at this point, "I'm gonna make you a bag, and you better be ready by the time I'm done." He grabs one of Allan's bags from his room, and fills it with similar items as his. After that he grabs his old volleyball knee pads along with Allan's old karate gear, wrapping everything in a generous amount of duck tape. The result is two sets of crude armor that doesn't look like it'd stop a punch. Allan exits the bathroom. "Took you long enough, here I made you gear and a backpack. We gotta get going before nightfall," Donnie impatiently squeaks at Allan. Allan stares at him unimpressed, "Yeah whatever, I texted Goodman to meet us at the school." Allan equips the gear Donnie gave him as they talk. "Bro why'd you do that? The school is an awful hideout. I planned for us to go to the grocery on East Pilk Street," Donnie says as he walks towards the door. "Yeah we can just go there before we meet him at the school. It's on the way anyway," Allan says following behind him. "You're so right, you're a genius Allan! Now let's go."