[ WP ] While in the shower after a one night stand , the dead rise . Chronicle your characters fight for both their life and their misplaced clothes

`` Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.'' Seth screamed, rolling across the his date. The creature, rotting, reeking, and wrathful, spilled through the window with more spilling in after it. 
 
 `` Stop saying shit and find my pants.'' She screamed, taking up a lamp and bashing in the head of the first zombie to reach for her. 
 
 `` Shit. Shit. Shit.'' He cried, pulling on a pan leg that was far to small for his leg. `` Shit. Shit. Shit.'' He cried, falling backward into the closet and stripping off her pants with some difficulty. He threw them at her, but they missed and hit the next zombie in line across the face. He froze in place as if confused and slowly turned left and right as if seeking a source of light to follow. 
 
 She gripped the lamp like a baseball bat and swung it at his head with all her might. It exploded in a hundred pieces and as the zombie fell, she snatched the pants from his face. `` Get the fuck up.'' She cried, tripping backward over Seth's legs. 
 
 `` I'm trying,'' he shouted, standing up in the closet only to become tangled with the clothes she had hanging there. 
 
 `` Try harder,'' she screamed, pulling her pants on as a zombie came tumbling down on top of her. Seth came out of the closet screaming and kicked the creature in the head with all his might. The zombie did n't go anywhere, but its head was suddenly twisted off to the other side at an unnatural angle. 
 
 `` Thanks.'' She shouted, shoving the disoriented zombie off her. 
 
 `` Having fun yet?'' He cried, leaping the zombie. 
 
 `` Fuck you.'' She shouted, coming to her feet. The next zombie in line grabbed her breast by accident. She screamed in terror. Seth grabbed the baseball bat she kept just inside the door and came back at the zombie, slamming the bat down on its arms. She screamed again. 
 
 `` You okay?'' He shouted, bringing the bat down on its head next. 
 
 `` Fuck now. He gave me a titty twister,'' She exclaimed, rushing to the door and ripping it open. 
 
 `` Wait?'' He shouted, staring down at his dangling penis. `` Find my pants.'' He told her, rushing at the next zombie in line. She kept going. `` Bitch!'' He hammered at the zombies for almost an hour, until they finally stopped flooding through the window into her room. He collapsed on the floor sobbing with exhaustion and saw his pants under the edge of the bed along with his shirt. He quickly retrieved them, and slipped them on. 
 
 When he went into the next room in search of something to drink, he found her sitting on a bar stool, holding butcher's knife. 
 
 `` They're dead.'' He informed her offhandedly. 
 
 She smacke dher leg gently with the side of the blade and pursed her lips thoughtfully. 
 
 `` What?'' He snapped. 
 
 `` Does all this danger make you kind of... I do n't know. Horny?'' He opened the cranberry juice and guzzled it. 
 
 `` Nope.'' He told her, dropping the bat. He strolled past her and out the door, never looking back. 
 
 

