[ EU ] Your favourite childhood franchise/story/show in a zombie apocalypse .

Noah and Ally stared up at the stoplight as it changed from yellow, to red, to green. They lay in the street, arms and legs splayed out on the pavement. 
 
 `` This is ridiculous,'' Ally reiterated. She had been coaxed down by Noah's patronizing tone and was now starting to get paranoid of oncoming cars. `` Wo n't we get run over?'' 
 
 `` Just trust. You have a problem with that,'' Noah said, giving her a sidelong glance. He settled into the street as one would settle into a down mattress. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, looking exceptionally comfortable. 
 
 Ally closed her eyes too, smiling to herself. *This is fun. He's fun. * 
 
 They talked for several minutes, almost forgetting they were laying i nthe middle of the street. 
 
 `` So what do you like to do for fun? You know, for you,'' Noah asked, already expecting the answer Ally was about to give. 
 
 `` I like to paint,'' she said, catching him off guard. She immediately felt a strong sense of melancholy, and was about to voice her displeasure with having not painted in several years, when Noah sat up, a strange look on his face. 
 
 `` What's wrong?'' Ally asked, propping herself up on her elbows. She looked around, but there were no cars in sight. 
 
 `` Is it strange to you that there are no cars on the road?'' Noah asked, after a brief pause. He stared off down the street infront of them, squinting into the dark. 
 
 `` Well, I suppose,'' she said, following his eyes. She stood up slowly, brushing gravel off her flowered dress. `` It is pretty late though.'' 
 
 `` I guess you're right,'' Noah offered, standing up as well. He fixed the orientation of his pants, however never taking his eyes off the enveloping darkness of the road ahead. With a creeping feeling that something was n't quite right, he sauntered back to the sidewalk. `` Let's go,'' he said, putting a hand on the small of Ally's back, guiding her towards home. 
 
 After a small trek through downtown, Ally began to question if Noah might be on to something. The entire square was empty. It might have been late, but there were always late-night stragglers traipsing through downtown on their way to somewhere. This night, however, there was no one to be seen. 
 
 `` I'm going to look into the theater ticket booth,'' Noah said suddenly, walking across the street with purpose. Ally stood under the streetlight and waited, watching him poke his head around the corner into the booth. While she waited, she leaned down to buckle the clasps in her heels. She had unclasped them when she laid down, so as not to cause any blisters when they pressed into her skin at a weird angle. She heard footsteps approach at a languid walk. She assumed Noah was distracted with their abnormal surrounding and stood up to mention her shoes. The face she looked into, however, was not that of Noah. It was n't really human at all, to be honest, and she knew it. Deep down, a pang of dread started simmering in her very core. 
 
 The person, or rather *thing*, in question was a tall male. He wore business attire: dark suit, red tie, and polished loafers. The difference between him and an average human was the pallor of his skin and the way his jaw hung off his face in a gruesome display, the back of his throat highly visible. Blood dripped down the front of his white Oxford, and it was not entirely clear if it was his own or someone else's. His skin took on an otherworldly shade of green and his hair was ripped out in chunks, leaving patches of exposed scalp. 
 
 All of these observations were made a split second before Ally screamed and began running in Noah's direction. She last saw him entering the ticket booth. 
 
 When she got there, she saw him crouched down over the body of a male wearing typical Theater Attendee attire. She opened her mouth to speak, but Noah turned his head toward her, and she knew it was too late. His skin had taken on a tint of green, blood dripping from his jugular. His eyes were wide with terror as he stared into Ally's face. 
 
 `` He... he bit me,'' Noah whispered. 
 
 His eyes started to fade into pools of black. Ally heard a whispered, wheezing laugh, and she turned to see the face of the theater attendee looking at her, too. In her terror, she did n't notice the other body in the room with them. Or the fact that the stomach was ripped out, entrails spewing out and onto the floor. 
 
 Ally willed her legs to move, but adrenaline had not kicked in yet. She was overcome with revulsion and fright, frozen in place, Noah's eyes growing ever darker. 
 
 `` Ally... help me,'' Noah said, struggling to stand. Blood gurgled out of the wound on his neck. It squirted out and hit Ally on the foot and she shrieked, shrinking back towards the door. Noah managed a slow crawl in her direction, his hands balling up into a rigor mortis-like state. 
 
 Suddenly, he stopped, frozen in place, his head turned downward, facing the floor. After a brief moment, he craned his neck up in an anatomically impossible way, staring up at Ally. He wore an expression of malice mixed with ecstasy. His mouth formed a gruesome smile as blood dripped from his lips. 
 
 Ally turned and ran.
