Just as Kayla was starting to get aroused by the licking of her new zombie friend, it sits up and sniffs off into the distance. Then, a flaming projectile hits it square in the face from a distance, sending the zombie reeling off Kayla and in obvious pain. The zombie walks away from the scene, attempting to flee from whatever hit it. A boy in an indian costume then comes running towards Kayla.
"Are you ok?" he asks, offering her a hand up. "Did he hurt you?"
"No, I'm fine, thanks," Kayla replied, accepting his hand and was pulled up. "All he did was lick my feet."
The boy nodded. "Yeah, they do that here. It starts with one, but then more come and then it becomes impossible to escape. Trust me, that's not a pretty sight."
Kayla's stomach dropped. "Well, thanks for rescuing me."
Her savior smiled. "I'm Donnie, who are you?"
"Kayla", the costumed princess said.
"Well Kayla, I know a place you can stay where you'll be safe," Donnie offers.
"Safe from what?" Kayla asked as she puts her shoes on again,
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