As the door slammed shut I knew something was wrong. I went downstairs to see what it was. “What’s wrong” I asked. “There…is…a…zombie…apocalypse” panted Bob. “I have an idea follow me” I replied. “You know Dad used to be in the army and has a lot of guns hidden behind his book shelf” I said. “Did he show you that?” asked Bob. As I pulled open the secret bookshelf, I revealed a small room full of guns and grenades. “Get geared up and let’s take them down” I said as I busted in to get kitted up “Alright, lets fight those Zombies” said Bob.