The sailboat skimmed across the blue waters, and three figures emerge. One in a white suit with a red tie, with black skin, scans the area, His Uzi swinging about. A noticable bandage is around his leg. "No zombies so far, looking good." Another figure, wearing a biker jacket, reels in a fishing rod, with a rather large fish on the line. "Ah, shut up louis. You KNOW there are going to be zombies on the island." He takes it off, tossing it to the last figure, with long, brown hair that goes down to the neckline of her red jacket, with white stripes on the side. She catches it, putting it in a jar. "Shut up francis. Zombies can't swim, and on the island we're headed to, there isn't any known hotel or town." "Yeah, you tell him zoey." Louis says, smirking.
"Shut up. Hey, there's something on the horizon..." He looks and sees...
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