Right as JW, Lep and Sax were about to enter into another argument about purely insignificant matters that, in all honesty, have absolutely nothing to do with the movement of the plot, a shuffling behind the trio caught their attention.

“What is it?” asked Sax, drawing his towel.

“I think it’s…” hissed Lep, springing to his feet.

“Oo, this should be exciting!” JW clapped and began to hover three feet above the ground cross-legged.

“Oh, hi, Zif. Look, guys,” said Sax. “It’s Zif! Hey, Zif, Lep said that you were dead. You don’t look so good.”

“Sax, you imbecile! He is dead!”

Zif’s walking, grunting, rotting corpse shuffled closer, bringing with him a legion of the undead behind him.

“How convenient,” said Sax.

“Do not worry, young Sax, our God will save us,” said Lep.

“Yeah, we’re fucked,” said JW.

DAS ENDE