Jazzy was staring out of her window when they came. Shambling out of the forest, limping up the hill. They made their way down said hill and stopped at the base of it, staring up at the old house with unseeing eyes. They were strange species, the lot of them. One's jaw was forced perpetually open, so it was constantly gaping. Another was missing his arms. One had no limbs at all, and was rolling.

It would've been comical if it wasn't so terrifying.

Jazzy blinked slowly. Once… twice. She then proceeded to scramble off of the window seat she had been lounging in and run down the stairs. She lived in an ancient old mansion, and that old house had a lot of stairs.

She finally made it down the stairs and locked the front door. She ran around her entire gigantic house, locking doors, shutting and locking windows, and gathering all of her pets. Since her parents were always away, they substituted their company for the company of animals.

When this frantic gathering was done, Jazzy looked over her work. The three kittens? Check. The five dogs? Check. The two mice? Check. The beta fish? Checkity-check-check.

The zombies breaking in?

Dear, God.

Check.