(Charlie finally reached his house with Frank's dead body on his back.)

Charlie: Made it.

(Charlie dropped Frank's body on the ground.)

Charlie: My back hurts so much and it's all thanks to you, Frank.

(Charlie points at Frank's body.)

Charlie: Oh yeah. I forgot you were dead.

(He looked at his house.)

Charlie: I wonder if anyone's in the house.

(Charlie walked in the house not knowing if anyone was there or not.

Charlie: DAD? IDIOT SISTER? IF YOU'RE IN HERE, I GOT SOME BAD NEWS FOR YOU.

(There was no response.)

Charlie: Is anybody here? Maybe they're in their rooms.

(Charlie searched the house, but no one was home.)

Charlie: Huh. I guess no one is home. Time to watch some TV.

(Just when Charlie turned on the TV, he saw a shadowy figure behind the shades of his window.)

Charlie: What was that?

(Charlie quickly ran outside.)

Charlie: What the heck was near my window?

(Charlie noticed that Frank's body was gone.)

Charlie: Wow! Somebody swung by and clean up Frank's body for me. This is awesome I'll have to thank the if I ever meet them.

(Charlie went back into the house and started to watch TV until he heard a loud thump.)

Charlie: Whoa! What was that?

(Charlie went into his kitchen and noticed the refrigerator door was open. He also noticed someone in his refrigerator.)

Charlie: Yo, who the hell are you and why don't you have shoes on?

(The refrigerator door closed. Charlie noticed the person in his house was none other than Frank himself.)

Charlie: FRANK!!!

Frank: What up, dude?

Charlie: I knew you weren't dead, dude.

Frank: You got it all wrong, bro. I am dead.

Charlie: For reals?!

Frank: Well, the living dead if you want to be specific.

Charlie: But how?

Frank: I don't know. Maybe it had something to do with that guy biting my neck.

Charlie: Oh yeah. But wait. Your neck looks fine to me.

Frank: I know, right? While you were carrying me, I felt the wound on my neck going away. Suddenly, the pain was gone. I think I have some sort of super regeneration type thing in my body that heals me rather quickly.

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Charlie: Let me get this straight. You're telling me that you knew I was carrying you?

Frank: Yep.

Charlie: And you didn't bother to tell me that you were OK?

Frank: Pretty much.

Charlie: Dude, are you serious?

Frank: Can you blame me? I was in so much pain.

Charlie: Yeah, but while I was carrying you, the pain went away which meant you were able to carry your own weight.

Frank: Yeah, so?

Charlie: Why didn't you tell me you were alright?

Frank: I didn't feel like walking.

Charlie: WHAT THE FUCK?!

Frank: You're not surprised that I healed so quickly from a wound that could've killed me or that did kill me?

Charlie: I can care less about that. My freaking back hurt because of you.

Frank: Dude, that’s messed up. That hurts...that hurts so much. The bite hurt as well. Thanks for asking by the way.

Charlie: You made me carry you.

Frank: For a reasonable cause. Anyway, how do you feel?

Charlie: I guess I'm good. What about you? You know...being dead and all?

Frank: I feel like eating.

(Frank started eating some food.)

Charlie: I meant, are you alright? Do you feel good?

Frank: Naw, dude. I feel...evil.

Charlie: Evil?

Frank: Yeah. I feel like killing people.

Charlie: You want to eat people?!

Frank: What?! No, dude. That's disgusting. I might be the living dead, but I have standards.

Charlie: So, you're going to kill go kill people rather than eat them?

Frank: That's what I feel like doing.

Charlie: What about me? Are you going to kill me?

Frank: I don't know. Are you going to run away?

Charlie: What if I say "Yes?"

Frank: Then I will kill you.

Charlie: What if I say "No?"

Frank: Then I'm going to sit here and continue eating this food while watching tv.

Charlie: Then I will not run away. Instead, I'm going to go use the bathroom for a moment. Be right back.

Frank: Alright. I'll be right here, bro.

(Charlie rushed to the bathroom and locked the door behind himself.)

Charlie: Holy shit. What to do? It's only a matter of time before he comes up here to see if I'm in here or not.

(Charlie then looked towards his bathroom window.)

Charlie: There’s only one thing to do.

(Meanwhile in the living room.)

Frank: Hahahahaha. I remember this episode. It's pretty funny.

(That's when Charlie ran pass Frank.)

Charlie: You're never going to catch me, sucker.

(Charlie jumped through his living room window causing the glass to break and then landing on the lawn of his house.)

Frank: Dude, what are you doing?

Charlie: ESCAPING!

Frank: Oh yeah?

Charlie: Well, yeah. That's why I jumped through the window.

(Frank starts to fly. He shoots off the ceiling of Charlie's house and lands on the roof.)

Charlie: Wh...What?! You can fly?!

Frank: Yeah. You didn't know?

Charlie: How the hell was I supposed to know that you could fly? You didn't show any signs of you learning how to.

Frank: It's the ability of the living dead. The thing is, I am the only one that can use this ability. All the

other focus on eating human flesh and tasting fresh blood. So, they are unable to focus on anything

else, let alone, flying.

Charlie: Wait! There are others?

Frank: Yep. Remember that guy at the park?

Charlie: ...oh shit!

Frank: Yep. He was one as well.

Charlie: How many of them are there?

Frank: Really don't know, but we can finally take over the country. Then after that, the world. Muahahahahahahahahahahaha!

Charlie: Even Canada?

Frank: OH GOD NO! That place sucks. Now, if you could excuse me, I have a country to kill.

Charlie: Hey, you get back here.

Frank: Why? So I can kill you?

Charlie: Ummm, no.

Frank: I thought you were going to run away.

Charlie: Not anymore.

Frank: Well, if you don't you'll get eaten by others.

Charlie: Oh man. What do I do? I'm freaking out.

Frank: I got an idea. How about becoming the living dead?

Charlie: What?

Frank: Yeah. If I bite you, you'll be able to turn into what I've become. You'll be able to fly as well.

Charlie: Flying does sound fun.

Frank: It is. See watch.

(Frank starts flying in circles above Charlie.)

Charlie: That looks awesome, but I think I want to keep my soul.

Frank: It's whatever. You'll eventually see things differently and then you'll be able to meet him.

Charlie: Him? Him who?

Frank: In due time, my friend. We'll see each other again. Until then, so long, sucker.

(Frank started to fly away, but then he saw a little dog barking.)

Dog: Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark!

Frank: Oh. Look at this, A little doggy.

(Frank went over towards the dog, picked it up, and ripped its head off its body and kicked the dog’s

head into space.)

Charlie: Oh my fucking gosh. That is the scariest fucking thing I have ever seen in my entire life.

Frank: Catch you later, broham.

(Frank flew away.)

Charlie: Frank is sick, but more importantly, how am I going to beat him? I need to find someone to

help me.

(Charlie then ran off into town.)