The story opened in a dream state with a seductive demon woman holding a scroll. She said, “The world you know is about to end, but if you sign this scroll, everything you’ve ever wanted in life can be yours. So what will it be? Wealth, fame, power? Or mass calamity and an ending to everything you know? You decide.”

The scene shifted to Von Fuller waking up from the dream, muttering, “What the fuck was that?”

He received a phone call on his pyramid-shaped phone sitting on the edge of his table. Answering, he heard Zaob on the other end say, “Yo Von! Where you at? You wasn’t in your bed?”

Von replied, “Yeah, my bad. I copped a hotel in the city last night.”

The scene switched to the streamer house where Zaob, Codi, and Marcus were sitting at a table in the kitchen.

Zaob said, “All good! I have a house meeting. Pull up! ASAP like.”

Von responded, “Alright bro, give me a few to get ready and I’ll be there.”

Codi face-palmed, saying, “Man, we’re always waiting on this dude.”

Zaob chuckled, “Haha, Godspeed bro.” After hanging up, he added, “Haha, that guy.”

Marcus asked, “Is he coming or what?”

Zaob replied, “Yeah, he said he’s gonna get ready and head this way.”

Codi scoffed, “Pff.”

Marcus inquired, “So what’s this big thing you’re wanting to talk about?”

Zaob responded, “Nah man, we gotta wait till everyone is here.”

The scene flashed over to Von. He rubbed his eyes, got ready, headed out the door, and hopped in his car. As he drove through some woods, there were weird shadows, but he didn’t pay attention to them. He arrived at the house and walked in.

Codi asked, “Bruh, where is this dude?”

Von replied, “I’m here. Calm your tits.”

Codi retorted, “Bruh, how you know I even have tits?”

Zaob, eating cereal, side-eyed Codi and spat Malik out of his mouth, making a funny face. “I feel like I’ve known that?” he said.

Codi looked at Zaob angrily, raising her fist at him.

Marcus asked, “So you’re a dude?”

Codi’s eyes turned red, her fist still raised. The scene showed Marcus and Zaob with fat lips, lumps on their heads, and tied up. It then flashed to Zaob, now untied and without wounds.

Zaob began, “Anyways! We’re all here now. So, before I get started, let me say I know how this is going to sound - ‘Zaob and his end of the world shit’ - but guys, listen, I had this crazy ass dream last night-”

He was interrupted by Von, “Wait, dream?”

Zaob continued, “Yeah, so this figure came to me and it’s talking about if-”

He was interrupted again by Marcus, “Sign some scroll?”

Everyone chimed in, “Then we can have everything we want?”

A very happy expression popped up on Zaob’s face, and he had star eyes. “You guys too?!” he exclaimed.

Suddenly, they heard three loud knocks at the door.

A mysterious stranger at the door yelled, “HELP!!!!”

Von, with a very scared look on his face, said, “Ok, so listen, we’ve all seen at least one scary movie, so we all know that this is a trap, right?”

Marcus and Codi agreed, “Definitely.”

Zaob, walking towards the door, said, “I’m gonna go check.”

Von, looking even more freaked out than before, pleaded, “Bro, listen, think rationally. When’s the last time someone screamed help at our door?!”

Zaob stopped with a blank yet concerned look on his face. “Yeah, you’re right… They’re probably scared!!! I should hurry!!” He started walking towards the door again, saying, “Coming!”

Codi and Von, with sweat dripping down their faces and very concerned looks in their eyes, screamed, “DON’T!”

Zaob opened the door and saw a barely dressed, well-proportioned woman of Hispanic origin. Blood squirted out of his nose, and his eyes narrowed in on her exceptionally large breasts.

The mysterious woman stood in the doorway, her barely-dressed form causing Zaob’s eyes to widen and blood to spurt from his nose. Codi, watching from behind, felt a mix of confusion and arousal. “She looks like my A.I. just fans alter ego,” Codi thought, her mind flashing to her online persona—an exact replica of the woman before them, except for green hair, piercings, and Codi’s own clothing.

Zaob, still transfixed, managed to stammer, “You… you gorgeous I mean your… I’m welcome.” His incoherence was cut short as Codi sprinted forward, yelling “MOVE!!!” She grabbed Zaob by the head and slammed it into the wall, blood splattering everywhere.

In an instant, Codi’s demeanor changed. She knelt before the mysterious woman, taking her hand gently. “Are you ok, queen?” she asked, her voice soft. The woman blushed, her eyes locked on Codi. Without hesitation, Codi removed her jacket and draped it over the woman’s shoulders. “You look cold. Take my jacket.”

As the mysterious woman accepted the offer, her blush deepening, Zaob sat on the ground, wiping blood from his nose. “Bro, what the fuck?” he muttered, his confusion evident.

The woman, now wrapped in Codi’s jacket, looked at them with tear-filled eyes. “Sorry to rush in like this,” she began, her voice trembling, “but I was at this yoga retreat on the other side of the forest and everything was fine until these… these… these…”

Von, his patience wearing thin, interrupted, “Dude, spit it out already!”

Codi’s fist shot up, her anger flaring. “Chill on her, bro!”

Zaob, still dazed, found himself pondering an entirely different question. “If they don’t have tits, why do they wear a bra?” he thought to himself.

The woman took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. “I’m sorry, it’s hard to explain. They’re like… these zombie-like things, but not zombies…”

At the mention of zombies, Zaob’s eyes lit up with excitement. Marcus, however, remained skeptical. “Wait a min? Zombies? Who’s broad is this?” he asked, eyeing the woman suspiciously.

Codi’s fist clenched tighter, her voice sharp as she defended the newcomer. “Hear her out, bruh!”

Tears streamed down Sierra’s face as she pleaded, “Take a look for yourself, but I’m not going back out there.”

Zaob, his enthusiasm undimmed, started towards the door. “I’ll go!”

Marcus rolled his eyes, exasperated. “No, you’re not. Chill, bro.”

Zaob’s face contorted into an exaggerated frown, reminiscent of Luffy from One Piece. “Pft*” he huffed.

Suddenly, a series of dings echoed through the room as everyone’s phones lit up with notifications. Zaob’s pyramid-shaped device flashed with alarming headlines: “family murdered,” “massacre,” “50 car pile-up.” His eyes widened with excitement once more, and he began tiptoeing towards the door.

Marcus, noticing Zaob’s attempt to sneak out, leapt into action. In a cartoonish display, he kicked Zaob square in the face. The scene shifted, and Zaob found himself with a swollen lip, tied up once again.

“Pft,” Zaob muttered, throwing a sidelong glance at his captors.

Codi turned her attention back to the window, her expression growing serious. “You guys get the alerts too?” she asked, her voice tinged with concern. The others gathered around, peering out at the unsettling scene beyond their sanctuary.

Through the glass, they witnessed a nightmarish tableau: shadows darting at inhuman speeds through the forest, smoke billowing from what appeared to be the city in the distance, and horrifying glimpses of decapitated bodies strewn about. Codi’s face fell into her hands. “She’s right. It’s fucking crazy out there,” she muttered, the weight of their situation settling heavily upon her shoulders.

The scene shifted to a top view of Sierra, now sitting on the ground, her posture defeated and small. “I told you…” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Codi’s gaze drifted down to Sierra, her eyes lingering on the woman’s ample chest. Clearing her throat, she asked, “What’s your name, love?”

The boys exchanged glances, mouthing “love?” under their breaths, their eyebrows raised in amusement and confusion.

“My name’s Sierra,” came the soft reply from the floor.

Suddenly, Von’s phone chimed again. He glanced down, his expression a mix of panic and excitement. “Mr. Animal is live right now!” he exclaimed. “And the title of his stream is ‘Safe House’!”

Sierra’s head snapped up, hope rekindling in her eyes. “If that is real, we have to go!”

She looked up at Codi, who was still staring at her, seemingly transfixed. Codi blinked, coming back to herself. “Yeah, but let’s put it on the TV so we can watch it.”

Zaob, still slightly annoyed and restrained, muttered under his breath, “Who even are you?” His comment earned him another threatening fist raise from Codi.

Von quickly cast his phone screen to the large TV in the living room. The image of a casually dressed Mr. Animal appeared, his expression oddly calm given the circumstances.

“What’s up, YouTube!” Mr. Animal began, his voice filling the room. “So, I know everyone has seen what’s going on around the world, and let me start off by saying my prayers go out to the loved ones of the people who have already lost their lives… I’ve decided that I’m going to open my island up as a safe haven for anyone that watches my streams.”

As the others sat transfixed by the broadcast, Zaob, who had been standing behind the couch, began to make his quiet exit.

Sierra’s face lit up with pure relief. “We totally have to find this island!”

Codi, still sitting practically on top of her, nodded enthusiastically. “I totally agree.”

Marcus glanced at Codi, rolling his eyes and face-palming at her obvious infatuation.

Suddenly, the sound of honking erupted from outside. Everyone rushed to the door, their jaws dropping at the sight before them. Amidst a sea of lifeless, hacked-up bodies sat Zaob in a monstrous war machine of a truck, screaming at the top of his lungs, “Hurry up! We ain’t got all day!”

Marcus couldn’t help but look impressed. “I guess he finally found a use for that thing.”

Sierra’s eyes widened, a mix of awe and hope crossing her features. “Whoa!”

Codi, however, merely looked annoyed. “Show off,” she muttered, rolling her eyes.

Without further hesitation, everyone piled into the truck. Tires screeching, Zaob pulled away from the house, leaving behind the only home they had ever known and hurtling towards an uncertain future on Mr. Animal’s mysterious island.

As the truck roared down the road, Zaob grabbed an intercom mic, his voice taking on a pirate-like quality. “Hello everyone, this is your captain speaking,” he announced. “If you look under the seat below you, I have personally hand-picked a bag for each of you all containing a weapon I figured you’d be best with, a medical kit, water, water filtration straws, MREs, fire starters, paracord, and a knife. Also, Sierra, there is an extra bag up under your seat I had packed just in case we picked up any passengers and an extra bag just in case you don’t want to shoot a 45.”

The group eagerly grabbed their bags, rummaging through the contents. Sierra, however, seemed overwhelmed by the items. She gingerly picked up the unloaded 45 by the handle, a look of disgust crossing her face. “Ummm… what. What other weapons are there?” she asked hesitantly.

Zaob glanced at her through the rearview mirror, a smirk playing on his lips. “A 50 cal sniper rifle,” he replied, clearly fishing for validation.

Sierra, trying to act as if she knew what that meant, nodded. “Ummm, I suppose I’ll take that.”

“Good choice!” Zaob grinned, pointing towards the bed of the truck. “It’s back there, so ya gonna have to use the 45 for now. Hahah!”

The others continued exploring their assigned weapons. Von pulled out a bow and some arrows, his face lighting up. “Nice, a bow and arrow. Thanks, bro!”

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Codi extracted a shotgun from her bag, her expression less enthusiastic. “Really, a shotgun? I guess…”

Marcus, however, was clearly impressed with his find. “Nice, bro! These are dope,” he exclaimed, admiring two katanas. “Full tang, 1065 high carbon steel. These must have cost a fortune.”

Zaob basked in the praise, his eyes closed as he nodded. “Mhm, well, the channel has been doing pretty good-” His words were cut short as the truck suddenly swerved off the road, his closed eyes having caused him to lose control. Everyone in the car panicked as Zaob jerked the wheel, bringing them back onto the road with a cartoonish yell. Then, as if nothing had happened, he continued, “Yeah, each one cost-”

His sentence was once again interrupted, this time by an angry Codi punching him in the back of the head. Zaob’s face contorted into a comical expression, eyes bugging out and lips puckered.

“Don’t act like nothing just happened!” Codi shouted. “You could’ve killed us!”

Zaob brushed it off with a laugh. “But did you die?” he quipped.

Codi turned her attention to comforting Sierra in the seat beside her. “Sorry, love. Men, am I right?” she said with a smirk.

Sierra nervously chuckled. “Ha, yeah…”

Zaob, who had been watching Codi’s interactions with Sierra, couldn’t resist a jab. “Sierra, did you know that Codi didn’t have tits?”

The boys erupted in laughter as Codi pulled her drawstring, engulfing her face in her hood until only her nose was visible. She lifted her legs and kicked the back of Zaob’s seat three times in rapid succession. “Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!”

Zaob’s head bounced off the steering wheel in cartoon fashion with each kick, eliciting more laughter from the boys. Even Sierra couldn’t suppress a quiet chuckle, quickly looking away to hide her amusement.

As time passed on their journey, the group’s laughter faded into an uneasy silence. Suddenly, they noticed a disturbing sight: a large stack of bodies lying next to a man who seemed to be in a trance-like state. Without warning, Zaob brought the truck to a halt.

Marcus, alarmed, exclaimed, “Bro, what the fuck are you doing?”

Von chimed in, his voice tinged with fear, “Yeah, we definitely shouldn’t be stopping here. Look how many people this guy just took out.”

Zaob, his curiosity piqued, replied, “I just gotta check something.” Before anyone could protest further, he hopped out of the car and started walking towards the unknown stranger.

Codi rolled down the window, yelling after him, “Get your ass back here!”

Ignoring her, Zaob approached the stranger, who had now noticed his presence. “What’s up, dude? Are you alright?” Zaob called out.

Without warning, the stranger, in a full frenzy, violently swung at Zaob with everything he had. Zaob managed to dodge most of the hits, but a right hook caught him square on the chin, sending blood flying from his mouth. Zaob evaded and moved away, wiping the blood from his lips.

“Damn, that was a good shot,” Zaob remarked, a hint of admiration in his voice. “I guess you’re asleep. But it’s time to wake up!”

Zaob reared back and threw his entire body into a right hook of his own. The punch connected, knocking the unknown stranger to the ground. As if snapping out of a spell, the stranger looked up with confusion, asking, “What happened?”

Zaob extended his hand to help him up. “You threw a clean ass right, that’s what happened! Had I taken any more of those, I’d probably be in that pile of bodies you have over there.” He gestured towards the gruesome scene nearby.

The stranger, still dazed, took Zaob’s hand and got to his feet. “You’re telling me that was all me?” he asked, his voice filled with disbelief and horror.

Zaob chuckled, “Well, I don’t see anyone else here, do you?”

“Well, I guess not,” the stranger replied, embarrassment creeping into his tone.

“Yeah, dude! You’re strong as hell!” Zaob exclaimed, his excitement evident.

The stranger, perplexed by Zaob’s reaction, asked, “What? You’re not freaked out or mad that I hit you?”

“Not at all! That was a nice hit!” Zaob grinned. “So, what’s your name, bro?”

“Well, I don’t have a name,” the stranger explained. “No one knew where I was from, but the orphanage gave me the name Blink.”

“I can definitely see that!” Zaob replied enthusiastically. “I blin-”

In that moment, Zaob blinked, and when he opened his eyes, Blink had vanished. Confused, Zaob looked around, asking, “Where did he go?”

Suddenly, Blink tapped Zaob on the shoulder from behind. Zaob spun around, startled.

“That’s why,” Blink said simply.

Zaob’s eyes lit up with excitement, and he began to fanboy. “That’s so coooooooooollll!!!”

As Zaob marveled at Blink’s ability, Marcus appeared behind them, his katanas drawn and pointed at Blink’s back. “Is everything okay here?” he asked, his voice tense.

Blink side-eyed Marcus, thinking to himself, “He’s lucky my attention wasn’t on him.”

Zaob, oblivious to the tension, exclaimed, “Yeah, we’re all good! This is my new friend Blink! He’s gonna be coming with us!”

Blink looked over at Zaob with a mixture of confusion and amusement. “What the hell? I never said-”

Before Blink could finish his protest, Zaob interrupted him, yelling towards the truck, “Hey Sierra, you can give the 45 to Blink!”

Marcus, still wary but willing to trust Zaob’s judgment, lowered his swords. “Welcome aboard, bro. You can take the front seat if you want. I’ll take the truck bed.”

Blink, caught off guard by the sudden hospitality, protested, “What the hell! I never said I was going anywhere with you. I have to find my brother on Mr. Animal’s island!”

Zaob’s face lit up as he put his arm around Blink. “Well, lucky for you, that’s exactly where we’re going!”

Trying to hide his relief, Blink reluctantly agreed, “I suppose I’ll go with you, but only to find my broth-” His sentence was cut short as he suddenly fell asleep, snoring loudly.

Zaob and Marcus exchanged bewildered looks. “Bro, wtf?! Did you just fall asleep?” Zaob asked incredulously.

Marcus shook his head, “Dude is weird af.”

Just as abruptly, Blink snapped awake, sniffing. “Sorry, I’ve been walking all day. I haven’t slept in two. I might be a little exhausted,” he explained, embarrassment tinging his voice.

Marcus face-palmed. “This guy…”

Zaob, unfazed by Blink’s peculiarities, exclaimed, “Well, you can nap in the ship!”

Marcus and Blink looked at each other, confused. “Ship?”

The scene flashed to the truck, then back to Marcus and Blink’s perplexed expressions. From the driver’s seat, Zaob called out, “All aboard!”

As Marcus and Blink made their way to the truck, Marcus hopped in the back and sat in lotus position, beginning to meditate with the swords in his lap. Blink climbed into the front seat, and Sierra nervously handed him the 45 by the handle, as if disgusted by it.

Blink reached for the gun, saying, “Thank yuuuu-” before falling asleep mid-handoff, snoring with a snot bubble coming out of his nose.

Zaob burst into laughter. “Hahahahaha, this guy’s hilarious!”

Suddenly, Zaob’s stomach growled loudly. With a sick yet defeated look on his face, he whined, “Oh yeah, I forgot we haven’t eaten anything.” He pouted, adding, “We need to get some foood.”

The snot bubble popped, and Blink snapped awake. “Food?!” he exclaimed.

The whole car, except for Codi who looked super annoyed, burst out laughing at Blink’s sudden awakening.

As they continued down the road, Zaob spotted an abandoned restaurant. Without warning, he slammed on the brakes, hopped out of the truck, and ran at full sprint inside, yelling, “Foooooooddddddd!”

Back in the truck, Von nervously commented, “We gotta stop stopping in random locations. This is what you have to get used to.” He looked to the front seat, only to find Blink had disappeared again. “And where the fuck did this guy go?” Von asked, obviously very annoyed. “Why does no one seem to care that the world is ending!”

Sierra, amused by the group’s antics, chuckled. “Haha, I think they’re kinda funny.”

Codi just side-eyed out the window, muttering, “Pft.”

Marcus, deciding to join the food raid, said, “I guess I can go for some food.” He gracefully hopped out of the truck bed and walked into the restaurant, where he found Blink and Zaob raiding the back, eating steaks and sides. He began to join in.

Some moments later, they all walked back out, stuffed from their impromptu feast. Zaob let out a huge burp that rattled the truck as they climbed back inside.

Von sighed with relief. “About time.”

As they continued driving down the coast, Codi spotted something in the distance. “There it is!” she exclaimed.

Sierra, excited, climbed over Codi, her chest pressing against Codi’s face as she looked out the window. “Where?!”

Codi’s face reddened, a little blood leaking from her nose, but she was obviously enjoying every minute of it.

Sierra pointed, “She’s right! Take a left!”

Zaob squealed the tires as he made a sharp turn, and they made their way down to the beach. They stopped at the shore, all piling out to gaze at the ocean. From here, they could see the blimp much closer.

Sierra, her voice filled with hope, said, “That’s gotta be it! But how are we gonna get there?”

Codi, trying to sound confident, began, “Trust me, we’ll find a way, doll. Leave it to m-”

She was interrupted by Zaob yelling, “Found a boat!”

Codi looked over to see Zaob already down by the water, inside a small fishing boat, pretending to steer a helm from a ship.

“FUCK!” Codi exclaimed in frustration.

Zaob, fully in character, called out, “Ahoy, mateys! Treasure island is within view, ya salty dogs!”

Sierra, caught up in the excitement, jumped in the air and ran towards the boat, shouting, “Yay!”

The rest of the group started heading towards the boat, with Codi dragging behind, making a pouty, annoyed face.

As the group approached the small fishing boat, Von’s anxiety began to surface. “Are all of us gonna fit in this tiny ass thing?” he asked, his voice trembling. “What if we sink before we even make it to Mr. Animal’s island?” His panic escalated as he continued, “World’s ending and we get swallowed by a whale!” He was now in full-on freak-out mode.

Marcus, trying to calm him down, said, “Dude, stop being such a tit. We’ll be fine.”

Von, still sobbing, retorted, “Says you! You can probably swim, Mr. All-American!”

Zaob, ever the optimist, chimed in, “Well, you’re welcome to stay put. But I’m going. I bet he has all kinds of food there!”

Codi, exasperated, asked, “Dude, food? Seriously? You guys literally just ate?”

Zaob shrugged, “Well, finding this boat took a lot of energy.”

Blink, confused, pointed out, “Didn’t you just walk up to it?”

“Shhhhhh,” Zaob hushed him. “Anyways, I call captain’s seat!”

They all piled into the small boat, practically sitting on top of each other. Codi didn’t seem to mind, as Sierra was right on her lap. As they set sail, the water came dangerously close to the lip of the boat.

Von, looking over the edge and freaking out, began biting his nails. Suddenly, he noticed big sea beasts swimming through the ocean. In a panic, he hopped on top of Marcus, who promptly tossed Von overboard, screaming, “Get off of me!”

Von barely touched the water before catching himself on the edge of the boat and scrambling back to his spot, shaking like a wet cat. “Marcus, I said I couldn’t swim!” he yelled, his voice quivering.

Zaob was laughing hysterically, and the others were giggling too. “You look like a wet cat!” Zaob teased between fits of laughter.

“Shut up!” Von snapped back.

Blink, noticing the sea creatures, commented, “Dude, those are some big ass creatures. But they don’t seem too worried about us. I wonder why?”

Marcus nodded, “Yeah, you’re right. That is weird.”

Zaob, his mind immediately going to food, said, “Yeah, that one there looks like a big octopus. Mmmmm, I wonder if it tastes like calamari.” His mouth started to drool at the thought.

Codi rolled her eyes, “All you think about is food.”

Zaob grinned, “I love food,” kicking his feet in childlike glee.

As time passed, they finally made it to the island. They were greeted by a very beautiful, well-proportioned dark-skinned lady who obviously took a lot of pride in her appearance. She wore a very revealing dress and introduced herself, “Welcome to Mr. Animal’s island. My name is Cleo. I’ll be your guide. Follow me, please.”

As Cleo began to walk away, her figure on full display, Marcus and Zaob exchanged glances and said in unison, “Sounds easy enough,” their faces sporting comical smirks.

Cleo continued her tour, “To your right, you’ll see the outside fire pit and the volleyball court. Careful though, the boys play rough.” She gestured to the left, “And over here, you’ll see the outside theatre with the comfy little in-ground lounge area.”

Sierra, overwhelmed by the luxury, exclaimed, “Wow! This is all so beautiful!”

Cleo smiled and went on, “And up this way is the main mansion. As soon as you walk in through the double doors, immediately to your left is an all-you-can-eat buffet.”

Zaob’s eyes turned into stars again. “BUFFET?!” he shouted in excitement.

Cleo nodded, “And immediately to the right, there is an all-you-can-drink bar. I hope everyone is 21?”

“BOOZE?!” Zaob exclaimed, his excitement reaching new heights.

Unable to contain himself any longer, Zaob rushed through the line of people waiting at the door, darting back and forth between the buffet and the bar.

Marcus face-palmed, letting out a sigh. “Dude… we can never take this man anywhere.”

Codi muttered, “So annoying.”

Sierra’s eyes lit up as she heard her favorite song playing. “OMG! They’re playing my favorite song! Let’s go!” she exclaimed, grabbing Codi by the arm and pulling her inside. They found the dance floor and an opening in the wall. Sierra immediately started twerking on Codi, who fell into a love-struck trance, her eyes looking loopy with a silly smile and drool coming out of her mouth.

Meanwhile, Von caught a whiff of a strange, sweet scent. His eyes locked onto an oddly dressed girl standing alone on the dance floor, awkwardly swaying to the beat. “Actually, scratch that, bro. You’re on your own,” Von said to Marcus, making his way towards the mysterious girl.

Marcus leaned against the entrance, arms crossed, analyzing everyone in the room. “Pathetic,” he muttered under his breath.

Zaob, still chugging booze, bumped into a very beautiful fat-bottom blonde woman with hair sweeping down by her dirty bare feet. She stopped and said, “Slow down! You’re going to drink it all!”

Zaob retorted, “Shut up! You’re drinking just as much as I am!”

They both continued to chug their drinks while competitively staring at each other aggressively.

Von awkwardly approached the mysterious girl and softly said, “You…”

The mystery girl abruptly interrupted him and got uncomfortably close to his ear, saying, “I’m what.”

Von started sweating, an extremely nervous yet aroused look taking over his face. “You…” he tried again.

She interrupted him again and pushed closer to him. He could feel her big soft breasts against his arm now. His face turned a bright red, and he yelled out a very awkward scream, “You smell nice!”

“Thank you!” she screamed, grabbing his arm and reenacting the scene of Codi and Sierra. The girl, who introduced herself as Label, went to the empty spot beside Codi and tossed Von against the wall, starting to aggressively twerk on him as well. Both Codi and Von were making the same silly face.

Meanwhile, Blink was going door to door in the mansion, calling out, “Usma! Usma! Where is he?” He continued down the long hall, still searching. “Usma! Usma! While I’m thinking about it, where is Mr. Animal? I’ve looked through almost every door in this place, scanned every room, and there’s no trace of either of them.”

Back at the entrance, Marcus was approached by someone who looked exactly like him. “What’s up, twin!” the newcomer said.

Marcus replied, “Bro! What’s up? I thought you’d be dead by now, haha.”

The twin, introducing himself as Dominic, smirked, “No faith in your twin, huh? I mean, you survived, and we’re practically the same person.”

Marcus chuckled, “Yeah, you know I never doubted you for a moment.”

Dominic playfully jabbed, “Yeah, yeah, just stay on your Ps and Qs. Don’t want anything happening to my little brother.”

Marcus protested, “Not that shit again. I came out 2 mins after you?”

Dominic laughed, “Listen to you, always arguing about semantics. Haha, whatever, enjoy the party.” He walked away, leaving Marcus to continue his vigilant observation of the increasingly chaotic scene.

The party at Mr. Animal’s island had taken a chaotic turn. Zaob and Gaia’s drinking contest had reached its climax, with Gaia finally admitting defeat.

“Ok, ok, you win. I can’t drink anymore,” Gaia slurred, her eyes unfocused.

Zaob, ever the enthusiast, wasn’t ready to end their competition. “Wait! Don’t tap out yet! I’ll show you a trick!” He grabbed her hand and dragged her to the buffet. Before Gaia could protest, Zaob shoved a handful of food into her mouth.

“What the hell!” Gaia screamed after swallowing, her eyes wide with shock.

Zaob’s face split into a wide grin. “Seeee, you’re not drunk anymore, right?”

To both their surprise, Gaia matched his smile. “Hey, you’re right!”

Encouraged by his success, Zaob stuffed his own mouth with food and rushed back to the bar, Gaia hot on his heels.

Meanwhile, Von and his new acquaintance were lost in their own world on the dance floor, oblivious to Marcus’s disapproving glances. Blink’s desperate cries for his brother Usma echoed through the mansion, a stark contrast to the revelry around him.

Time passed, and Zaob found himself waddling to the bathroom, his stomach distended from the excess of food and drink. After 30 mins went by he stared at his reflection in the mirror, a sense of contentment washed over him.

“You know, I thought this was going to end badly,” he mused to himself. “I had planned for everything to be going to shit right now. But honestly, this is the most fun I’ve had in a long time.”

His moment of reflection was shattered by the sound of distant moans seeping through the bathroom door. Confused, Zaob opened the door, only to be confronted by a scene of utter carnage. People were being slaughtered before his eyes.

“WTF!” he exclaimed, his mind struggling to process the sudden shift from party to nightmare.

Instinct took over as Zaob rushed to Gaia’s side, his axes materializing in his hands as he began to decapitate the demonic entities that had invaded their sanctuary.

Across the room, Marcus stood protectively in front of his twin brother, his katanas slicing through demons with deadly precision. Codi had positioned herself over Sierra, her shotgun blasting away any threat that dared approach them.

Von found himself in a peculiar situation. The girl he had been dancing with, Label, had disappeared, replaced by a muscular man with the same scent and clothing. This new figure was tearing through demons with bare hands, leaving Von to wonder, “Wait, is she?”

Amidst the chaos, Blink continued his frantic search for Usma, his wooden sword connecting with demon after demon as he pushed through the melee.

Zaob, still gripping Gaia’s arm, attempted to make his way to Codi and Sierra. Their path was blocked by two demons, but a more pressing danger caught his eye. A demon had pinned Sierra to the ground, its jaws inching closer to her face as she struggled to hold it back.

“Codi!” Zaob cried out, his face etched with worry.

Codi aimed her shotgun at the demon threatening Sierra, but hesitation clouded her features. The fear of hitting Sierra paralyzed her, the shotgun wavering in her grip.

As if in slow motion, the world around them blurred. Marcus’s voice cut through the haze, a desperate command:

“Take the shot!”

In that instant, darkness engulfed everything. The sound of a gunshot pierced the silence, leaving the fate of Sierra and the others hanging in a moment of terrifying uncertainty.