“Sala Behenchod, I told you we shouldn’t have come here. I mean, seriously! Who comes to a deserted island for a rave party?” Bunny complained, trudging through the damp grass with his three companions.

“Oye, chup kar! Plus, it’s not my fault. Luv’s the one who dragged us all the way here to come to this stupid drug handout,” Hardik retorted, still gripping the big stick in his hand, which now had a blood-soaked tip.

“Woah, woah, woah,” Luv said, not liking the turn of the blame onto him. “me? Hardik, you’re literally the one who convinced me to come here because you were drooling over Luna! Which reminds me— Luna’s the one who invited us,” He spat. All eyes went to Luna.

“So you’re blaming me, now? How was I supposed to know there’d be zombies?!” Luna complained, her hand raised to try and wipe some blood off her neck.

“People. I promise that if you guys shut up, I’ll give you a lollipop if we get back to safe territory.” Boris said, who was silent the whole time. He held two small pistols in both hands, a speck of blood on his dyed blond hair.

“Really?” Bunny asked, hopefully. “Abbey— nahi, yaar! Just shut up!” Boris snapped, causing Bunny to yelp slightly.

This trip to Goa was not at all going as planned. The three best friends— Hardik, Luv and Bunny— had come here for a presentation that Bunny had to give for work. It was supposed to be their life’s “relaxing break”.

Sala, ye kis tarah ka break hai?!

Luv had finally gotten in contact with a new girl, Luna, and got all his friends to come to this party, and then when they wake up from that wild night, they find that there are hundreds of flesh-eating zombies who want to have a little nibble of their intestines. Wonderful!

They managed to escape alive, and then they found Luna in a cabin, and then Boris found them— being the only one who seems to know what he’s doing.

The group paused in their tracks, upon a gesture from Boris. He saw a zombie in front of them, slowly trudging forward— it didn’t seem to notice the tasty food behind it, thankfully.

Boris was about to shoot, but before he even held up the pistol, blood splurged out of the zombie’s temple, and it fell to the ground, it’s blood and flesh covered mouth facing upwards.

Hardik blinked, eyes trailing to Boris. “…Did you just shoot out of your—”

“No!” Boris snapped. Everyone focused again when they heard a leaf crunch.

And then they looked forward and saw you, standing next to the dead (or I guess double dead?) zombie, gun in hand.