What if… Zombie apocalypse?

-Okay, the food will last us long enough I think. – Leo said and Ave nodded.

-AHAHHAHAHA, I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS DAY! COME AT ME, COWARDS! – Georgio exclaimed with a kitched knife in each hand, running towards the door. Ave and Leo were equally struck surprised. Leo ran towards him to hold him back. Ave was laughing her heart out, tears running down her cheeks, clenching her stomach.

-No, no, let him be. – She patted Leo’s shoulder. – The food will last us longer. - She said with a smirk. Leo looked at her sternly before shifting his attention back to Georgio whom was begging to fight zombies. Leo was getting tired, his muscles were giving up on him, so were his nerves.

-Forgive me, my friend. – Leo muttered and hit Georgio on the neck unconscious. Ave laughed again, to the point she were incapable to breathe.

 Leo stood in the middle of the dark room (once the respected kitchen of the mansion) with his tied up friend on the left and a dying from hysterical laughter on the right. He was completely disappointed of humanity.

He went to the door himself, attempting to go outside but before he knew it Ave and an untied Georgio(??) stood before it, preventing him from leaving. They had a weird bright glow in their eyes. Leo sighed in defeat.