Ụ̡͚̝̯͉̈͆̄ͯ͑̀̕ͅu̵̯̞̤̐͐ͩ̇͝ũ̆͗͏̛͇͙̼̹̥̳̕û͚͙̩͖̭͓̩̞͋ͯ͒ͯ̉̌ǵ̼̮͚͍n͙̭͌ͯ́ͭͨ̓͋̚<br/><br/>"Shit!" Donny shot up and pumped his head against the bumper of his car. He had went to his car to pick up his baseball gear when... Something happened. He didn't know. He just knew one moment he was opening the car, next thing he knew he was on the ground. Uncomfortable.<br/><br/>Donny rubbed the spot his head hit, but somehow it didn't hurt.... Nor did he actually feel anything, for that matter. It felt like his entire body was numb. He couldn't feel his hands opening and closing, he didn't feel the blood dripping from the wound on his head, nor did he notice one of his baseball friends shambling towards him. "The hell!?"<br/><br/>This guy was Matt Damon. A new guy in the baseball team, just joined. He lived near Donny and offered to car pool for him, since his parents are deadbeats. But something was odd about Matt, namely the fact he looked like a recently-turned zombie. He had what seemed like black blood dripping form his mouth like drool, his eyes were white and glazed over, and he didn't seem to react much towards Donny pushing him to the ground when he surprised him. Utterly confused Donny walked pasted his car and tried to get a loot around before he noticed his face in the mirror. He looked almost like Matt; pale, pasty, a bit of black drool on his lips. Donny was always a oddly pale dude for someone who played baseball, but now he looks almost as white as copy paper. "Seriously..."<br/><br/>For a while, Donny just sat in his car trying to figure out what's going on. He theorized that maybe someone attacked him, but nothing was stolen and after a quick self examination, there wasn't much injuries. The cut on his head was from hitting the bumper and was already healing. He thought maybe Matt did something, but whatever he did it effected him too, only worse. At least Donny had the mental ability to think about this. Matt was not just bumping into cars are random. It didn't take long for Donny to come to one conclusion: Zombies. That's how Matt acted. But that only brought up another question: What happened to Donny? There was no denying that he looked like a zombie too. Granted, he wasn't a rotting corpse, but he's certainly looks like he's about to in an hour or so. He felt so cold too, despite wearing his baseball jersey, jeans, and his converses with thighhigh socks (A fetish that he keeps a secrete to everyone). Which, as improbable as it might mean, could mean one other thing: He was also a zombie. But that was so unbelievable that he stopped thinking about it and just got out of the car.<br/><br/>He took his bag with him, baseball bat and all. He was going to get to school and see if there was any survivors there when Matt came back. "Sorry kid, I don't I tim-" But before he could finish his sentence, Matt seemed to lunge at him. Donny just barely managed to dodge as Matt stumbled past him. "Shit! What are you doing?" Matt turned around to ludge at Donny again, and he simply took out his bat. "Alright... Sorry about this Matt. Rest easy buddy." Donny stook his batting stance and waited for Matt to turn back around and ludge again. With a well practiced swing, Donny timed his strike just right to smash his bat into Matt's skull, making a sickening crunch. That probably would have gotten Donny second base.<br/><br/>After giving Matt and impromptu funeral, Donny held onto his bat as he walked out of the parking lot.