Fanon:Night of the Living PlumbBob

Night of the Living PlumbBob is a spoof of the famous zombie film Night of the Living Dead. It follows the tales of survivors when zombies attack Sunset Valley. Together, they must find a way to escape town before they are overwhelmed by hunger, fear and the monsters that were once their friends and family.

All characters included are included in The Sims 3. There are currently 20 chapters planned.

Chapter 1
Agnes felt the cool weather finally succeed in making her tremble. The Sunset Valley graveyard was an...unpleasant place to be at, even though it was called the Pleasant Rest graveyard. She and her good friend Xander Clavell were on their first date, and he had decided that it would be much easier to get to the spot he wished to take her to by going through the graveyard. An air of terror and awkwardness loomed around the couple. Agnes stopped for a few seconds and stared at the pond; the moonlight giving it a beauty not usually seen during the day.

"Xander, have you ever seen a," Agnes started, before realizing she was alone in the dark graveyard. The plumbBob above her head went red as she felt a urge to go to the bathroom. "Xander?" she called in a shaky voice. "Xan..Xander?" Agnes jumped and fell into the pond in shock as a groan sounded behind her. She got to her feet, soaking wet. Xander was bursting with laughter.

"You should have seen your face! Classic! Like there was a dead man behind you. Pfft. You..." just as Agnes was about to interrupt, a figure came from behind Xander and grabbed him by the arm. Xander screamed before it took him to the ground. Agnes got up and darted for the gate of the cemetery. She could see more slow moving figures behind her. She got out and was relieved to see a car waiting for her just down the rounded hill. She got to it and yelled for help. The Sim's behind her were shambling slowly, but might catch up to her in do time. She continued to pound against the window of the yellow taxi. Suddenly, the door fell open, and revealed the body of a young ginger hair woman, her body pale and blood visible on her neck, going down her arm. Agnes let out a scream.

Chapter 2
Everywhere there was chaos.

Chaos.

Everywhere.

Agnes ran across Central Park with them right behind her. They were slow; limping even, but didn't stop. Agnes saw a car run over one and it just got up again.

"Help! Help!" yelled Agnes, the theater right across the road. She looked left and right; smart move, as a car swerved violently where she could have been standing. A old Sloppy Jalopy. The driver inside screamed, before crashing into the wall of the Supermarket. Agnes started again. She ran faster then she had ever in years. She passed the adds for films that never seemed to change. She passed the ticket box. She ran and shoved herself against the theater door shoulder first. It obliged and opened. Quickly, she swapped the outdoors and moonlight to be inside in the darkness. With a final slam, the door closed.

Darkness consumed her.

Chapter 3
"WHY CAN'T THERE BE ANY GUNS IN THIS WORLD!"

Marty Keaton's voice echoed faintly off the walls of the diner. Outside, at least a dozen of the pale green and grey skinned things were desperately trying to enter. Their prey was close, yet the glass of the windows taunted them.

The glass wouldn't hold forever.

While Marty and Jamie Jolina tried pulling open the back door, Connor Frio and Christopher Steel worked on keeping the front door shut. The barricaded it with everything there was to find. Chairs, tables and even broken plates that lay on the ground.

The stench of the room was unbearable. Flies swarmed around nabbing at strewn food containers and the fridge, which emitted nothing less than a foul odor.

"Jamie!" Marty said, hearing one of them clawing at the backdoor. "We aren't getting out that way. Connor, Christopher," he looked at them, both dragging the final available table to the door. "Try stacking some stuff and try opening the door on the roof. Hurry!"

Connor jumped back as one of them broke the window. It look at him with demonic eyes. Suddenly, it jumped through the frame, faster and more acrobatic then any of them have proven to be capable of.

The monster tackled Connor to the ground. Jamie screamed. Marty looked on hopelessly as more entered.

Christopher fell to the ground and wept in fear.

Chapter 4
Moonlight cast over the yellow school bus. Nearby, the water of the beach rippled serenely. An uncanny sight, for sure. A school bus parked in the sand of a beach at the middle of night.

Another uncannier sight was the three people's neighbors trying to get their flesh.

Now, at least five of the once friends moved slowly but steadily to Gwen Glover.

She looked nervously to Holden Wonzy, who was desperately working with the engine, trying to get it to start. Erin Kennedy stood her ground, trying to fend the monsters off with violent threats as though they'd understand her.

"Holden!" Gwen screamed, as one of them tried grabbing her. It was easy enough to dodge, but another came from the other side. Gwen gave a kick to its side before sprinting away. Erin wasn't as lucky, and was relying on (possibly improvised) Martial Arts to defend herself as they surrounded her.

The engine roared to life and the headlights suddenly illuminated the beach. Holden grinned with relief, though his joy melted away as he saw that there were more, about a dozen, of them running-slouching towards them. He yelled at Erin and Gwen to get into the bus. Gwen reacted quickly enough, but as she stood at the steps she could see Erin disappear into the crowd of the undead, her eyes wide with fear and shock.

"No!" Gwen said, tears running down her cheeks. "We have to go get her," she looked around for Holden, who stared at the sight above her at the drivers seat. He said nothing, but his lip pouted.

Then, the bus engine died again.

Chapter 5
11:32 PM. Gwen and Holden escape the oncoming undead by navigating around the beach. They cut through the houses near the beach and reach the theater, where they find Agnes cowering backstage.

11:45 PM. Marty, Jamie and Connor break free from the flooded diner, but are unable to save Cristopher in time.

11:59 PM. The two groups run into each other (literally). All take refuge in the Wolff family manor, which is completely deserted.

"I think they followed us." Marty said, looking out the window paranoid.

"Well, if they did..." Gwen started to say, but thought the last part was obvious.

"We shouldn't have come here. The only way back is the road, and if they come up, we're sitting ducks." Jamie's voice was amazingly calm in the eye being a human snack. She sat on the couch next to Holden, who stared at the blank television screen.

Conner and Agnes worked in the kitchen, trying to make a decent meal with the scraps available. They could, however, still hear and take part in the conversation.

"So, we stay here and wait for military officials?" Agnes called.

"Heck no!" Said Marty. "My wife is still out there. I'm not leaving her!"

"Calm down." Jamie said soothingly. "We never said we're leaving her."

Marty looked from Jamie, to the door and back again. "You're right. We're not leaving her, but we're not going to wait till morning to get her." And with that, he spun on his heals, walked out the door and slammed it shut, leaving the noise to echo through the night. Nobody went out to try to stop him.

Chapter 6
Conner and Agnes took guard while Jamie, Holden and Gwen slept.

They talked for a long while as they walked around the tranquil pool.

"The world has gone mad." Conner remarked.

Agnes smirked. "Really?"

Conner didn't reply. Agnes realized he spoke his mind to himself, not to her.

"What was-" he paused. Agnes followed his lead. The room was dark yet silent at the moment.

Agnes let out a shrill shriek as Connor was thrown back by the force of a feral creature. He landed in the pool. Agnes, by instinct, ran the other direction.

"GWEN! HOLDEN! JAMIE!" She called. "THERE'S ONE IN..."

Her voice trailed off in shock. Two more were walking down the road to her.

Followed by four more.

Followed by three dozen.

"No...no...no..." Her legs buckled. She tried crawling, but it felt like needles pierced her thin skin.

"Agnes!" she heard Holden call down from the balcony.

Seconds later, nobody could help her.