• Foreword

    Before I post the stories, I feel I should explain a couple of things first. First, I did not create this series or the characters. A friend of mine, Jeo-Chan here on Gaia, created it. She based it off the place we worked at together. The name of the place where the Characters work is called the Fegal Theater and then their competitor, The Superior Theater. The owner of the Fegal Theater is Bush. Bush is short with mid length hair, coming just below his eyes. Bush is also obsessed with zombies and believes that one of his employee's, Mark, is one. Because of this, Bush is constantly trying to kill Mark every chance he can, but also knows he needs Mark most of the time. His other employee is Jeo-Chan. She is under paid and unappreciated. She also has to beat Bush to take her smoke brake as he claims to never have time to give her one. Zombie Mark is tall with mid-length brown hair and Jeo-Chan is short with long black hair. The owner of the Superior Theater is owned by Count Kenny, a childhood friend of Bush that wants to put Bush out of business. So know you know just about all their is to know about Zombie Mark. Just know it was written to be drawn into a comic, so there's little detail in it as too the character design and all. Hope every one likes it.

    This story is a bit long, ending at 12 pages in Microsoft Word. I also did not like the original ending I gave it and made an alternative ending for it which can be found at the end of the story. I do hope everyone likes the story. The only part of the story that really don't like is the fight scene near the end. To me, it could be better, but I'm not sure how to make it better. It took me a year to write this for a couple of reasons. First, I got stuck on the fight scene I just mentioned. Then, I lost it when my hard drive crashed. A friend of mine, ArashiSeisai on Gaia, still had it on her laptop. Please leave a comment on how you liked/hated it. I need help and hints in writing more stories. Just to let everyone know, some of the outrages events that happen in this story are true, though exaggerated, to me or people that work with me at the theater. I'll let you guess which ones.



    Zombie Mark
    The Superior Spy

    It was another long day for Jeo Chan as she worked tirelessly without a break at the Fegale Theater. Now that the long line of customers had went into their movies, and Zombie Mark was doing his walk-troughs’, Jeo Chan grabbed her radio and called up to Bush.

    “Hey Bush, Can you hear me?”
    “Hold On.” Bush called back. “I’m on the phone.”
    “You’re always on phone. All you ever do is talk on the phone. I want that break you promised me.”
    “You’ll get in a few minutes.”

    Bush turns his radio off and picks his cell phone back up. “So, I want an RJ46 Detonator with some plastic explosives.”

    There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone. “I tell you already, You crazy person! This Chinese restaurant, not weapon shop! You stop calling here!” The angry Chinese man yelled and then slammed the phone on Bush.

    But what about my order? Bush thought. He looked down as the ring tone went off on his cell. The Caller ID showed Jeo Chan. A small alarm went off in his head. Code Red! Code Red! Must resist answering. He then runs to the back of the office, pushes a button on the back of a dragon statue. A door swings in and Bush rushes in and locks himself in his own panic room.

    Back down in the lobby of the theater, Jeo Chan cursed Bush’s name and made a mental note to strangle him the next time she sees him. She then hangs her cell up and turns to looks to the person standing at the register. “I’m sorry, but my manager isn’t answering his phone right now, the coward. If there’s anything I can do, just let me know though.”

    He smiles a perfect smile. “That’s fine. Just make sure that the manager gets this application.”

    “Sure” Jeo Chan said, Why you would want to work here is beyond me. “I do that for you.” Maybe then I can get a break.

    Zombie Mark walked up as the man walked away. “Who was that?”
    Jeo Chan looked at the name on the Application. “Stan Brady”. She looked over the application some more and noticed one small thing. In former employment, he listed he currently works at the Supreme Theater. She handed the application over to Zombie Mark. He started to read the paper as Jeo Chan reached into her bag for a cigarette. She looked up just in time to see Bush standing with his baseball bat over his head and flinched as she heard the Baseball bat connect with Zombie Marks head. She stepped over his unconscious body and told Bush, “I’m going to smoke. Be right back.”

    Bush grabbed her arm, “Where do you think yourrrrrrrrrrr…..” Before he could finish his question, Jeo Chan flipped him through the air.

    “Where do you think I’m going? I’m going to smoke a cigarette, and if your touch me like that again, I’ll kill you! Do you understand me?” But she never got her answer as Bush was now out cold on the ground beside Zombie Mark.

    Jeo Chan stormed out the back door infuriated. After a second, Bush starts to move. He gets to his hands and knees he picked up the application. Stars flashed in his eyes. A member of the Supreme Theater wants to come to Fegale. Maybe now, after all these years, he finally could stick it to Count Kenny. He grabbed the piece of paper and ran upstairs, fingers already dialing the phone number on the application.

    The next day, Jeo Chan was running a little late, stupid traffic light. She finally pulls into the parking lot, and runs to the glass doors. Bush is waiting there for her dressed in black from head to toe and wearing those Men in Black knockoffs he got from a curb store, looking at his watch.

    “Sorry I’m late” She said. “Stupid traffic lights were all red and nobody here knows how to drive. “
    “It doesn’t matter.” Bush said as he throws a bag at her, “Go put these on and meet me outside the weapons lab, er, I mean…. the office.” With that, he turned and left Jeo Chan wondering what was up, why Bush was dressed in a full black business suit, and why did he want her to do the same?

    A few minutes later, she went upstairs wearing a nice, cheap, suit and knock off sunglasses like those that Bush had on earlier. There he was, waiting for outside the office turned weapons depot, with the door closed.

    “Bush, Why are we up here in the dark like this?”
    “Because, there’s a guy from the Supreme Theater in there who would like to come and work for us. Now if you ever want any breaks, ever, you need to follow my lead.”

    With that, he opens the door to the office. There was only one light on in the office, and it was shining directly onto Stan’s face. The Rest of the office was completely dark. Though Bush had no problem navigating through the dark room, Jeo Chan bumped into at lest three chairs and a desk. Bush then walks into the only light in the room with his arms crossed on his chest. Jeo Chan saw him and made a similar pose just before she walked into the light.

    “Now tell us,” Bush said, “Who are your references?”
    Stan looked shocked, as did Jeo Chan. “Their on the application. There’s Kristina and …..”
    Bush interrupted. “Yes, I read all of those. But the thing I want to know is, are they Zombies?”

    Stan looked stunned, “What the…. What are you talking about?”

    Bush leaned in toward him a little bit. “Are they zombies? You know, the living dead. Never mind. Here’s the most important thing, what is your zombie plan?”
    “What are you talking about?” Stan screamed.
    “You know what a zombie plan is.” Jeo Chan said, “What your going to do when the zombie invasion comes.”

    Stan could not believe what he was hearing. “Are you people nuts? There are no such things as zombies!.”

    Bush began laughing. “Oh, I wish. There are zombies, I can sense them.” He said smiling a stupid grin and pointing to himself with his thumb. “Here is the biggest question I shall ask of you, Are you willing to join the two of us in combating the zombie hoards?”

    “Sure,” Stan said and shrugged his shoulders, “Why not.”

    Bush took the dark glasses off. “Good. Your hired. Now, let me worn you. We have a zombie in our rakes. It’s name is Mark. We must protect the people from this villain.” Be said as they now walked down the stairs into the lobby.

    “So, I now go right down to concession and help out there right?”
    “No” Bush said, “That’s Jeo Chan’s cell… position. Yours is in the box-office selling tickets.”
    “But don’t you already have a ticket person? How would they feel about me?”
    “Oh we had one, but I had to fire it. For some reason, PETA didn’t like a parrot working 12 hours a day.”

    Bush opened the door and let him walk into the box office. He looked around and noticed that it looked like the box office had not been cleaned in several years. He turned to ask Bush a question, but Bush had closed the door. When Stan tried to open the door, he found that it was locked. He looked at the window for the first time and noticed security bars. He called out to Bush through the window, “What kind of neighborhood is this that you need security bars inside the mall?”

    Bush turned to go, but said over his shoulder, “It’s not to protect box office attendant, it’s to keep box office attendant in. You would not believe how many people hate that office. Why did you think we had to hire a parrot?”

    As the day continues on, Jeo Chan continues her quest for a break. She picks up
    the radio and calls in a seductive voice, hoping that might give her a much-needed break, “Oh Bush.”
    “Silence,” Bush replied, “I need silence here” and he cut the radio off.

    This struck Jeo Chan as strange, even from Bush, so she goes upstairs to the office. She barely crack the door to see Bush standing in front of the former box parrot saying, “Good. Now try, why is the rum gone.”

    She opens the door the rest of the way, rushed in and kicked Bushed in the back of his head, sending him to the floor unconscious. She then storms downstairs, mad that once again, she would not receive her break. She storms back into the lobby. Zombie Mark sees her upset and decides to see if something is wrong. “Will Bush give you your break now?”

    Jeo Chan looks at him for a second, and Zombie Mark knew that he messed up. She then gives him left punch that knocks him into wall, leaving a Zombie Mark size imprint in the wall after he slides to the floor. Stan witnesses all this through his small window in box office. He calls out for Jeo Chan on his radio, “You want a break Jeo Chan?”

    She grabs her radio and yells, “What do you think?”
    “Well,” he said, “If you let me out of here, I’ll relieve you in concession for you to have a break.”

    She thinks this over for a second then replies, “What’s in it for you?”
    “Nothing,” he said, “I just want out of here. This box office is so boring down here. There’s absolutely nothing to do. What do you say?”

    She thinks this over some more, then goes back up stairs and grabs the keys off the still unconscious Bush. She then goes and unlocks the box office door and let’s Stan out. “All right, I’m only taking a few minutes outside to smoke, don’t do anything until I get back unless you have too.”

    “I understand. Don’t worry. Everything will be fine. Enjoy your break and take your time.” He said as she walked out the back door. Ten minutes later, she walked back in and noticed a line of people waiting at concession, Stan running back and forth as fast as possible. She runs behind the concession and relieves Stan to go back to box. Stan left. Zombie Mark was once again tearing tickets. After thirty minutes of this, Jeo Chan started running low on popcorn. She yelled out to Zombie Mark to come and pop her some more. He said alright and goes behind concession to help out.

    The first thing he noticed was that there was not any popping oil in the popper, so he went into the back and retrieved a spare box. He set it into the warmer and hooked the bag up to the machine, run the butter into the popper kettle, and the kettle instantly went up in flames. All this being missed by Jeo Chan, who was so busy with the customers to notice. Zombie Mark ran into the back room, grabbed the fire extinguisher, ripped the safety pin out of the extinguisher, and it promptly exploded, spraying salt foam all over concession, the customers, and Jeo Chan. Joe Chan looks back to the popper kettle to see what was going on after all her customers left the theater when she see’s the foam covered Zombie Mark using his work shirt to try and put out the flames. She runs back there to help him when his shirt caught fire itself and he threw it into the kettle.

    “Help me push it outside.” He said. “Putting the fire out now seems impossible.
    “All right.” She said.

    Zombie Mark quickly disconnected the popper from the butter machine and the two of them pushed it out the front door into the parking lot. A few teenagers were hanging out at the door smoking and fooling around when Zombie Mark and Jeo Chan pushed the Kettle out there. Joe Chan and Zombie Mark came up to the front door where she asked what happened. Zombie Mark told all he knew about the incident. They walked in the door as Jeo Chan said she would call Bush and let him know about it. As they walked in the door, the teenagers were dancing around the flaming popcorn popper. One even tried to jump over it, which promptly failed. His leg caught the popper, knocking it over on top of him and catching his pants on fire.

    Bush was up in his office, waiting for someone to pick up the other end of the phone. Finally someone did.

    “Big Mike’s Bar” a high pitched voiced answered. “This is Teresa, how may I help you?”
    “Hey baby. How’s work?” Bush asked.
    “Not to bad. Can I help you?” Teresa asked.
    “I could use you later on tonight.” Bush replied.
    “Wait a minute.” Teresa said, “I know your voice. Your that maniac that keeps calling me with these harassing phone calls. Stop calling me or I’m pressing charges.”
    “Oh come on baby,” Bush replied, “You know you want me. “
    “I know my boyfriend will kill you if we ever find where your calling from. Now stop calling me or else.”

    With that, she slammed the phone on Bush. As he shuts his phone up, he thinks, Oh yeah, she likes me. One day, I may go there and meet her.

    The radio started beeping meaning that someone wants to get a hold of him. He picks the radio up, cuts it on, and asked, “What do you want now?”
    “Just thought I’d let you know that the popcorn kettle is in the parking lot on fire.” Jeo Chan said in a calm voice.
    “Ha. Nice try. You just want me to come down there so that zombie can ambush me and he can eat my brains. Not going to work.”
    “No. I mean, the popcorn popper is on fire. Zombie Mark and I just rolled it out into the parking lot. We can't make any more popcorn and we’re just about out.”
    “I’m telling you, it’s not going to work. I can tell when somebody’s trying to trick me.“

    Jeo Chan slammed the radio down. She goes down to the box office and asked if Stan would give her another break. He agrees, so she grabs her cigarettes and heads to the back door. She takes one look outside, gets her cell phone, and calls Bush.

    “What do you want, Jeo Chan? Why do you pester me?” Bush answered.
    “I think we need to leave, like five minutes ago.”

    Jeo Chan turns and once again looks outside where a scene from strait from an old war movie is before her. The cars in the parking lot were on fire and exploding, causing more cars to catch fire. The buildings across the street were on fire and spreading to the next block.

    After a five day vacation due to the fire burning two to three blocks, Joe Chan was in the middle of yet another huge line of customers while Zombie Mark tore tickets. This went on for over an hour before the line dwindled and the last movie started. Zombie Mark looks and see’s a woman with an entourage of teenagers, more boys then girls. They walk over to Zombie Mark. “Is Bush here?” the woman asked in a playful voice.
    “Yes,” Zombie Mark said, “He’s upstairs in the projection booth right now though.”
    “Well, can you ask him to come down here please? Tell him Kristen, Queen of the Mallrats wants to see him”

    Zombie Mark goes to concession to get the radio. Jeo Chan looked at him and asked, “Isn’t that the Mallrat Queen? What dose she want here?”
    “I don’t know. She just asked to see Bush.” Zombie Mark replied. He picked the radio up and calls up for Bush.

    “What do you want Zombie, and no, you can not eat me.” Bush replied.
    “How many times do I have to tell you that I’m not a Zombie!” he yells into the radio He then sighs for a moment and when Kristen the Mallrat Queen walks up to him, he then says, “There’s somebody here to see you.”
    “Who is it?”
    “Kristen the Mallrat Queen.” Zombie Mark replies.

    There was a moment of silence, then Bush calls back, “Tell her I’m not here.”

    Zombie Mark looks at Kristen, not standing three feet from him and replies, “I don’t that will work.”
    “Why not?” Bush asked. “She won’t know it’s a lie. Just tell the mall slut I’ve gone down to the other end of the mall to get something to eat. This way, she’ll send her drones out to find me and I’ll be safe up here.”

    Before Zombie Mark could say another word to Bush, Kristen grabs the radio from Zombie Mark’s hands. When he tried to get it back, several members of her entourage started to beat him up for daring to take something from her. “Bush, this is Kristen, I want that DVD I lent you three months ago. If I don’t get it back, the mall SLUT will send her DRONES out to break both you legs, Bring that DVD tomorrow or else.”
    “Hey, I know the people you would send after me. They like me better because I will pay them.”
    “We’ll see about that tomorrow if you don’t bring that DVD back.”

    As she walked away, Jeo Chan knew that Bush would never come down after that, so she went and got Stan out of the box office to give her a break. She steps over Zombie Mark’s, once again, unconscious form to the back door. Ten minutes later, she comes back in and sends Stan down to box office. She looks at the ice bin and notices she is almost out of ice. She turns to ask Zombie Mark to get her some more ice, but he is still out cold.

    She goes back to the ice machine with her ice bucket and opens the lid. Then something strange happens. The ice machine starts spiting ice out up in her face. She blocks with her arms, even holds the bucket up to stop the ice from hitting her, but nothing works. She then tries to move out of the way of the ice, but slips on one of the cubes. She finally craws away from the stupid ice machine to find Zombie Mark in the lobby, finally waking up. She stands there as if nothing had happened and sends Zombie Mark back to get her the ice.

    Zombie Mark walks into the back and sees ice flying through the air. He then went to the side of the ice machine and unplugged it. The ice stopped flying through the air. Jeo Chan called up to Bush to tell him.

    “Hey Bush, Get down here or else.” She yelled into the radio.

    Bush, meanwhile, was up in the weapons lab refilling his smoke pellets in the belt around his waist when Jeo Chan’s call came over the radio. Oh no. She’s mad again. And with that, he goes back into his panic room to hide.

    Latter that night, Zombie Mark and Jeo Chan were cleaning the concession stand so they could leave for the night. About half way done, Jeo Chan excuses her self to go for a smoke at the back door. She opens the door and lights the cigarette when she starts to hear voices. After confirming that she really did hear voices and was not insane, she peeks around the corner to see Stan talking to none other then evil Count Kenny.

    “I’m telling you sir, they are mentally insane here. That Bush spends more time upstairs then he dose anywhere and they both hate Mark for some reason. I think Bush is out to kill him. Mark spends more time unconscious then awake. The only one here that does any work what so ever is Jeo Chan.” Stan said.

    “Wa ha ha ha.” Kenny laughed. “Good work number seven-o-nine. Keep up the good work. If you keep sabotaging them, then Fegal will go out of business and the Supreme Theater will rule the movie industry! Wa ha ha ha ha ha.”

    Jeo Chan could not believe what she had just heard. Stan works for Count Kenny? And he’s been the reason why all the equipment has been going haywire lately? But he gives me all my breaks! I don’t want him to be fired, then I lose my breaks again. But if I don’t do something, then I lose my job when Fegal goes out of business. And if Fegal goes under, then I wont have any money. What should I do?

    She didn’t notice at first, but Stan and Kenny walked right by her to get to Kenny’s limo. She was to lost in thought as Count Kenny got in his Limo. “I’ll see you again this time next week for another update.” The limo drove off leaving Stan standing in the parking lot.
    “But what about the bonus you promised me?” he asked the departing car, but received no answer.

    Jeo Chan hid behind the wall as Stan walked by, not noticing her. He got to the stairs when Zombie Mark opened the door holding three full bags of garbage. “Oh,” Zombie Mark said, “You two having a break?”

    Stan’s eyes went wide. He turned around and saw Jeo Chan standing there, her eyes wide in shook as well. He then knew that she had been standing there when he was talking to Count Kenny. He rushes past Zombie Mark, pushing him off the stairwell onto the pavement, and ran into the theater.

    Jeo Chan let out a yell when she saw Zombie Mark hit the pavement. She ran to help him, but he quickly got up. “Why did he do that?” he asked. She quickly helped him up and told him the story as they ran back into the building.

    Stan had already ran to the employee hallway where the stairs to the projection booth was located. He opened the door and ran upstairs as fast as he could. Stan reached the top and ran into the theater office as fast as he could. Bush looked up from his laptop where he was watching the movie they were suppose to get next week. “What are you doing up here?” Bush yelled.

    “Umm…” Stan looked for an answer. “That zombie on your payroll started attacking people out there.”
    “What?” Bush yelped. “I knew it. This proves me right. Where’s Jeo Chan?”
    “She was the first one he attacked. She’s one of them now.”
    Bush loudly cursed. “She was my best worker.”
    “Help me barricade the door!” Stan yelled as he started to push a cabinet in front of the door, but when he looked back to see Bush standing behind the sliding to his panic room. “Good luck, Stan!” Bush yelled as the door closed.

    Stan ran to the panel in the wall where the panic room was, but it was no good. Bush was gone and out of his reach. Now what? He thought. How am I going to take this theater into the dirt now. He leans on the desk and accidentally pushes a small hidden button that opened another panel in the wall. He looked into it and marveled at the weapons Bush stored in it. He pulled out a shotgun and checked to see if it was loaded.

    Zombie Mark and Jeo Chan ran to the hall and ran up the stairs. Zombie Mark, being taller then Jeo Chan, so he made it to the top of the stairs first. He ran over the top going so fast that he couldn’t stop. He slammed into the office door.

    Stan heard the bang on the door and turned to it expecting. When he did the complete turn, his hand slipped and the gun went off. A hole appeared in the door where the bullets ripped threw it. Stan looked threw the hole and saw Jeo Chan appear at the top of the stairs, a horrified look on her face.

    Zombie Mark looked up from the floor. When he ran into the door, he bounced off and fell. Then he heard a loud bang. He looks at the door where a large hole now stood. He rolled over to the right and kneeled next to the wall. “Stan, don’t hurt anyone.” he yelled. “We can solve this peacefully.”

    Jeo Chan ran and knelt down next to him. “What are you doing?”
    “Trying to get him out of here without us getting hurt.” he replied.

    Jeo Chan was scared. Stan had a gun in there, and knowing Bush there was no telling how many Stan now had. “Where’s Bush?” she asked.
    “Not sure.” Zombie Mark replied. “Where’s Bush?” he yelled to Stan.
    “The coward ran and hid in some secret room up here.” Stan yelled back. “Now, I want you to come in here slowly, keep your hands where I can see them.”

    They did as they were told and entered into the office. They saw the shotgun that blew the hole in the door. They walked to the opposite end of the room then Stan was on and waited for him to do something. He started to slightly move to the door. Just after he moved, Jeo Chan jumped jump and kicked the gun out of Stan’s hand. Stan, was shocked that Jeo Chun could do that that he didn’t see Zombie Mark’s fist coming at him, knocking him backward. He hit the wall and ducked as Jeo Chan tried to hit him with a spinning kick. “Try to take my paycheck and my breaks, well, I’ll teach you!” she yelled, more mad at the lose of someone giving her some much needed breaks then she was over Stan trying to shut down her work place.

    Stan found a Kendo Stick laying on the ground and grabs it. He wipes the stick around and slugs Zombie Mark in the stomach. Zombie Mark falls backwards, tripping over the deck and tumbles head over heals.

    Joe Chan went for another spinning kick to the face of Stan but he caught it, throwing her foot up and flipping her to the floor. Zombie Mark stood up and saw Jeo Chan on the floor. He charged at Stan as fast as he could, not sure what he was going to do, but his instinct kicked in. When he was just a foot or two away, he bent forward and used his head as a battering ram into Stan’s mid-section as hard as he could. He hit Stan so hard that he picked Stan up and ran them both into in to the wall, which in truth wasn’t that far.

    Even though she saw it, Jeo Chan could not believe her eyes. She never knew that Zombie Mark was that strong. She was then let down a bit as Zombie Mark sunk to the floor. The good thing was that Stan also sunk to the floor. She got up and walked over to Stan, who looked up at her while trying to catch his breath, and gave him a side kick as hard as she could.


    Stan woke up. He was still in the office, but had his feet and hands tied with the movie film. One thing he knew from working for Count Kenny for three years was that this stuff is almost unbreakable. His chances to escape was slipping from slim to none. He looked around to see Mark laying on the couch where Jeo Chan managed to get him into a comfortable resting place. She was now yelling at Bush, saying she was not a zombie or some mess. He may have only one more shot at escaping.

    “He’s insane you know.” he told Jeo Chan. She swerved around in the chair to face him.
    “Yeah” she replied. “I know. But he’s my boss.”
    “He doesn’t have to be.”
    “And he’s my friend. I may want to kill him sometimes, but I will not let some moron like you shut him down.”
    “But the Count would be willing to pay you so much more money then Bush ever could.”
    “Really?” she responded intrigued. “How much more?”

    Zombie Mark started to wake. In order to Zombie Mark from finding out that she had actually considered jumping to the Supreme, she took her sock off and shoved it into Stan’s mouth and used the hair-ban that she was wearing to tie it into place. She took time to once again explain everything to Bush over the radio. Soon, she managed to talk him into coming out, where he fired Stan.

    Three days had passed without too much incident. Jeo Chan was again trying to kill Bush for not granting her a break. Zombie Mark helped her when he could by taking over concession so she could go and smoke. It during this time that she walked in. A little short, but taller then Jeo Chan, she had long, brown hair, tied to flow down her back. She walked up to the concession stand and waited as Zombie Mark finished up with a customer. “Hi, how can I help you today?”

    “Yes” she said in a high pitched voice, “I heard you were in need of a new box office worker. I was wondering if I could Apply.“
    “Well, I wish you luck …. Ummm. What’s your name?”
    “Sorry,” she said. “My names Arashi Seisai.”
    “Well, I hope you get it.”

    The End??????
    UM…. No!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    Alternative Ending


    A week has passed since that night and everything went back to normal. Jeo Chan wants to kill Bush again, Zombie Mark is still over worked, and Bush still hides while not giving Jeo Chan her breaks. At the moment, she was once again running late. Some one was not paying attention while driving and ran into the side of a dump truck. There was not any damage to the dump truck, but the front of the small Honda was missing. Because of this, the police were diverting traffic away from the theater. So once again, she was late.

    When she pulled up to the theater, Bush was once again standing outside of the theater in the pure black suit and the Men in Black knock off sunglasses. Oh no, she thought, Not again.

    She got out of her car and ran up to Bush. “Sorry I’m late again. The stupid ….”
    “Never mind that.” He interrupted as he tossed her a bag. “Put those on and meet me upstairs. We have to interview this Arashi something or another girl.” He then headed into the theater. She looks in the bag to see the same black suit she was wearing during the interview with Stan.

    Soon, she was had the suit on and went upstairs. She could see a young girl in the office through the hole still in the door. She had long, brown hair, tied to flow down her back. She sat there in silence, waiting for someone to come and interview her. Jeo Chan put her glasses on and they entered the office. Again, Bush was the only one who made it through without bumping into everything. They walked into the circle of light just like before. Bush crossed his arms and leaned forward, just a couple of inches from her face.

    The girl just couldn’t help it, the urge nagged at her and the longer he held his face before hers, the more it bothered her. She quickly picked her arm up and flicked him on the nose. “Ouch“ he yelped in response. Jeo Chan can’t help but laugh at what the girl had done. “Shut up.” he yelled at Jeo Chan before turning to Arashi. “What did you do that for?” he yelled.
    “You need to learn about personal space.” she answered.
    “Whatever!” he yelled. “Now to the interview. What is your zombie plan?”

    The End?????
    I think not.