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Realistic or Modern Highway 23


Handson finishes his pancakes before getting up and walking over towards the cab to discuss the band's next stop with Carl. But once again, Handson stops at the closet because he hears a low moan, Handson then opens the closet out of curiosity, but he can not see anything in its vast endlessness,

"Hey, Synxx! Get the nightvision goggles, will you?" Handson calls out as he tries to see what's making the noise inside the endless closet.​
 
Synxx Jumps up brightly from her seat at the table and stalks over to Handson, almost tripping on a box of horses carved out of soap, she decided to ignor it and stand quietly beside Handson.


"Night vision goggles you say?"


She then begins reaching into her hat apparently searching around, pulling out a rubber chicken, apron, a birthday card, guitar picks, drumsticks, swimming goggles...


"Aha! Here they are!"


She herself decides to put on a purple pair before handing the green pair to Handson.
 

Handson puts on the goggles and looks into the darkness just in time to see what appears to be a zombie, charging at them. Handson quickly dars his katana and impales the zombie's throat, causing blood to be jettisoned out and onto Handson and Synxx before he retrieves his sword, the corpse falls over, dead. Handson then sheathes his sword and turns to Synxx,

"Well, shit." He says as he looks at her and then at himself,

"I think we should do something about this, just to make sure nothing's wrong with us, let's check the necronomicon." He says as he holds out his hand, waiting for Synxx to hand him a necronomicon from her hat.​
 
"Why is their a zombie on the floor?" Ketra asked as he walked in on the scene. He paused dealing who he was talking to and were they were and shook his head."Never mind. I already know. We need to explore that closet one day. BTW I so call the head. I will put it in a jar and name it Fred."
 
Synxx was livid as she shook zombie fluid from her hands. She then glared at Handson and his out stretched hand.


"This was a New outfit!"


she then stomped he foot and proceeded to pull a hanky and the blasted necronomicon from her hat, willing herself not to hit him with it as she does this.
 

Handson takes the necronomicon and flips through the pages, upon finding a desired page, he reads and his face grows dim,

"Synxx, if we don't get this blood of in five minutes, then we'll become zombies." He says before starting to blush,

"But we only have one shower..... Synxx, I don't mind becoming a zombie, you can have the shower to yourself." He says with an extremely red face.​
 
Synxx listens to his ridiculous statement, all in the mits of trying not to panic not sure if she should tell Ketra to get the hose or not.


" wait we can both still wear clothes in the shower! It could be like the old Times we're toddlers took bathes together on play dates!"


Synxx really couldn't think of an idiom to use right now, her grandfather's wise words never prepared her for this.
 

Handson suddenly cheered up,

"Y-Yeah! Like a play date!" He suddenly darts over into the main room to see a person tearing his clothes to shreds from his suitcase,

"NO-NO!" He stutters before shooting off several shots at the man, causing him to jump out an open window,

"MY CLOTHES!" He says as he inspects his clothes that are now little bits of cloth,

"I don't have any extra clothes..." It suddenly hits him like an earthquake, Handson turns to Synxx,

"Synxx, I don't have any extra clothes." He says with only the grimmest of all looks on his face,

"If I take a shower in these clothes, I am not going to wear them until they dry out, meaning that I would walk around here naked. So by-all means, take the shower." He says with a dead-serious tone.​
 
"Your both idiots." Ketra quietly scoffed walking to his room. He grabbed a sword some gloves goggles and a jar full of questionable liquid. It was time to collect a zombie head.
 
Narrowing her eyes at the man she proceeds to push him from the main room and into the the tub quickly turning on the shower and splashing him in the face with a bucket of water and then pushing him aside to rinse herself off.


"Waterrrr crisp clean waterrrr!"


Sinks scrubs at the bits of exposed skin to make sure all the zombie goop is off, before turning to check on Handson.
 

Handson's helmet had been knocked off his head when he was suddenly pulled into the tub,

"Uh-Syn-uh-I-mean-I-uh..." He stutters, although they were fully clothed, Handson was still embarrassed a little that they were in the shower together.​
 
Sighing, Synxx steps out of the tub and grabs his helmet and then a towel. She then proceeds to put the helmet on his head and the towel over his shoulders.


"Don't be foolish, Ketra and I would NEVER let you turn into a zombie, your the lead singer!"


Synxx flicked his head before grabbing a towel for herself and exiting the bathroom.
 

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