Ben never knew that gasoline could taste soo badly. He was siphoning all the gasoline from the landmower with a tube into the bottles. After filling a good amount of bottles, he knew that he had enough to have some fun tonight.
When the night came, he put the bottles on the street, with a lit candle on top. When he shot the bottle, the fluid would get out, eventually a zombie would trip it over, setting it on fire. At least, that was the plan. He set up his trap, and went upstairs. The room where he was in looked like a room from a kid. Looking at the pictures, it looked like it was a happy family.
Ben leaned out of the window. He needed to make sure that the zombies were actually coming. At this moment he was seeing nobody. He shot in the air, and soon enough, zombies started to walk towards the trap. He shot one bottle, two bottles, and at the third bottle a candle fell over. Suddenly the whole block was on fire. It seemed Ben had overestimated the size of his experiment. As soon as he got back in, he heard an explosion. Then another one. It seemed that the bottles exploded due to the explosive gasses.
But as soon as Ben tried to run away, he heard a noise. A little girl came out of the closet. "Where is mummy?" said the little girl. Ben was shocked. This little girl survived the zombie attack. Ben heard another bang, this time he saw smoke coming from downstairs. "No time, we have to go!" Ben told the little girl. "But I dont want to go. Mummy said that I have to wait here...". Ben knew that there was no time, so he took the little frightened girl in his arms and started to run downstairs. Flames were already coming under the front door, and smoked began to peer inside. Meanwhile the little girl was screaming like hell.
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