The screaming was so much better than the giggling. And now he had time to click the iPod on!

Cue the music...

"It's close to midnight and something evil's lurking in the dark." Deadpool nodded, oh so smug. Sure, he was much gravelier than Michael Jackson, but it was excellent.

Deadpool kept on going, more than happy the poodle skirt was gone, even though... "You had time to do a quickchange? That's commitment, my man."

Never mind that now!

"Under the moonlight, you see a sight that almost stops your heart!"

It might have been because Deadpool was bouncing around him to the beat of the song. "You try to scream... but terror takes the sound before you make it. You start to freeze... as horror looks you right between the eyes
You're paralyzed..." Deadpool was so beginning to question his hanging around with Nate.

Other Nate.

Damn ellipses.

Alice had been headed out for an evening of zombie-hunting; in fact, she had some pleasant stains on her clothes indicating the success she'd enjoyed so far. Zombies were slow, and not very bright. Her vorpal blade was fast, and it cut deep. She would need a rather lengthy shower once she returned to the dorms.

She was, however, transfixed by the extravagant musical number. Why was Professor Algren wearing high-heeled shoes, and cooing at Professor Deadpool? How did the dance number come to be so very synchronized? Curiouser and curiouser, indeed. She drew closer, hoping to remain unseen, unable to look away.

Curiosity hadn't killed The Cat. It would be less kind to Alice.

Shimmy ... CLAP! Shimmy ... CLAP! It was hypnotic. She could watch all evening.

That was, until she was pulled out of her reverie by the unmistakable sound of footfalls, behind her. Very close. Alice, weren't you paying attention?

So many zombies, and she'd let her guard down. Such a pity, what a pretty, girl to die so young ...

Alice whirled around, holding her blade firmly. "You'll make no meal of me," she said harshly. "Go before I cut you into pieces."

Alice dodged back, slashing up with her blade towards the zombie's throat. She only barely pulled her shoulder out of the reach of his mouth, and dear heaven, the creature had abysmal breath.

That was an unfair advantage, Alice felt. But then, all was fair in love and war. And especially killing zombies.

LOVE IT. LOOOOVE IIIIIT.