Continued- and Yes, Yes It Does

As me and A-ron got to the top of the old, cracked steps, I noticed that the slab of rock had moved yet again. So that's what that wierd handprint did, I thought, depressed with the realization that my adventure was cut short. I went immediately to the front room, where I expected my parents to be for some odd reason. They were there, waiting for me and the first thing they said was, "Go to bed, Sakura." So, as confused as I was, I obeyed. A little while after I layed down, I heard a hoarse scream from the next room over.
"A-ron?" I said, still groggy though I was sure I hadn't got any sleep. "Are you okay?"
Silence.
I stumbled into my brothers room to find and apocolypse. A-ron was using some scrap metal to beat back an odd creature I couldn't recognize. Then it dawned on me:
Monkeys.
Not just any monkeys. The kind with horrible, pus oozing wounds; the kind that didn't care if it lost and arm or a leg, if only it could have a bite of you. No, these weren't any monkeys.
They were zombies.
And they were coming straight towards me. Gone was the one attacking my brother; in it's place were six lumbering creatures with their eyes fixed on me. They'd forgotten him, and they were focusing on slowly, maliciously dragging their partially decomposed bodies towards me.
I was scared out of my wits, but I did the only accceptable thing in a situation like that. Grab the closest object that would work as a weapon and swing. I smashed a head with a hard crack, bringing back my unusually heavy bokan to hit another monkey- this one had eyes the size of golf balls, which would be cute on something, anything else. The one with the damaged leg crept up on my right, his mouth agape with hunger. I stumbled backwards and missed my next swing by at least a foot, disoriented by how real it was. Of course I knew it was a dream; but was it really a dream? Was I absolutely sure I wasn't going to be killed by these things? No, I couldn't trust something like that to the hands of some crazed, flesh eating monkeys. I whipped out of there, relying on the fact that I was fast at climbing stairs than zombie monkeys, and turned into the kitchen. The phone, the phone! I thought frantically, hoping for some kind of backup from the police. No luck. I was alone- but wait, maybe I had some backup after all.
Now normally, I don't ever have weapons in my garage, unless it's a rather large stick or some sharp scrap metal. But when I opened the door, light gleamed off of every weapon imaginable. Katanas, daggers, machetes and broadswords were all line up next to glocks, shotguns and some kind of sleek pistol with infared. And what was that in the corner? Oh yes, a classic: here I come, crazy chainsaw girl on da loose! I ran out of there with my shiny new weapon and rushed into A-ron's room. He was laying in the corner, a stunned expression frozen on his face. As I cut two zombies across the middle, he suddently got up and ran. Really? We're faced with an apocolyptic situation, and he's running away? Goodness. I cut down a few more zombies before he returned, a gleaming sword in his hands.
"Let's do this."
I don't know who said it, but it was on. We were slaying zombies left and right, having a wonderfully homicidal moment, when my chainsaw broke. A-ron kept them off me for a few more beats, but pretty soon he was down, his sword lost. And that was when they bowed.
The monkeys bowed down to me.
Then one moved forward, a smile gleaming in its face. In his right hand was a wicked dagger, curved at the end and covered in dried blood. He lifted it above my pale neck and struck, quick as a viper.
Then nothing but blackness. Thick, inky blackness creeping up around me, suffocating me with its tangible menace.Nothing more.