As Jill walked through the completely deserted hallway thinking that there was nothing in the hallway but happy things that could never kill her. She was deadly wrong, there was carbon dioxide. If she breathes to much of the carbon dioxide she will die from lack of oxygen, even though she had plenty. Then a zombie walked in and jumped onto her and tried to bite through her neck. But fortunately she had something that the zombie didn’t. it was…Peanut Butter, and the chunky kind no doubt. The zombie struggled with true hatred because this zombie was concerned about getting fat off of some peanut butter. “Muh ha ha you have to die now zombie,” Jill said with almost eagerness inside of her chanting of how she had gotten the peanut butter from the Nemesis sandwich. The only problem with stealing from the Nemesis was that it would get angry and just start to kill people left and right and below and up above and to the right again only because there were a lot of people to the right.