At last, he gave up.
The fat zombie also completed the staircase, officially stepped onto the second floor, and gleefully headed towards his brain.
The thin man could only look powerlessly at the firmly locked bedroom door at the far end.
"I tried... You figure it out yourself..."
"Huh?" The fat man inside the door shouted, "Think of another way... Attack it... Attack the weak spot..."
The thin man just sighed, descended the stairs, looked around in the living room, and suddenly had an idea. He said to the girl cowering and trembling in the corner, "I have an idea, we could try leading the zombies on a chase, circling the edge of the living room. Maybe we can hold out until dawn... Or we could run upstairs, then smash the staircase... But it seems too late for that, and we don't have the right tools."
"Ah... Is that so... Good luck! Hooray..." The girl just stared blankly ahead, shivering stiffly, and repeated her catchphrase over and over, "Hooray... Hooray..."
