"Hey jerk!" she yelled, banging on the front door. "Just because you moved out on your own doesn't mean you can ignore your family. Mom is worried sick about -"
She cut off as the door creaked open. Her brother and his new roommates were so irresponsible. This wasn't the safest neighborhood to leave a house unlocked. Not like the boys had much worth stealing. She stepped inside and locked the door behind her.
"Brian!" she called. She could hear gun fire spitting out of a television in the back bedroom. "Is that why you haven't returned mom's calls? You're too busy playing another House of the Dead marathon to put down the controller and pick up the phone! You better be wearing more than boxers because I'm coming back!"
She strode through the messy living room, crunching over a bag of spilled potato chips and glowering at an overturned two-liter of soda. No way those slobs were ever going to get their security deposit back from the landlord.
She stopped just inside the dim hallway, waiting for her eyes to adjust. Whose brilliant idea had it been to paint the walls blood red? "Brian, is that you?" she asked, as a figure slowly ambled out from the shadows. Her hand frantically searched for a light switch on the wall. Her other covered her nose. What was that smell?! Her fingers finally found the switch and harsh light illuminated the monster that used to be her brother.
Zombie in his Pinky and The Brain shirt is inked with black Sakura Pigma Micron Pens and colored with Prismacolor pencils onto ACEO sized Strathmore Smooth Bristol Paper.
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