"Well, in order to make it to Virginia, we have to cross through this abandoned petting zoo," Artyom stated. Arya and Aaron followed closely behind.

"Well," Aaron started, "Why don't we go around the petting zoo."

"Come on, there might be animals." Artyom joked.

"True." Aaron agreed. The trio walked silently, no one knew why they didn't take a car, but no one complained. After a bit of walking, they came across the aforementioned petting zoo. It was definitely abandoned, but there seemed to still be animals. For some odd reason. There was a pen filled with goats that immediately caught the groups attention. Arya was the first to step in, followed by Artyom then Aaron. "Look, Aaron! I was right!" Artyom said, grinning ear to ear. He was furiously petting a goat while Arya seemed to be the goat's favorite. First, it was one goat chewing on her pant leg, then two, then three, then four. Artyom and Arya seemed to be having the times of their lives but to Aaron, something was off. Something bad was going to happen and he could feel it. "Artyom... If you were right, then who has been taking care of these goats?" Artyom looked up from petting his goat and thought for a moment. "Themselves, Aaron. I feel like that was obvious." Artyom pointed out. "Let me rephrase." Aaron started. "Who's been feeding the goats?" He asked. Aaron and Artyom both looked in the corner of the pen. There lay a human arm, with many bites taken out of it. "ARYA! GET OUT OF THERE!" Aaron shouted. But it was too late. A fifth goat approached Arya and stopped in front of her. "What? Look at them!" She stopped to pet the goats. "They're totally harmless, aren't you?" She said to the goat affectionately. The fifth goat circled around Arya and finally stopped behind her. "What'cha doin' there buddy?" She asked. The goat did not react but instead opened its mouth and chomped down on the back of Arya's leg, ripping off a chunk of it. Arya shrieked in pain. "AHH! SON OF A-" She stopped to summon her stand, "Daydreams!" and used it to grab the goats, flinging them across the pen. "What the hell?" Aaron asked. "What's going on with the goats?" "Aaron! Look at the goats closely!" Artyom shouted. Aaron did as he was told and looked more closely at the goats. He soon saw that beneath the layer of fur, patches of skin and bone were exposed and rotting. "You're not saying..?" Aaron asked. "Yes. The goats are zombies Aaron."

"The hell? I thought zombies didn't exist! This is crazy! This-this is-"

"Bizarre?" Artyom finished Aaron's sentence.

"Yes!" Aaron shouted. "Well, Aaron, we are using punching ghosts to kill the President of the United States and are now fighting zombie goats. I wouldn't call it that bizarre." Artyom said calmly. "Now that you phrase it that way, it doesn't seem as crazy." Aaron agreed. The two watched Arya fight for a second. The was strangling goats, sending their heads flying and then smashing their bodies against the ground. "But wait, that doesn't explain why they're zombies. Is it a stand?" Aaron asked.

"Are you writing a book?" "I'm sure someone is," Aaron said. "Well, we don't have time to sit around and wait for an answer. I say that we run while we still can." Artyom suggested.

"And leave Arya?" Aaron replied. "She'll be fine," Artyom said. "She's a strong stand user." Suddenly, in the middle of the two's conversation, Arya approached them and was bleeding profusely from her calf.

"Were you two planning on helping me? Or healing me? Or both?" She asked. In the span of thirty seconds, she had killed at least thirty zombie goats. "Oh, yeah. Let me get on that." Artyom said. He summoned Bittersweet Symphony and touched Arya's wound and a piece of velcro on his jacket. Two sparks were seen on the velcro and her wound. Artyom smiled and smushed the wound closed, it stuck together as velcro would. Except, as soon as Artyom let go, the wound opened back up. "Dammit! I only put one part of the velcro in your wound. Sorry, but I guess you'll have to deal with that wound." Artyom said while continuing through the petting zoo. "You couldn't get the other side of the velcro?" Arya asked. "Nope! Not enough time!"

"Sounds like a plot hole someone forgot to fix," Arya complained. The trio came upon a run-down staff building. The door was boarded shut, so, without a moment's hesitation, Artyom punched it down. The three stepped in the building to find two doors, one in front of them and one to their right. Arya rattled the first doorknob, but nothing happened. Artyom rattled the second doorknob and to no one's surprise, it didn't open. Author's note here, this next segment involves my friend being stupid during a dnd session. We came to this room and I asked what the group wanted to do. Dane, the person who made/controls Aaron, said: "Uhhhh hit the nae nae." As a joke. So I laughed and went along with it. Little did I know, he would roll a 20. So, because of this occurrence, I let it slide. So, the following events are exactly what happened in the dnd session. Bare with me. "Artyom. I got this." Aaron took a deep breath and put his palm up, he kept it there and swayed his body while moving backward. Artyom and Arya stood there, utterly confused. Suddenly, Dry Hands emerged from Aaron and copied Aaron's motions. Artyom sighed and stepped behind Aaron, copying his motions. Next Bittersweet Symphony copied Aaron's motions as well. Finally, Arya copied his motions. Second author's note, can we get some fanart of this? Please? It would make me and my group extremely happy. Suddenly, the door flew open and the three stopped nae naeing. Aaron and Artyom called back their stands and walked through the newly opened door. "I told you, I got this," Aaron said smugly. "Yeah, yeah." Artyom waved his remark off. "If you do that again, I will kill you." Arya chuckled to herself while the trio walked down the hallway. They soon approached a staircase that led to some attic. Artyom crept up the staircase first, followed by Aaron and Arya. "Artyom. You seem to want to kill the President. I cannot allow you to do that." A man said from the attic. "As a part of the President's personal guard." The man turned around to reveal that he was wearing a very casual outfit. Jeans and a t-shirt. "I'll give you one chance to leave. Or, you'll have to face me and my stand." He threatened. "Aaron. Arya, stay back. I can take him." Artyom ordered. "Aw man, I thought that that would scare you away. Now I'm gonna get my ass beat. Fine. Lifelight!" The man called out, a bright armor appeared, covering his body. The armor was mainly a bright yellow but had brown symbols over it. On the man's right shoulder were three spikes. "Take this!" The man grabbed a spike and pulled it out of his shoulder. It about three feet long and made a pure, solid light. Artyom was briefly taken aback by this but summoned his stand to defend himself. The man pulled back the arm with the spear and aimed for Artyom. "Seems like you're famous Aryo," Aaron said. "Now is really not the time, Aaron," Artyom responded quickly. The man threw the spear, dead at Artyom. The spear twirled through the air and before Artyom could make even the slightest movement, the spear flew directly at Artyom's chest. "UOOOOO!" He shouted. Artoym quickly pivoted his body to the right but was too slow. The spear pierced Artyom's arm. "Aw man, I missed." The man said. "Well, it's like my dad always says. Second time's the charm." The man pulled another spear out of his shoulder and aimed.