Rowley and the zombie apocalypse

104.Rowley Jefferson was an 11-year-old boy with distinctive eccentricity. Despite being seen by most as a clumsy, happy-go-lucky lad, his carefree personality often landed him in precarious situations. It was a regular weekday afternoon when the incident with Mr. Poopoopants, also known as Jeffory to some, occurred; the event that started the Zombie Apocalypse.
Mr. Poopoopants, although regarded as Rowley's friend, found his continuous mistakes and carefree attitude irritating. The scientific genius operated from an eerie evil lab that painted a ghostly picture against the setting sun. One day, he decided to revive his long-dead grandmother with an experimental rejuvenating serum he had been working on. In the midst of this peculiar experiment, Rowley happened by, slurping his favorite snack of bum crumb soup.
A distracted Rowley accidentally knocked over his bowl, and the soup dripped into the resurrection serum, tainting the volatile mixture. Unaware of this catastrophic blunder, Mr. Poopoopants injected the serum into his grandmother. Instead of the sweet old woman he'd hoped to see, a grotesque, growling zombie took her place.
In a panic, Rowley dashed home, not out of terror, mind you, but because he had absent-mindedly left his refreshing orange soda on the kitchen counter. As he reached his gigantic family mansion, each room as spacious as a World Cup football pitch, his parents were hurriedly amassing supplies in preparation for the unexpected emergency.
Foods, toys, drinks, and incredibly, a stockpile of Rowley's diapers (yes, at the age of 11, Rowley still wore diapers) were moved into their underground sanctuary, a bunker twice the size of Buckingham Palace. The first few days felt more like a fun-filled camp until day 76, when Rowley had used his last diaper. Anticipating how his parents would react, the terrified boy ran out of the bunker and out onto the streets.
The world had become a horrifying nightmare. Zombies shambled down the once-bustling avenues as the town had taken on a grim, desolate appearance. Just as a group of zombies closed in on him, a foul stench seeping from his well-loaded diaper knocked them unconscious. Gradually, as word of the "terrifying stench" spread, zombies abandoned the town, seemingly repelled by Rowley's stink.
Once the pandemonium died down, people exited their shelters, cheering joyfully. Despite the pegs they wore on their noses to ward off Rowley's smell, they hailed him as a hero. In a hilarious turn of events, his father, a notoriously forgetful man, neglected to use a clothespin, with the overwhelming stench causing him to faint. The sight of Mr. Jefferson collapsing triggered fits of laughter among the survivors, providing a well-needed comic relief after the trials they had endured.
Rowley, once thought of as a goofy, confusing boy, was now hailed as a hero. It wasn't precisely how he'd envisioned it, but Rowley was finally recognized as "Rowley the Hero", a title he had always desired, bringing a high degree of creativity and unpredictability to his once mundane life. The tale of Rowley's heroism became an epic story, a beacon of quirky courage in the face of a zombie apocalypse.