Question:
I first brought out my shotgun and pumped a couple of rounds into it from a distance , then whipped out my submachine gun once I 'd run out of shotgun rounds . Another gigantic zombie then arrived , black and demon - like , accompanied by a massive zombified black doberman pinscher . I opened fire with my fellow survivor - soldiers at the two , me aiming at the monstrous canine . It was about to strike another soldier when reinforcements arrived and , combining our firepower , we brought the evil dog down . We were resting at the grounds of the hospital later that night when an alert was raised . I ran out only to find a bunch of knights charging down towards us .

What may happen next in speaker 's story ?
Answer:
They fought the knights .

Question:
The first few dives sapped the energy out of me and all I wanted to do was to sleep when I got out of the cold waters . The only redeeming factor was the food - or then again , it could be I was really hungry . Seawater does that to me , somehow . So I spent most of today recuperating . And I would say no to diving for a while , for now .

What seemed to really drain the narrator of life ?
Answer:
The terribly freezing splash in the face .

Question:
He looked like James Dean . That day had been slow . At six forty - five Maggie called . I had saved her number in my address book , ' Spunk ' . " Hey - low ! " She sang . " Alright ? "

How did you know who was calling you ?
Answer:
None of the above choices .

Question:
When I came back up , I heard enthusiastic WEE - OO - WEE - OO coming from his room . I popped my head in there and he made the noise at me and grinned . I asked " Firetruck ? "

Why might he make that sound ?
Answer:
He was playing make - believe with himself .