The soldiers opened up the back of the truck and pushed Phil into it. He fell across the floor, then turned around and glared at the men who he used to consider his friends.
They closed the door and everything went dark. Then a dim light came on, brightening the back of the truck enough to see. He looked up at Billy's parents who were now Goths. There was a bench on each side of the truck. Billy's dad was sitting on one and his mom was on the other. They looked down at Phil.
He stood up and gave them a better look at him. When they saw that he was definitely a Goth too, they relaxed a bit.
Phil walked over and sat down next to Billy's dad. The first time he saw him, Phil thought that he looked so freakish, so abnormal. But now, he thought differently about it. He liked being around people like them.
"How did it happen to you?" the mom asked.
He looked at her. "Your son did it to me, after he changed himself."
"My son is a Goth?" the dad said.
"Yeah."
He smiled. It's what he wanted in the first place. "Where is he?"
"He was in his bedroom when it happened. When I entered his room, I converted. But your son wasn't there. He must have left through the window."
"Well, at least he's free from those fucking zombies," Billy's dad said.
"Yeah, but we're not," Phil pointed out.
