Phil, cave into the demands of the people!
The Second First Battle"Eat the backpack, Phil, I am your mind, Eat it!"
"Um, dude? People don't eat backpacks."
"Do it! Make the Politburo proud to have you in its factories!"
"I don't think-"
"Fine! Suffer the wrath of Stalin!"
Phil felt an unexplainable urge to eat the backpack, even though he knew he couldn't. He could feel it coming ever closer to his mouth, and he felt it when he bit down. "This taste awful, man!" He then heard a whisper say, "Over-fed glutton."
Anyway, he marched N to the library with his newly acquired possessions, when he saw a horde of zombies. "Dude, stop groaning, it's creeping me out." When that failed to stop the coming zombies, all four of them, he beat a retreat back to the Sports Store. He stood in front of a window, unknowingly using the same tactics as his older brother, and hoped that the window would give him protection. Even though he left the door open. The zombies smashed open the windows and he said, "Get away dude, I've haven't had my fix of cupcakes today, and I'm feeling angry." The zombies, unperturbed, came anyway, and in his panic, Phil stabbed it, "Whoa dude, sorry." And he stabbed it again and again until it fell. He kept stabbing until they were all bleeding messes on the ground, and it was only then did he see what he had done.
All the blood, all the carnage, all the, "God, I need a cupcake." But it wasn't done yet, as he once again went north, he discovered 6 more zombies chasing him from the south, so he made a run for it, "Dudes! I'm not after your cupcakes mellow out!" he shouted behind him. He safely made it into the Library to prepare a position when he saw a zombie inside the library, "How'd you get in here?" He said.
Any help, voices in Phil's head?