A Grim Situation

Ross Campbell slammed on the brakes for absolutely no reason, sending Crimebot, who was riding in the back, sailing over the cab of the truck they were still riding in.

"Ow," Crimebot beeped, brushing the dirt off of himself. Ross rushed over, a look of concern on his face.
"Are ok, buddy?" he said, helping Crimebot up.
"Affirmative my friend," Crimebot chimed, forgiving Ross completely. "Have we arrived at the farm?" he continued, his voice raising at the end of his sentence, turning what would otherwise be a grammatically incorrect sentence into a question.
"Yeah, this is the place," Ross said. He pulled his pistol from his holster. "Looks creepy, though, we better take all precautions necessary to ensure our very survival!"

Max Applesauce came running over and jump-kicked a fencepost. "I thought it was going for a weapon," he explained after quizzical looks came from Crimebot's general direction. Max, to be on the safe side, took out his Mark IV Laser Knuckles and slipped them over his normal, not-laser knuckles.

Intrepidally, our three intrepid heroes walked towards the farmhouse.

Even though their actual destination was a mine near the Winslow Farmstead, they felt oddly compelled to approach the house slowly and then explore the inside of the house equally as slowly. After about two hours of exploring, Crimebot blooped out. "Abandoned, just like we thought," he said. "Find anything?" he asked Ross and Max.

Max shook his head, and Ross said "No, nothing. Not a damn thing. Except this map with markings leading to an old mine nearby and this other map that seems to plot an exact course deep into the mine, to an X marked 'here' in what I think might be blood."

Crimebot blooped excitedly, his siren going off for just a moment in jubilation. He exclaimed "Now that we have the map, nothing can slow us down!"

Suddenly, a branch snapped outside. Crimebot's computer-tuned eardrums of course heard this, and he motioned to the others to be quiet. Walking over to a window, he pressed up against a wall. He heard what sounded like gurgling, and while he was busy trying to make it out, something burst through the door!

Ross shot whatever it was four times in the face before Max roundhouse-kicked it in the side of the head, lopping it clear off the body. "What is that thing?" Ross said.
"SEARCHING DATABASE." Crimebot said in a computerized voice, meaning he had gone into his computer network to find information. "I cannot seem to find anything. The closest thing in my database is a document apparently about a top-secret project which leaked onto the internet a couple years back. It was about some scientific experiments that had deadly consequences... the problem is, the consequences didn't stay deadly!!"

Ross looked confused. "That didn't really make any sense," he said to Crimebot.
"Zombies, silly human, zombies! That was a zombie! The thing is, zombies never hunt alone..." Crimebot said.

As if to puncuate Crimebot's sentence with a period and not ellipses like I did, another zombie-thing burst through the window, then another, then another. There were a lot of windows. Ross and Max started firing and kicking respectively, and Crimebot started shooting lasers every which way. More zombies poured through the windows. Ross yelled, but Crimebot could not hear him over the rampant violence. He saw Ross and Max run up the stairs of the Farmhouse, but his path was blocked off by about two dozen zombies, who were proving more resilient than he had guessed they would.

As the zombies closed in around him, he could not help but pull from his memory files images of the dream that he had, that one forbidden dream that he had allowed himself all these nights, of his own demise, and he let out a shrill scream into the dark wintry night as the zombies took hold...