As Chad got farther from Bruno's house, the moaning of the rubber statues grew louder. Then there began a creaking squeaking sound as the rubber statues began to move. More like mannequins than people did they move. They were part of Chad, and they needed to be close to him, or at least the rubber bits did. The human inhabitants of the purple rubber sheaths were just blind passengers. Nay not passengers, but prisoners in the rubber suits that moved of their own accord. The statues did not open the doors or windows in Bruno's house, instead they passed through them leaving splintered wood and shattered glass.
So as Chad stood naked in his own shower under the steamy hot spray, about fifty rubber statues ambled through bushes and across streets moving as the crow flies from Bruno's to Chad's house. The purple creatures plunged out of the back hedge and headed through the open French windows and up the staircase in Chad's house. Todd's brother was watching the football game in the basement when he heard movement in the living room, so he went upstairs to investigate. He found himself trapped by the outstretched arms of the purple zombies, and was swept upstairs in the midst of the rubber purple men. He noticed the odd six legged statue straggling thought the French doors while the others already progressed upstairs. It was so bizarre looking that Todd failed to recognize his buddy Rick.
Chad was exiting his bathroom with his towel drying his hair and face, when he felt a rubber clad hand grab his cock.