**Chapter 1: Bringing Back the Dead**

"I'm telling you, Stevie, it's a great idea," Rhett said, pacing back and forth in the Good Mythical Morning studio. "We've been in a slump since...you know." Stevie nodded, her eyes fixed on the empty chair where Link usually sat. It had been months since his passing, but the pain still felt fresh. "I know, Rhett. But reanimating Link? Are you sure that's the best idea?" Rhett stopped pacing and turned to face Stevie. "What could possibly go wrong? We've watched all the zombie movies. We know what to expect." Stevie raised an eyebrow. "You think watching a few Romero films is going to prepare us for the apocalypse?" Rhett waved his hand dismissively. "Details, details. We'll figure it out. We just need to get Link back." Stevie sighed, rubbing her temples. "Okay, fine. But if we end up as brain-eating monsters, I'm blaming you." Rhett grinned. "That's the spirit! Now, let's get started. I've got the equipment set up in the green room." The two of them made their way to the green room, where a makeshift laboratory had been set up. Various machines beeped and whirred, with wires and electrodes scattered everywhere. "Okay, so I've got the reanimation device set up," Rhett said, fiddling with a control panel. "All we need to do is input Link's DNA and...voila!" Stevie looked skeptical. "You got his DNA from...?" Rhett pulled out a vial of liquid from his pocket. "I, uh, 'acquired' it from his funeral home. Don't ask." Stevie's eyes widened. "Rhett, you didn't...?" Rhett shrugged. "Desperate times, Stevie. Now, let's get this show on the road." With a deep breath, Rhett flipped a switch, and the machines began to whir and hum. A bright light filled the room, and Stevie covered her eyes. "Rhett, I don't know if this is such a good idea," she said, her voice muffled. Rhett's voice was filled with excitement. "Come on, Stevie, it's going to work! We're going to bring Link back!" The light faded, and Stevie opened her eyes to see...nothing. The room was silent, except for the sound of the machines beeping. "Rhett?" Stevie said, her voice hesitant. "I think we should—" Suddenly, a groan echoed through the room, followed by the sound of shuffling footsteps. Stevie's eyes locked onto the door, her heart racing. "Rhett...I think we should be careful what we wish for..."