3 little pigs my version

One day there were three little pigs who all lived in brick houses. That fateful day a mutant zombie wandered to the field where they lived. The little pigs were scared of mutant zombies because their mum got eaten by one. The pigs were all outside when they saw it. All the pigs ran into their houses as quick as they could, screaming and yelling. Once inside they realised something. The mutant zombie could smash their houses!! For little pig number one he was shaking in anticipation. He knew he was a goner. Suddenly, he had an idea. The mutant zombie smashed the bricks of his house and peered inside to grab the pig and gobble it up. But no! The little pig wasn't there! The mutant zombie scratched his battered head. Where could he have gone? He smashed down more and more of the house until it was a pile of rubble. He roared. It shook the Earth. Meanwhile the first little pig was really in an underground bunker underneath his armchair. The mutant zombie threw furniture aside, smashing the TV, upturning the table, even ripping the floor up! Soon he came to the armchair. He threw it up in the air and brought it crashing on the roof of the second little pigs house. It hit the roof so fast, it splintered into pieces! The mutant zombie saw the trapdoor. He reached down to grab it. His finger grabbed the handle. When he pulled it open something pink and also something shiny flew out of the hole. It was the little pig! He had a sharp axe in his hand and sliced the zombies fingers clean off! The zombie howled in pain. Despite the fact that he was a bedraggled mess, having his fingers sliced off was very painful. He fell backwards and landed on the other two pigs houses, crushing them to smithereens and killing the other two pigs. The first pig felt a mixture of triumph and depression. Happy that he had killed the zombie but sad because his brothers were dead. Nevertheless, the first little pig rebuilt his house and lived happily ever after, never to be bothered by mutant zombies ever again.