PlayStation 2:
Tough one, probably the Kingdom Heart series.

PlayStation 3:
Ummmmmmmm.... Probably Modern Warfare 2.

Nintendo Wii:
Either Super Smash Bros. Brawl or Rock Band.

Nintendo DS:
The DS Pokemon games.

GBA:
The GBA Pokemon games.

Xbox:
Halo series.

A heavy thud below echoed throughout the valley. It left a gaping hole in the ground under Mt. Olympus, but it still it stood. "Useless, all of them." The battle was over. Flames still surrounded the great mountain, but it was nothing he couldn't dismiss at will, as of now.

"You have lost Zeus. Even without the Titans to aid me, I have defeated you. And now, I am the King of the gods!" His voice echoed far and wide, carrying over the sound of the fallen Gaia who lingered with Zeus at the bottom of Mount Olympus. The hole above them began to cave in, and they would be trapped under Mt. Olympus for all eternity.

Waving a hand around him, the flames were doused. There was still no peace in him, and through it he could see his downfall, though he knew it not at the time. A woman. Her lavish hair blew in the wind, and on the mortal grounds below him, she was beautiful. Even thought these lands lay scarred, she alone could restore them with her beauty.

With his wrath done, and his goals accomplished, he could now live in glory; and so, he would take this woman as his wife.

Three Months Later . . .

A child was born. Son of Kratos, an heir to the throne of the gods. But while Kratos ruled in power and glory, someone somewhere had other plans, quickly gaining power to use against the King of the gods. "Kra. . . tos. . . I've not forgotten what you've done. . .to me. I shall have. . . my revenge".

"Alexander, go and fetch me some water. Then, we'll go hunting on the grounds below." Alexander perked up. At age 17, with nothing else to do, hunting was his life. But Kratos wanted more than that for him. He knew that someday his time would be up, and he wanted his son to rule properly.

As Alexander ran down to the water caverns, Kratos looked to his wife, beckoning her to him. "Matilda, I have to make you understand: being the King calls for my own many duties, but because I am not guaranteed an infinite life, Alexander must be taught my ways."

Matilda frowned, curling her eyebrows. She worried about the boy enough. She didn't need his father killing him. "Don't worry," he said to her softly. "I'll be careful not to bang him up to badly." Alexander returned just in time as well. "Grab your sword boy. Hunting has been canceled for the day."

Taking a swig of his drink, Kratos placed the golden cup on the ground. "Today, you become a warrior. And as such, my lieutenant. After today, you will build an army. An army greater than that of even my precious Sparta." Alexander nodded silently.

Over to his right, a bright curved scimitar (longer than average), hanged proudly on the wall, beside a second of exact similarities. It's golden hilt flowed nicely with it's sharp steel. Watching his father, he approached the edge of Mount Olympus nervously. "I never did like this," he said aloud.

Kratos laughed, his back turned to the sky behind him. "Come on. It won't kill you." We winked, and fell. Alexander followed, but facing forwards instead, his hands to his sides. As they met in the air, Kratos called, "I'll race you to the bottom!" Alexander smiled, and pushed himself forwards like a rocket, Kratos at his heels.

As they landed, again leaving craters in the ground below, the mortals around them bowed, in awe at their god. "Stand to your feet. You are not lowly servants. All I ask is that you continue to be loyal to me, my people." They cheered, and Alexander watched.

Kratos bid goodbye to the people in front of him, his loyal mortals. Pointing to the empty desert to the east, Kratos vanished, fire behind him. Alexander was shocked! He'd never seen his father move so fast; he could only imitate him.

With a screeching halt, as Alexander appeared behind him, Kratos attacked without warning. "Be ready!" he cried, and they sparred for hours on end. Still, Kratos wielded the blades of Athena, now the blades of Truth. They clashed with Alexander's Forgotten Scimitars, all too perfectly. Creating sonic booms and vast waves of energy; one of the many reasons this barren desert existed.

When their battle was over, they had unveiled Alexander's true strength, but not his full potential. "We're not done yet boy." They again sped away, this time into the blackest night; one Kratos would not soon forget.

They slowed their speed, as they came to yet another barren wasteland. "Where are we father?" Alexander asked confused. Kratos said nothing, but instead took a few steps back behind Alexander. "Father?" A bright light shone reflecting in the moon, and then, many more of it, filling the sky with a line of silver that night. "What is--oh!" Alexander took a giant flip backwards, as the hail of arrows landed in perfect alignment in front of him.

Kratos held out a hand and called, "Cease fire you ingrates!" Alexander was still utterly confused. "Who are you talking to? There's clearly no one there. It has to be the work of a sorcerer. One of great magic." But he was wrong. A wicked wind came from the depths of the desert, blowing sand in a sickening circle in the air, clouding their view.

As it cleared, a large monument was floating in the air. It's cold black bricks haunted the evening sky, as it's chains whipped about in the wind, freely. "You told me this temple was destroyed," Alexander said with a sigh. "What does this mean? What are you after?" Kratos stepped forward, and waved a hand under the 'floating' monument.

Where Kronos once crawled, Gaia had taken his place. "I'm after nothing Alexander. All treasures of Pandora have come to my hand many a year ago. What is now, is your chance to bring about your full potential. Inside awaits a warlock. He has great magic, and through his teachings you may even be able to rival me."

A sweeping punch from Gaia was blocked by the single hand of Kratos, who slammed it back to the ground. "Move again woman, and you will have your every limb ripped from your body!" She groaned, unable to muster any more strength. Alexander grinned. "Is that it father? Really? This won't make much for a good story to my children one day."

Kratos pushed him forwards. "I can't give away all the secrets of the temple you fool. Now go. If you come out alive, we feast. If you die, then I'll have to find another heir to my throne." Alexander scoffed, as he approached Gaia's hind legs, grinding his scimitars into them and climbing upwards. In all, it took him 40 days to reach the Temple's gates (stopping for rest in between, and hunting for food).

The large metal gates appeared average, but very tall. He pushed them open quietly, but regardless, the enemy knew he had arrived.

Two undead legionnaires dragged forth a mighty beast; a Hades minotaur. It roared madly, spewing hot ash and flame from it's mouth, snapping at the legionnaires. Alexander acted quickly. He sprinted forth, attempting to knock the beast off balance immediately. With great force, the minotaur lunged a fist from hell down upon Alexander, dragging the legionnaire with it.

Luckily, Alexander saw it coming. He slid beneath the beast just in time, slicing it's Achilles Tendon, and bringing it to a knee. The wiser legionnaire freed the minotaur, and attacked Alexander with it's wide blade-arm. He parried, spinning and kicking the legionnaire in it's chest, knocking it backwards. As it began to fall, Alexander sprang forth and drove his scimitars into the legionnaire's chest, ripping it open wide in an upwards motion, taking off it's head in the process.

The blood splatter hit the stunned minotaur, enraging it. It reached wildly behind itself, grabbing for Alexander, who moved, and sliced the beast's second Achilles Tendon, bringing it to it's knees. The beast slammed angrily at the ground in front of him, tearing up large chunks of brick, hurling them backwards at Alexander. He was caught in the face, scarring his right eye.

"Bastard." Alexander pushed from the ground with his strong legs, and drove his scimitars into the Minotaur's shoulders. It cried out in pain, and reached for Alexander, but he sliced off it's hand, and used a scimitar (tossing it) to pin it's hand to the ground. With his right scimitar free for use, he snatched it from the beast's shoulder, and used it to hold the monster's head up high.

Alexander smiled, jumping down and swinging around the monster's head, slicing it's neck. On his second trip around it's neck, he kicked the beast's head off, taking his scimitar with him, and landing atop the head, crushing it, spewing the tiny brain it had at his feet.

"That wasn't so bad. If this is all I'm to expect, then this should be no problem." He looked forwards to the great doors of Pandora's Temple. Unfortunately, he wasn't done at the entrance just yet.

A trumpet sounded, and in unison, dozens of archers came forth at the top of the temple, in front of the main doors, and around Alexander. Their leader, trumpet still in his hand, waved a hand forward, to signal their immediate fire.

Alexander couldn't run, so instead, he would take them all out in one shot. "Quickly!" he thought to himself. He picked up his second scimitar and locked the two together, creating a loud buzzing noise. He wrenched them forth, and a super sonic wave emitted from them, knocking the archer's in front of him unconscious, and shaking the temple before him.

Being the only remaining archer, their leader leaped from atop Pandora's Temple with the bow still in his hand. "Maybe you're not so stupid after all," said the funny looking monster-archer.

Alexander raised an eyebrow.

"You can speak? N-never mind that. You're in my way." Alexander pushed the beast aside, but was pinned to the doors by a barrage of arrows from the archer leader. "Don't walk away from me, son of Kratos. If you wish to enter these doors, you must prove yourself worthy."

Alexander had no time for this. He wrenched the arrows from his clothing, and shattered them. As he hit the ground, everything around him began to spin, and a black portal dragged him under. He yelped in surprise as he fell downwards for what seemed like an eternity.

"He'll never kill the old man," the archer murmured quietly.

In the beginning, there existed the Great Mother (space) and the Great Father (time). And they grew lonely, and so they birthed the Primal Trinity: Wen (sea), Fang (land), and Tien (sky). And they were content. Ages passed, and the Great Mother and the Great Father grew restless once more. And so they created Shui (life) and Shan (death). Shui had the power of creation, and many things sprung to life where he walked. Shan had dominion over uncreation, and all things withered and died when he approached. Ages past, with Shui and Shan keeping all things in balance, as was planned. Yet, inside Shan there began to grow a deep hatred for Shui. Here was one who was never alone, and would never understand the loneliness that Shan had to endure. Shan soon began to try to usurp Shui's domain, and break the delicate balance that had held the world in harmony for so many eons. And so, Shan broke the ancient treaty and used his power to create. Horrific demons and fiends sprung to the earth, destroying and deforming all they touched.

In panic, Shui appealed to his elder brothers and sister. Wen and Fang were both being ravaged by the evil creations of Shan, and agreed to help Shui craft a series of champions that would have power over land and sea, and hopefully the strength to end Shan.

Tien, on the other hand, despised her brothers and joined with Shan, helping him create a team of champions to counter Shui's.

With creation's very existence on the brink of destruction, can balance ever be restored?

I'll be blunt with you, I'm not even fucking sure how this happened.

One second we were flying over the Bermuda Triangle, nearing that new island that was 'found'. The next second we were shot down by kamikaze DOLPHINS.

No, I am not shitting you.

Kamikaze-fucking-dolphins.

Our pilot, some deuchebag, flew lower down as some storm was brewin'. And well, you don't want to be caught in a storm in the Bermuda Triangle right? Well, you see, as we were flying lower down we were more or less scraping against the ocean. Which isn't a problem, we were in one of those aquatic airplane-watchcallits.

And the next second a dolphin flings itself into one of our engines.

Right, well besides the fact that we were bombarded by purple... Blood. We had one of our engines destroyed.

So we're surfing on a pissed off ocean with a plane that can't even fly.

And then you know what happens?

We find the island.

As if some celestial being was giving us the finger, the island just appeared in front of us. Meters away.

Oh, did I forget to mention our 'destroyed' engine happens to be on fire? Yeah. Generally when a vehicle is on fire that doesn't bode well for any living being within a good 5 feet of it.

So I jumped.

Landed in the ocean, and swam.

Got to the beach of the island, and dragged myself ashore.

Now I'm hiding in some funny looking bushes and it happens to be the afternoon. I don't know what'll happen, if anything will happen next. Maybe I'll just die of hypothermia or something.

~ Adolf

The man that had been writing paused for a brief moment. His cloths were ragged and torn, dark grey, and vaguely militaristic. Some sort of assault rifle was beside him, his ever so vigilantly nearby it. He was indeed behind some bushes, with his back resting against a tree.

Suddenly, voices.

Maybe about 3 or so feet in front of him were two men. Both donned bronze chest plates and holding spears of great length. A shield was in their other hand, along with a funny looking helmet that remind him of a Spartan.

Wait.

They were Spartans.

Adolf's hand instantly went to his rifle and in a single fluid motion pressed the trigger. Out came a spray of bullets which easily and mercilessly killed the men standing before him. Their shields clanged as they hit the floor and blood splattered around the area.

Adolf stood up. He could hear the faint sound of footsteps. More of them.

Gritting his teeth, his shoulder was now in full view as he wasn't partially covered in bush.

There was an image of a black swastika.

You are part of a group of young, fresh university graduates. You have been 'drafted' into this group, for the purpose of exploring an odd island. Each of the individuals in your group have a specialization that is supposedly needed. What concerns you is that the project is incredibly secretive. Could there be more to this whole thing?

Most likely, yes. In any case, you were hired to do this job and you being payed well. Besides, the governments of many nations are funding you. What could possibly go wrong?

Name: (Self explanatory.)
Age: (Within reason seeing as you're a college graduate.)
Gender: (Male/Female/It)
Specialties: (Whether you're a Doctor or Mechanic or Historian, etc.)
Biography: (Some basic info about character's past and stuff. Personality can go here too if you want.)
Other: (Basically if you want to say something just so we know.)

For thousands of years, the most common belief was that one entity created the universe and all of its life. What they did not account for was that the Creator established a second universe to house the failed designs that could not be tossed away. Now, having completely failed in the Creator's original will, Humans have been moved to this second universe. Believing that the tribulation had occured, these Humans set forth to make settlements upon this "Salvation" as they call it. Other names have included "The Promise Land," "The Kingdom of Heaven," and "The Holy Land." In truth, the Creator only creates, and whatever he sees unfit to live in the first Universe, he moves to that second Universe, dumping them with his Authoritative race, the Acularans.

Now, as it has been a century since the humans were moved to the "Salvation," the first war had started. The other races, especially the Vampiri, have established a deep loathing for the humans. The only race that are willing to aide the humans are the Shakari, whom has a deep loathing for the Vampiri. So, the first war begins with the Vampiri and Hmarrah assaulting the human's capital city, Saradom.

Aside from the war, the three other races, the Adkularans, Angeli, and the Horsemen are locked within debate. It is undecided between these three about whether or not to intervene in the Mortal Races' affairs. The Horsemen are readily supporting the act of war, the Angeli are completely against it, and the Acularans are the last to decide.

Humans are the youngest and the least powerful race. Their weaponry is their machinery. Their capital city iis Saradom, located to the Northern Glaciers. After extensive research, they have found ways to harvest energy and resources from the Ice in the north, so most of their settlements are in the Polar regions.

One of the oldest races of the Mortals. Their power is their spiritual energy as well as their weaponry. Their capital city is Artarious, located near the largest lake on the world just south of the Polar Regions. The Shakari populate most of the globe, so their settlements are more spread out.

The most intelligent and advanced of the Mortals. Vampiri resemble that os Vampires on the Humans' old Universe. The differences are that Vampiri do not need to feed on blood, and they are not harmed by sunlight. Each one carries enough neural energy to power the entire city of New York for centuries. Their capital city is Bellaesam, located just north of the Volcanic Lands in the south.

Hmarrah are dangerous creatures, and demonic too. Their power is what fuels their hunger, fire. Being blind to the world, they rely on their other senses, such as Hearing, Smell, Touch, and Taste, to travel around. Resembling that of werewolves from the Humans' old Universe, Hmarrah usually reside in packs along the Darklands to the East, the Volcanic Lands in the south, and the Deserts to the West. Their capital city is Jerus, located deep within the Darklands in the East.

There only three Adkularan in the world. Henyair Alarune Jencrail the head of the Adkularans. They are the oldest and most powerful race in the world. Though never are they worshipped by anyone. As far as anyone believes, the Adkularans are myth and legend.

There are only two Angeli in the world. Both of whom share the same amount of power, and each have important roles in the world. One of them, known as the Chronicler, is worshipped by the Shakari and Vampiri. The other, known as the Father, acts as the lord of the Afterlife and is considered myth as well.

The Four Horsemen govern the death and destruction in the world. Each one is charged with a specific role in the world. War upon a Red Horse, Conquer upon a White Horse, Famine upon a Black Horse, and Death upon a Pale Horse. The Captain, who is of the Adkularan, commands the Horsemen.

Name: F'krrar Revk
Age: 20 (hey, that's 140 in doggy years )
Race: Hmarrah
Appearance: Stands at about 6"4', he appears shorter because he is often slouched over. Wears black with patterned gray armor. The armor covers his chest, shoulders, wrists/hands shins/feet. His helm has no eye holes (bloody useless those would be), but leaves holes in the top for his ears, and opens up at the bottom (think of a Greek Spartan helm, minus eye holes and more canine shaped). A crest of dark blue fur sprouts out the back, although the soot from the environment has colored it mostly black. His natural claws are enhanced by gauntlets that end in long, wicked steel claws.

Power: Fire (mastered) and Air (partial)

Bio: F'krrar comes from the proud line of Revk, who has produced many fine warriors for the Hmarrah tribes. Bred and trained from birth, he hopes to take his place among the elite soldiers to proudly serve the Hmarrah in battle. Having finally come to age, he is now an official warrior. While highly trained, he has not seen real battle, and has the impetuousness of youth. He often thinks his elders move too slowly in deliberation, and would rather attack now and ask questions later. Perhaps some of this urgency comes from a deep yearning to prove himself every bit the warrior as the name he carries implies. His father, Hyrr Revk, died a hero at the Battle of Blood's Moon, when F'krrar was very young. Having been raised by the community, and always hearing about the might of the father he never knew, he has a deep hidden feeling inadequacy and a strong desire to prove himself. Untested, he is eager to join the war against the humans and prove his valor.

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Name: Mari Phantomhive
Age: 20
Race: Vampiri
Appearance: Mari's blue and silver tinted hair is cut to her neck, like a boys' basic cut. She wears an eyepatch over her right eye, overlapping that with her bangs. She does this to cover the pentacle which stained her eye at birth. She's seen as a "small" girl, describing her height and basic figure. Her type of casual clothing would be a white v-neck, a black tie, black jeans, and a black buttoned-down shirt. Her style is mostly around black and white colors and she never shifts away from it.
Power: Fire
Bio: At the time of birth, Mari was born with a pentacle on her right eye, which is a sign of a Faustian contract. Since she couldn't have been alive to make such a deal, a rumor spread that she was "chosen" by a Devil-like creature, unable to resort to the evil of the Devil himself. Even though she was a beautiful feminine baby girl, her parents were convinced to give her away as a baby and sent her to an adoption house where Mari was raised as a naive and quiet child, never revealing to much about herself. From there, she was kicked out of the house once her pentacle was revealed and vowed to always where an eyepatch over it.

Out of a safe shelter, Mari had to live on her own for four years, finding who she is and who she wants to become. She wants to reveal who her true self really was in the past, but also find who she wants to be in the future. Settling for a dream, Mari existed to reach out to others and live for their lives since she doesn't know anything about hers. But her dream was easily crushed, being known as a freak around the parts of New York for wearing an eyepatch. Trying to make a new name for herself, she cut her hair short and began to feel the pain that was aching her for so long. Why was there a pentacle on her right eye? Why was she feared by many and mistunderstood by lots?

Not much about Mari has been known nor does she have any idea where she comes from. For years to come, she doubted who she was as a person, and presented herself as nothing more but sometime taking up space.

Even if someone has lost its purpose, the fact that she remains is a memory of a time when she had a reason to exist.

Will she find another reason?

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Name: Metiyu Crystale (Meti for Short)
Age: 24
Race: Shakari
Appearance: Power: Fire(Mastered) and Earth(Intermediate)
Bio: Metiyu Crystale was born in the heart of Artarius. Since he was about 5, Meti practiced in his family's traditional Fire Manipulation. Being 24, he has become quite artistic with his fire abilities and has also learned some of Earth Manipulation. For four years, he had served in the military, fighting along side his fellow Shakari and the humans in retaliation against the Vampiri and Hmarrah. His closest friend's name is Live Morgan, a human with deadly skills as a scout-warrior.
Meti is usually a hot headed individual, but there are times when he actually takes tme to think deeply, which is usually when he's not in combat or when he's playing chess with Live. He was once married to a human girl, but he had left her behind to fight in the war. This sometimes distracts him, because he still regrets leaving his wife, who's name was Sandry, and he misses her a lot.

Name: Live Morgan
Age: 23
Race: Human
Appearance: Power: N/A
Bio: Live Morgan was born in the heart of Saradom. When he was 13, he began training as a scout, learning various martial arts. Now that he's 23, he's become a particularly skilled warrior. Being friends with Metiyu Crystale, he's seen the deep secrets of Shakari art and combat, so he has a little experience under Shakari forms of hand-to-hand fighting too. Right now, he wields a long sword hand-crafted by the Shakari to be light-weight and able to retain it's sharp edge. He sheiths it on his back.
He does not believe in using fire-arms, like the other humans do. He finds them cowardly and tedious to refill after a clip is spent. He's not as hot-headed as Meti is. Instead, he likes to think during combat, for ways to gain advantages over the enemy. He too had a wife, but she was murdered by a female Vampiri, who tried to seduce him, but he slain her easily enough. Thanks to that, his expressions are usually calm and emotionless.

“Um, guys, I think we should get going.” Ricky said standing up and walking towards the car. “So, we’re going to the Grafton High School, right?”
“Yeah, that’s the nearest evac station. I don’t know where their taking us, but it’s away from here.” Brad said and walked to the Stratus. Everyone piled into the cars, and they drove off, the squealing of the tires making the groaning un-hearable.
“Hold on!” Justin yelled as he drove into the crowd of zombies blocking their path. Their spines cracked and snapped, and blood splattered over the windshield. Ribs were stuck on the car, along with other miscellaneous organs and bones as they drove to their escape route. As they drove smashing through the endless crowd of zombies, trying not to drive into a pole or tree, they noticed the Evac Station up ahead. The building did not look like a school anymore. Now, it looked like just a huge cheesy ghost costume. The building was covered in what looked like a giant white building.
“Oh…Crap.” Ricky said as he saw it. There was yet another crowd of zombies attacking people.
Justin started to pull over when Brad said, “No! We have to try and help them, we have weapons now.”
Justin’s phone started ringing and when he answered it Ricky said, “Callum and Joe say we should stay here and help. What about you?”
“Yeah, let’s stay.” When they pulled over the cars they all piled out. Callum noticed immediately two people in the crowd fighting zombies.
“Guys! It’s Jake and Matt!” Callum shouted and they all looked. Jake and Matt were the wimpiest kids on their school. They were the dictionary definition of ‘loser’. Keyword is “were”. They were immediately eaten by the zombies and that was that. Their death was unlike any other one that zombies caused. They didn’t go down in a blaze of glory, they just went down. “Oh…um…. Well, oh well…” Callum said and looked away.
Brad squinted her eyes and then opened them wide. “Over here! It’s Sarah and Bauer!”
Sarah Grant is Brad's best friend and a really tough chic. She's holding her way against the zombie's; decapitating them with a fire ax covered in clotted thick blood. Bauer is, well, Bauer's Bauer. He's holding a shotgun in his hand, blasting at the zombie's heads. Suddenly, his gun jammed and he threw it at the zombies. Brad took off running, going to help Sarah fight off the horde while the guys went to get Bauer out of the mass of zombies. Sarah and Bauer uttered sighs of relief as the mass of survivors began to fight the clomp of zombies attacking with great gusto. Brad tossed Bauer her crowbar so he wouldn't be totally defenseless. The boys were all hacking at the zombies while the girls were encircled fighting back to back. Sarah leapt forward without Brad realizing it and started raining down on a gaggle of zombies. Brad roared in pain as a zombie dragged its ragged claws down her back tearing her loose cotton t-shirt. She spun around and sent its head flying. She could feel a steady stream of blood flow down her back and pool onto the hard concrete already covered with the thick zombie blood.
“Brad!” Dominic swung his arms around behind him and pulled out the pistols. He closed his eyes and thought, ‘God, I hope this works.’ He shot the pistols at the zombies head and blew it off.
“Thanks, ow…” Brad said while she felt the blood on the back of her neck.
Ricky and Justin ran over. “Guys, we have a plan. We just need to get through them.” Justin said and pointed to a gas can behind the crowd of zombies.
“We get that, spread it around, and blow this place sky high.” Ricky said, arming his zombie leg.
“We’ll back you up.” Sarah and Bauer said together.
“Let’s do this.” Callum said, starting up his chainsaw.
Joe armed his sword, staying silent and charged into the group of zombies, hacking away at them. Brad soon followed after getting a grip on her sword. Callum then dashed in with his chainsaw. “Sarah, Bauer, take these.” Dominic threw each of them a pistol and grabbed his bat and hatchet. “I’m gonna beat these guys my way.” Dominic ran in and Ricky soon followed. Sarah, Bauer, and Justin stayed behind and shot at the zombies.
The zombies were a good distance away from the High School, and they soon surrounded the group.
“Brad, Callum, Joe, Ricky, back me up, I think I can make it. I just need a small opening.” They all nodded. They all knew Dominic was not the fastest of the group, but he was the hardest to stop. He was built like a tank and as persistent as they come. Brad, Callum, Joe, and Ricky hacked away at one small section of zombies as Dominic ran through. Zombies were dragging on his shirt and pants, but he didn’t stop. He reached the gas can and grabbed it. “Justin! Think fast! Get Down!” Dominic threw the gas can in the air, as far as he could, and everybody ducked. Justin shot the gas can and it blew up. The zombies flesh started burning and dissolving. They started slowing down and falling over. The air was filled with a luminous glow as the small flames twinkled down.
Sarah, Bauer, and Justin stopped shooting to look around. All the zombies were lying in pieces on the ground and the ragged group of survivors was all breathing harshly dripping in blood especially Brad. She was deathly pale from lack of blood. The now blood-soaked group of teenagers (and Ricky and Justin) made their way into the creepy shroud that was once the Grafton High School.
Suddenly Dominic, Brad, and Sarah saw someone they knew.
“Oh. My. God. Kierdan?!” Dominic ran up. “Knew you lived in Grafton, and I’m happy your alive, but what are you doing here?!” Kierdan was a friend of Dominic and Brad's. Sarah had met him once but Dom and Brad knew him from a haunted house they we're at with friends. Now they were living in a real life horror story. Ooooooooo. Brad tried to smile at Kierdan. Instead she fell to the ground and the vivid scratch marks on her back were an ugly color between red and purple. Brad's forehead was heavy with sweat and it mixed with blood and dirt to run in streaks down her face. Justin had been smart enough to grab some simple first aid kits and bandaged up her torn back. She mustered the energy to stand and gave a weak smile.
"Hey Kierdan do u know where the nearest evac station is?" Dom asked, leaving Sarah to tend to her wounded best friend.
"I heard the nearest one now is in Milwaukee. They are leaving it open for another week before the stop evacuating people. I also heard they are taking us to cruise boats on the ocean until the infection subsides." Kierdan rubbed the shotgun he cradled in his left arm. He had a large backpack on his back with the butts of several other guns sticking out. The sharp indentations dotting the backpack led Dom to believe that Kierdan had a lot of ammo stuffed into the bag.
"Well, we got to make our way to Milwaukee." Dom decided. Brad looked up from where she was resting on the ground, gulping down the water Sarah had handed to her.
"Just one problem." she told the guys. "We blew up the cars." Brad pointed to the smoldering vehicles with the zombie carcasses plastered on them.
"Ah, crap." Callum muttered. "How are we supposed to walk to Milwaukee if Brad can hardly even stand?"
"Well... I might have a way." Kierdan smiled.
“And that would be?” Callum said walking forward. “My names Callum, the fat guys Bauer, and the guy with the sword is Joe.”
“And the two older guys are my brothers.” Dominic said.
“Nice to meet you guys.” Kierdan said and pointed to a couple of ATV’s. “We can grab those and head to the next nearest Evac Station; I hear it’s in Milwaukee.”
“Should be fun. Brad’s hurt though, and we’re going to double up anyways, so who you want to ride with Brad?” Justin said, cleaning up the first aid kit he was using.
“Guess I’ll go with Sarah.” Brad said and leaned against Sarah.
“Fine with me, I know how to drive.” Sarah said and helped Brad stand.
“And something about that really scares me…” Dominic said taking one step back.
“Ha ha.” Sarah laughed sarcastically.
“Let’s just hope in and go.” Bauer said.
They hopped into the ATV’s, the pairs being: Brad and Sarah, Callum and Joe, Dominic and Bauer, Ricky and Justin, and Kierdan were by himself.
As they started the ATV’s the engines sputtered and for a second their hopes of transportation were lost, but then, as if someone had heard their pleas for it to start, all of the engines started simultaneously. They drove off towards Milwaukee, with a long road ahead (literally). Almost immediately after departing the evac station, they saw someone else they knew, Quentin Luike. He was a short kid with short, dark, brown hair. A group of zombies were swarming over him. They saw his face for only a second before they covered him completely. Just a second later, they moved back and there was a gaping wound in Quentin’s neck. Blood gushed out as he screamed in pain. Everybody was too stunned to even move. Quentin’s skin started to grow very pale, and his eyes rolled over. He didn’t fall, but he just stood there, his screams now non-existent. Scabs started appearing across his body. Everyone realized what just happened; they just witnessed what happened to the rest of their family and friends. Brad and Sarah gasped, and Callum just whispered “No…” Everybody else was too disturbed and sad about what just happened to say anything. Sarah was the first one to snap out of it and restarted her ATV. She drove off Brad whimpering behind her... Brad was sorta friends with Quentin and it’s hard to see someone you know turn into a zombie. Callum and Joe drove off after them with Dominic and Bauer right behind them. Ricky and Justin brought up the rear, keeping an eye on the zombies. Kierdan was way off to the side, keeping to himself. He feels a little out of it so Brad has Sarah pull over to him.
"Hey, Kierdan?" Brad asked. "What happened?"
"Apparently the government created a new strain of some disease and was trying to create a cure for it when one of their workers sold it on the black market. Like some kind of domination weapon. But, when the disease was released it quickly became air-born and spread across the world in a matter of hours."
"That's not what i meant." Brad growled. "Where are Nick and Mitch?" Brad refers to Kierdan's friends from the haunted house.
"Mitch got hit with the strain and killed Nick." Kierdan looked straight ahead yet Brad was still able to see the single tear roll down his cheek. "I shot Mitch."
Brad decided to shut up and stop asking questions for the first time in her life. Instead she gripped Sarah's waist tighter and laid her head down. In fact the group of survivors sat in silence for about twenty minutes. That's when something popped into Callum's head.
"Where exactly in Milwaukee is the evac station?" Milwaukee is a big city.
"I think its Miller Park." Sarah said.
They group were approaching the outskirts of Milwaukee when the dozens of cars on the road stopped them. Silently they got off the atvs and decided to walk the rest of the way. Sarah had her arm around Brad for support while the other was clutching her hatchet in a death grip. Bauer had given Brad her crowbar back so she had that out and the sword on her back. All the others had their weapons out and Kierdan had given had given Bauer a shotgun to replace the one that had jammed. They walked down the deserted streets at a snail's pace because of Brad.
When they approached the large, lighted stadium, they heard more groans.
“They’re coming…” Ricky said.
“Then let’s hurry up and get in already.”Justin said and walked into the stadium.
The stadium was bright and for a second, no one could say anything. When they were able to see they saw a 6 foot tall zombie, armed to the teeth with knives. But, this one was like the last; he had horns and red eyes.
“Another one of these things?” Callum said and started his chain saw.
“Ha ha! I’ve got you now, pathetic fools!” The creature said.
“Whoa, whoa. Did you just… Talk?!” Joe said, speaking for the first time in a while.
“So, you’ve noticed I’m not like the others? I am what my species calls a ‘Necron’. I am more advanced, smarter, and stronger.”
“Crap, this doesn’t look good.” Kierdan said as he noticed bodies laying on the ground.
“Oh, my god.” Bauer said
“Dominic, take these.” Kierdan threw Dominic 2 .34’s
“Thanks. Sarah, Take care of Brad, she is in no condition to fight this thing right now. Keep her safe.” Dominic said and pulled out his baseball bat. “I’m going to have some fun with this guy.”
Everybody stopped and stared at him for a second. “Dominic…You sound almost heroic….” Sarah said as she leads Brad away.
“Well…hey… I guess I do.” Dominic said as he stared at the creature.
“Well, then, if your done!” The creature threw 1 of his knives at Dominic. He was stronger alright. The knife moved faster than anything he’s ever seen. Dominic, on instinct, swung the bat as hard as he could and hit the knife dead on. The knife flew at the creature with even greater speed, but he dodged it with ease.
With increasing intensity the Necron through his knives at Dominic and each time Dom hit them back. Some hit their targets but many whisked past it. Suddenly, the Necron turned and threw a knife at Brad, the weakest person there at the moment. (She could be strongest if she wasn't half dead from lack of blood) Brad had her crowbar out and just managed to deflect the knife. Dominic's eyes got a very hard sheen to them and he swung harder than ever when the Necron chucked another knife at him. This knife imbedded itself deep into its neck and it howled in pain. Joe tossed Dom his sword. Everyone was lined up to the side near where Sarah and placed Brad. All had their weapons out and where ready to jump in if Dom failed. Swinging wildly Dom got a shot in at the Necron's neck. It half severed the creature's head and he grabbed Dominic in its grimy paws.
"Give up and your death will be swift. Fight and i'll make you watch as i slowly tear apart your friends starting with the little one." The Necron refereed to Brad and Dominic heard Sarah let out a low growl. When they were all about to jump in to save Dominic he raised his hand and brought down his neck across it's stubby neck. The crusted knife in his hand took off the Necron's head and it slumped to the ground, dead.
Brad and Sarah let out unison screams as the creature's body landed on Dominic crushing him underneath it. The boys and Sarah ran to the body and lifted it off of Dom and saw him lying their seemingly unharmed. Bauer yelled.
"How did you survive that?"
“Wish I could tell ya. I just swung as hard as I could.” Dominic said, walked over to Brad, and smiled. “Not hurt are ya? If you are, then that was pretty much for nothing’.”
“Yeah, I’m fine, thank you.” Brad said and smiled.
Joe walked over and picked up his sword and Dominic’s bat, which now had several puncture marks and was cracking down the middle. He handed the bat to Dominic and said. “Well, now we have even more of a problem on our hands.”
Justin nodded. “This is getting too weird. It’s like some horror movie gone wrong.”
“Listen, Brad still needs medical attention. We need to find some help, and get outta here.” Dominic ripped off one of his sleeves and tied it around his arm, where there were bleeding scratch marks from the Necron they just fought.

Kierdan, Joe, Ricky, and Callum were all checking out the scattered remains of the evac station. Ricky was the one who found the list of evac stations. Many were crossed off but the most prominent one was New Orleans, Louisiana.
"Hey guys!! Does anyone know how we can make it to New Orleans in a hurry?" Ricky asked the survivors.
Sarah smiled deviously before responding. "There's a harbor here you know. Take Lake Michigan all the way down to the Wisconsin then takes the Mississippi until New Orleans!"
"Rock on!! We'll be safe on the boat." Brad giggled.
“Great. Mardi Gras, here we come!” Bauer said and laughed.
“Now to get down to the harbor…” Kierdan said, thinking.
“Well, it’s almost a straight shot from here. About a mile.” Ricky said
“Then let’s get going already!” Sarah said.
The group walked out and was greeted by an empty street.
“Seems like they were afraid of it.” Callum said, hauling his chainsaw.
“I can see the boat.” Brad said, squinting her eyes, and noticing bright lights in the distance.
“Good, that means it’s there.” Justin said, cocking his shotgun.
As they trekked on, they found that they could hear screams in the distance, along with gunfire.
“Found ‘em.” Joe said.
“Get ready. This could be a doozy.” Ricky said.
Brad walked alongside Dominic, now being able to stand more on her own. “Dominic… what you did back there, with that thing…thanks. You really came through.”
Dominic just looked and smiled. “Hey, you gotta do what you gotta do. I just got lucky, I thought I was dead.”
Brad smiled wickedly then ran to catch up with Sarah who was in an argument with Kierdan and Joe on the best way to kill a zombie. The group seemed relaxed to a sort but Dom knew that they'd be ready to fight zombies at a moment’s notice, in fact Joe hasn't sheathed his sword since the ATVs. The group was halfway to the harbor when an all black person jumped out in front of them. Somebody screamed, high-pitched, and the boys looked to Brad and Sarah. In sync the shook their heads and pointed to Bauer. He's visibly horrified. Everyone turned their attention to the person to notice Joe had his sword to the neck of a boy their age they had never seen before. He had black hair and eyes and carried a very beaten up cricket paddle.
"Seriously kid the best way to get yourself killed is to jump in front of a wound-up group of hormone hyped teenagers armed to the teeth with weapons. Plus we outnumber you, big-time.” Joe said and eased up on the sword, when, before he could do anything, the kid had a knife at Joe’s gut. He didn’t pierce him, he just held it there and smiled.
“You’re not the only one with a blade.” The kid said and put the knife away.
“Who are you?” Callum said and approached him.
“Dylan’s my name, zombie slayings my game.” Dylan said and held out his hand.
“That line is really old…Don’t use it.” Callum shook his hand.
After they introduced themselves, they found out that Dylan was in the same situation that they were. His parents were killed, and he was alone. He had Black Belts in several martial arts, and was quick with a blade. The second one Joe found out on his own.
“Listen, we’re going to New Orleans, and you can tag along if you want.” Justin said and pointed to the boat.
“Well, I got nowhere else to go, so why not.” Dylan said. The group loaded onto the boat and it departed almost immediately after they boarded. The boat was indeed just a ferry filled with people. No cars, just a mass amount of people, crammed into a small space. How this was supposed to take them to New Orleans, no one knew. For once, they decided to have some rest. By now, it was almost sunrise, and everybody was exhausted. Everyone sat down on the ground, and leaned against the edge railing. The soft brushing of the waves against the ferry quickly calmed them.
Days past, and time seemed endless. There were a couple of soldiers in uniform that would hand out food to everyone a couple times a day. As they awoke one of the mornings to the soft shining rays of the sun, they noticed that they were almost at their destination. Ricky yawned, stood up, and stretched. He picked up his zombie leg that he was cradling the entire time he was sleeping. He has also officially named it ‘Bessie’. He had no reason, he just felt like it.
“Morning’ everyone.” He said, as he noticed he was the first one of the group up. Dominic slowly opened up his eyes.
“We there yet?” He said and stood up. Over the course of a half hour, everyone else woke up and they could finally see New Orleans.
“Ok Brad, we know where were going, what’s our plan?” Dylan asked, clueless about what they were going to do.
“Why ask me? Oh well. We’re simply going to go to the Evac Station and hope nothing goes wrong this time. Knowing our luck, something will go wrong.” She said, filing him in. Her injuries were now almost healed, and she could walk on her own. The ferry slowed to a stop, and the door opened. The two hundred people poured out in an explosion. As soon as everyone was loaded off, a horde of zombies ambushed everyone. Most of the people did not have weapons, and so, were easy pickings.
Everyone armed their weapons and prepared for battle. Callum started his chainsaw and started running through the crowd of zombies, ripping them to shreds. Scattered flesh and bones law scattered as a single column of zombies was missing. As he ran, he would barely hear the snapping of the bones being crushed by the, spinning, cold, metal blade.
Justin, Bauer, Sarah (who still had Dominic’s .34) and Kierdan shot the shotguns at as many zombies as they could. After hearing gunfire, one or two zombies would fall to the ground. Dylan, Brad and Joe took out their swords and knives, and started to dismember the zombies with the sheer blades penetrating the demonic creatures rotting skin.
Dominic and Ricky ran in together with Bessie and the hatchet, tearing up the zombies with brutal force. Ricky swung Bessie in a complete circle, piling zombies on the blade attached to the shoe. With the zombies smothering the blade, Ricky flung them off with all of his strength. The heads ripped off of the shoulders and left the bodies scattered. When it was all over, everything was in a bloody mess. All of the previous passengers were dead. They were the only survivors of the brutal battle.
"Jesus Christ! It's like they knew we were coming." Brad said, examining a zombie with her foot. Sarah was next to her, trying to clean the blood off of her face and only succeeding in smearing it around more. Dominic was watching over Joe as he bandaged the back of Callum's hand. The few scratches on Callum's hand were the only wounds the group had suffered, being almost experts at attacking zombies. Dylan was walking through the mass of bodies, looking for any survivors of the brutal massacre.
"It probably was, Brad. Those Necron's are getting smarter every day." Ricky said, gripping Bessie so tightly his knuckles were white. Brad turned to the sun that had been rising during the fight and noticed something. "Red sun rises. This is going to be a very bad day." Brad knew a lot of sailor's proverbs and one of them was 'Red sun at night, sailors delight, Red sun in the morning sailors take warning.' She could tell something even worse than the massacre was going to happen. "Everyone be on guard. I don't know loads about N'awlins but I do know that there are a lot of places a zombie can hide and attack." Brad said New Orleans the traditional French way of N'awlins like her mother had. Bauer opened his mouth to say something when both Joe and Dylan shushed him. They heard something and the others strained to hear. There! A faint growling so soft it could be the wind. The group backed up until they were all in a circle, backs to the inside. From all sides, even the water, came an odd assortment of zombies, not the Necrons but yet the regular zombies they fought earlier. Each survivor gripped their weapons a bit tighter and felt their defenses kick into hyper-drive.
“These things never stop coming! Guys, this may be the end.” Dominic said and held his hatchet with 2 hands. Callum, who was standing right next to Dominic, punched him in the gut.
“Callum!” Everyone gasped
“Dominic, you would never give up that easy. Snap out of it, you sorry excuse for a man. We’re not dead yet.” Callum said, glaring at Dominic.
“Heh, you’re right. Thanks Callum, I needed that.” Dominic smiled at Callum when the horde of odd zombies started charging at the group.
“Guys, there’s no way we can take them all, we’ve gotta escape somehow!” Bauer said as he started shooting at them.
“I think I may have an idea…” Dylan said as he threw a knife at a hanging vine above them. The vine broke and a gigantic tree branch fell down crushing a row of zombies. “Won’t get rid of ‘em. But, it’ll help.” They were still being crunched together from 3 sides. Dominic looked all around, for something, anything, that would help them. Then, he gave up as he saw the zombies suddenly stopped and parted aside. Everyone stared intently at the opening. A figure emerged from the crowd of zombies. This was another Necron, with horns and piercing red eyes. But this one was different; this one had six, sharp, 5 foot long, edged tentacles jutting out of its back. They waved freely and they had an ominous black glow around them. The Necron spread its arms and laughed. “Hello, more humans for me to feast! Now then, who’s first?” The Necron stared straight at Dominic.”Heh, you look delicious.” The Necron charged at Dominic and one of its tentacles flew out. Dominic did not have enough time to react when he heard Ricky and Justin scream in unison.
“Get the hell away from my brother!” They shouted and Ricky slammed Bessie down on the tentacle attacking Dominic. Justin then shot his shotgun straight at its gut. The Necron screamed in pain as guts spilled out of the hole in its stomach. It pulled back and the tentacle ripped off of its back. It lay on the ground and he started to laugh. The hole in its stomach started to grow back and another tentacle started to grow again. Ricky grabbed Bessie and backed away.
“How do we kill this thing?” Sarah said, shocked and disturbed.
"Fire." Dylan breathed.
"What chu say?" Callum asked, revving up his chainsaw.
"I said we need to burn him and decapitate it." Dylan responded throwing one of his knives at the Necron's head.
"Look you guys hold it off i'll search the boat for some kind a bomb or somethin'. I mean ya never know?" Brad ran back onto the ferry while the others fought off the Necron.
Everything was going smoothly on their end until one of the Necron's tentacles wrapped itself around Dylan's arms, rendering him helpless. Before anyone could react the creature sunk its teeth into Dylan's neck. But, instead of ripping out his throat it dropped Dylan. Everyone turned to see Sarah firing at the Necron's head. With Dylan's still body at his feet, the Necron's tentacles flew at all the survivors. They wrapped around them and slowly started squeezing the life out of the kids.
"Hey, ugly, over here!" Dominic looked over to see Brad standing on the ferry railing holding a smoldering pipe bomb in her right hand. Kierdan, Sarah, Justin, and Bauer all shot at the zombie’s stomach. The bullets ripped the skin opened and left a giant hole. She threw it at the hole in the Necron and it landed, and stayed.
“No! How?!” The hole started to heal, and as it did, the bomb stayed. Moments later, it exploded.
The tentacles dropped the survivors while Brad jumped at the Necron, sword at the ready. The Necron was so occupied with putting out the fire it didn't notice when Brad landed on its smoldering shoulders. But, it did feel as his head went rolling on the ground after Brad brought her sword through its stubby neck. Brad jumped to the ground, protecting Dylan's body as burning Necron bits flew through the air. When the fire consumed its corpse, the survivors crowded around Dylan's still body. Or so they thought. When Brad lifted Dylan's necklace of creepiest charms off his body, Dylan's arm reached out and grabbed Dominic around the neck. Everyone let out a unanimous gasp as Dylan began coughing up thick dark red blood. Bauer let out a horse whisper, "Dylan?"
"I'm infected." He choked. "Shoot me, before i attack you guys." Dylan was right, better dead then a mindless zombie still none could bring themselves to kill Dylan.
"No!"Sarah screamed, running off.. Brad hung the necklace around her neck before chasing after Sarah.
Dominic fell to his knees. The rest of them soon followed. “Dylan… we’re not gonna leave you man. Not like this.” Dominic said.
“Dude, you have to shoot me, I don’t want to hurt you guys.” Dylan said, now pleading. Dylan’s arm started turning pale. Dylan shrieked in agony, the pain overcoming him. Scabs started covering his arm, and he started bleeding all over. Everyone stood up and backed away. They all looked at each other and seemed to know that they knew everyone was thinking the same thing, they were not going to kill him. Two horns grew out of Dylan’s head and one of his eyes turned red. He stood up and faced the group and smiled. One of his arms was now completely zombified, but nothing else was. He laughed and examined his arm. “Guys…I’m fine! I’m…I’m ok!”
“But..wh..Why?” Bauer said, obviously not believing him.
“I don’t know!” Dylan said, excited.
“Why are you not trying to kill us then?” Joe said and pulled out his sword. He obviously didn’t trust Dylan.
“Joe, I don’t know.” Dylan said, pushing the sword away. “ I guess I have more self-control then the rest.”

“But-“ Before Joe could finish, Ricky cut in.
“Shouldn’t we go find Brad and Sarah?” Ricky said, looking over to where they ran off.
“Yeah, Ricky, Dominic, and I will go find them. The rest of you stay here. If you need us, just scream.” Justin said and reloaded his shotgun. The three brothers walked off in the direction that they ran. About 10 minutes later, Dominic heard something strange, footsteps, in a nearby cave. Dominic motioned to the cave and they slowly crept towards it. Suddenly something pulled Dominic inside and Ricky and Justin ran in. Inside, there sat a bloodied Brad and Sarah, sitting against the wall of the cave.
“You ok?” Dominic asked, as he noticed that they were obviously afraid.
“There’s something out there…” Brad said, in a distant voice.
“It’s a zombie apocalypse, of course there’s something out there.” Ricky said sarcastically.
“No! It’s not a zombie, it’s something…strange…” Sarah said, just as distant as Brad.
“Stranger than a zombie?” Justin said, as he raised an eyebrow in confusion. At that moment they heard a deafening roar and a flash illuminated the sky. They could faintly smell smoke in the distance. “What the…” Justin said peeking his head out of the cave. Ricky and Dominic followed him, and Brad and Sarah followed closely behind.
What they saw shocked to even more than the zombies. Their stood a tall black dragon, wings outstretched. This wasn’t one of you “knights-of-the-round-table” kind of dragon. This dragons flesh was rotting to the bone, in fact, it’s wings were now only bone. As the fire poured out of its mouth, remains of fire still burned on the edge of its jaw. The dragon noticed them almost immediately. As it turned its decrepit neck, you could hear bones snapping, as it loudly echoed through the forest.
“Great…just great… zombie dragon… Makes perfect sense…” Justin said as he stared up at the dragon, in both fear, and in awe.
"And here I was thinking those Necron things were bad." Justin muttered, arming his shotgun.
"Think, Dominic, think." Dom spoke to himself and if we were in a cartoon a light bulb would have gone off over his head. "Brad, I need you to scream as loud and as high as you can."
"Now that i can do." Brad smiled before letting out the loudest most blood curdling scream any of them had ever heard. At first all it seemed to have done was make the dragon thing angrier. But it also brought their friends including the half zombie Dylan.
The survivors let loose a reign of bullets, knives, and other assorted weapons on the zombie dragon’s tattered flesh. Instead of fighting back, the dragon realized it wouldn't win if it fought back so it ran off into the back alley ways of New Orleans.
"That things gonna be back and most likely with friends." Callum breathed.
“Let’s just go already, I don’t wanna stand here and wait for it!” Bauer said. The group walked off, carefully examining their surroundings as they crept. Zombies stood off in the distance, but did not notice. Instead, they just walked, with no destination. Hours passed, and all of the group was tired. They were obviously tired, but kept dragging on in fear of the zombie dragon. They were in a desolate town now, with no signs of an evac station.
“This town ain’t big enough for the two of us…” Dominic whispered
“Dominic, shut up.” Brad said, still afraid.
“Yeah, sorry. Thought someone needed to say something.” Dominic said, and the group went back to silence. Some of the buildings were crumbling down, and some were burnt, then again, some were left untouched. Obviously, the zombies have been here before. There was a decent looking Hotel standing on the corner.
“Guys…” Kierdan said and pointed to the hotel, “We should go there, get some rest.” Everyone nodded and they made their way over to the abandoned hotel. Inside, it seemed like everything was virtually untouched. The group split up into several different rooms and rested for the first time in what seemed like years. As they slowly awoke in the morning, they noticed that there were a few wandering zombies in the hallway. They took care of the zombies too easily that time. It was weird, to them, it seemed almost routine now. They walked out and continued their search for the evac station. They walked for miles, until they started seeing more dead bodies than usual. Then, they noticed ashes and embers on some of the decaying bodies that lay scattered across the road.
“Looks like our friends been here…” Dylan said, scratching his head.
“No…It’s still here…” Joe said and stared straight ahead. And sure enough, there it stood, the same dragon that they drove away before. Except, this time it had something on its back, and something in its mouth. In its mouth it held a crunched helicopter, now just compacted metal. It dropped it on to the ground and it shook everyone. Something jumped off its back and swooped towards them. It headed straight towards Dylan, and he quickly dodged out of the way. It was another Necron, but this one, was once again unlike the others. This one did not have tentacles or knives, but wings. It laughed as it swooped and then turned around and perched onto the dragon. It spoke in a high pitched voice, but easy to hear.
“So! You’re the ones who killed my brothers, eh? Hah! I can’t believe they died by some pathetic humans…and then theirs you…” The Necron stared straight at Dylan.
“Guys, you take the dragon. Ricky, Justin, we’ll kill flyboy over there.” Dominic said and glared at the Necron. Everyone nodded and Ricky, Justin, and Dominic separated themselves from the rest of the group. “The brothers Spenn…” Dominic stopped it there.
“Kick zombie ass again.” Ricky and Justin finished at the same time. The Brothers Spenn, that’s what they called themselves. They have always been The Brothers Spenn, and they were ready to die The Brothers Spenn. They had a feeling that that day was today.
"Ok Brothers Spenn, shoot the friggin thing!!" Brad screamed, loading a silenced submachine gun she found on the ground. There was no way she could fight the zombie dragon with a sword or crowbar.
"Will do, Brad." Justin responded, eyes never leaving the flying zombie thing.
"How did a miserable group of children defeat my brethren? Why, I expected, well, stronger powerful men. Certainly no whimpering litle girls.
Brad and Sarah shouted in perfect unison, "SEXIST!!" and shot the thing in its head before turning back to the dragon. The thing kept breathing streams of fire on them and all had singed something or another. Brad and Sarah's hair are now about three inches shorter.
"Die stupid dragon thing!!" Kierdan yelled, firing his gun at its head.
The bullets went got through the decaying skin, but made no effect. The dragon roared and blew flames at Dylan. He tried to block it out with his zombie arm. The flames just bounced off and Dylan felt no pain. He looked at his arm and smiled. While the others tried to attack and kill the dragon, Dylan served as a distraction. Meanwhile Ricky, Justin, and Dominic were trying to dodge the flying Necron. “Guys, bullets don’t work on these things, but they do slow em down. Ricky, Bessie can knock his head off. Justin, shoot him. I’ll distract him, Ricky, when you get a clear shot, whack him.” Dominic said and pulled out his pistols. Ricky and Justin nodded.
“Be careful Dominic, this things fast.” Ricky said.
Dominic nodded as the creature perched itself on the top of a nearby small business building. Justin shot at him, but it just ignored the bullets and swooped down. Dominic ran towards the building and shot into the air. The creature saw him and swooped down. When it came close, Dominic threw his pistols in the air. He kicked the Necron away with full force and then grabbed his pistols as they were coming down and shot at him.
"Ricky NOW!" Dominic yelled, while the Necron was off guard. Ricky swung Bessie with as much force as he could. The zombie leg made contact with its head and stuck squarely in the middle of its forehead. Ricky pulled back sharply and the head came with it.
"One down, big bad and ugly left." Justin said, turning to the zombie dragon.
Everyone shooting the thing had kept it distracted enough for Joe to sneak behind it. He climbed a burnt tree until he was level with its neck.
"Guys distract it i can't get a clear shot!" Joe screeched out, almost invisible.
"Guys, I got this! Good-bye. The fat man is down and out." Bauer dropped his weapon and ran forward to stand, unarmed, in front of the dragon. It opened its jaws and swallowed Bauer whole.
"Ohmahgawd!!" Brad said in one word, dumfounded.
When it swallowed Bauer, the dragon tilted its head up and Joe was able to jump forward and cleanly cut the head off of the dragon. It slumped to the ground, dead as a doornail but no one smiled or even showed any emotion. Brannon Bauer the fat man no one took notice of just sacrificed himself for the good of the team.
"I ain't in the mood for fightin any more zombies right now. Can we find somewhere to chrash for the rest of the day?" Brad asked, a little depressed.
"Sure." Somebody said.
The group left the bodies of the zombies and found a still standing bookstore to spend the rest of the day in. After cleaning it out of zombies and barricading the doors and windows the guys and Sarah lay down on the couches while Brad skimmed the shelves.
"Hey look! The Zombies Survival Guide, we could use this! Look wear tight clothes and short hair." Brad looked over what everyone was wearing. She had on knee-high rainbow socks, Doc. Martins's boots, mid-thigh shorts, and a tie-dye tank top. Sarah had on skinny jeans, black tennies, and a black skull and crossbows tank top. Joe wore black jeans and a hoodie, Callum the same just with a Guns and Roses t-shirt, slightly baggy. Kierdan had on vans gray shorts and a white t-shirt. Dominic, Justin, and Ricky all had on plain jeans and t-shirts but Brad was more concerned with her and Sarah's shoulder length hair.
"Can i borrow a knife?" Brad asked. Joe handed her one and everybody watched as she took a handful of hair and cut it off. She did it to the rest of her hair until it was a ruffled mix of uneven chunks. Brad smiled and shook it out. Then she handed the knife to Sarah. Instead of taking the blade to her own blond locks, Sarah pulled out a hat and purried her hair under it.
"Sorry Brad but, unlike you, I like my hair." Sarah gave a half apologetic grin but Brad just shrugged.
"No prob, I've bugged my mom to let me do this for a while now."
"WHat else does that book say?"
“10 people in a group at Max. Well, no problem with that now.” Brad choked on the words at the end.
“Guys, lets go back and rest. I…I don’t feel good…” Dominic said, a single tear swept down his face. The group trecked back. They walked for hours until they reached the hotel again. When they reached the hotel they went straight back to their rooms and went to sleep. They didn’t say a word the entire time. When they woke up, they walked out. No one said a word. They all knew where they were headed. They knew where they had to go. They had nowhere else to go, but the white house itself.
“Hey, guys… Doesn’t Daniel live in DC now?” Callum said, hauling his chainsaw. Daniel was a long time friend of Dominic, Joe, Callum, Brad, and Sarah.
“Oh, yeah! He does!” Sarah said, with a huge smile on her face.
The group was somewhat uplifted as they walked on. They walked across towns, across fields, across areas of land where the ground wasn’t visible; it was just bodies among bodies. Dylan just couldn’t get one thing out of his mind, the strange zombies they have seen before, when they fought the Necron that turned him into the creature he was now.
“Hey guys, do you know what tho-“ Dylan said when he saw a horde of 10 zombies, those strange, deformed ones they saw before.
“Great…” Joe said and pulled out his sword.
Dominic pulled out the pistols in his back pockets and sneered. “This is for Bauer…” At that moment 2 things appeared through the shroud of odd zombies. The first was a horde of zombie turkeys. They were normal turkeys, with decaying skin, and a bad attitude. When Justin saw this he immediately started walking away. “Where do you think your going?” Dominic asked him, confused.
“Zombie turkeys, I’m in the wrong zombie apocalypse” Then Justin snapped out his shotgun and shot at one of the turkeys. It missed, not by much, but it missed. The second thing was another Necron, but this one was familiar to Dominic and Brad.
“Cody…” Brad said and glared. Cody Ryan was, as Brad knew, the person Dominic hated most. He was the exact definition of ‘Asshole’, the kind of person that did what he wanted because he was ‘Stronger’ then you.
Cody laughed and shouted, “Dominic! Brad! HA! You guys aren’t dead yet! Well, you will be…” There was a giant hole in his chest that did not go all the way through, but no wings, no tentacles, no weapons, it was weird.
“Cody, I’m going to kill you…well, your already dead…but… YOU GET THE POINT!” Dominic yelled and shot at him. He hit him straight in the chest, in the hole, but they just bounced off.
Brad narrowed her eyes and took careful aim with her Slienced subamachine gun. It tore threw Cody's right eye, leaving a gaping hunk of tattered flesh and gore. The thing that was once Cody turned and stumbled towards Brad, raw fury blazing in his eyes. Brad backed up slowly eyes never leaving Cody. Everyone else was dealing with the incredibly hard to kill zombie turkeys.How do you shoot or cut off those tiny little heads? Still Brad was in danger and Dominic is the only one who can help her right now. Dominic swells up and decides to play the hero part again.
“CODY!” Dominic ran up behind him and dropped kicked him in the middle of the back. Cody went flying and landed face first into the ground. He stood up and started laughing. Dominic ran up to Brad to make sure she was ok. Cody walked over to Dominic and the hole in his chest started pulsing. A small bullet-like object flew out and hit Dominic. It didn’t hurt but it latched on. The moment Dominic reached to pull it off a pulse of electricity flowed through his body. He pulled it off and fell to his knees.
“Weak as always Dominic…” Cody said and walked over to Dominic, who was still on his knees.
“Im…not…weak!” Dominic rose up of the ground and delivered an uppercut to the bottom of Cody’s chin, but it seemed to do nothing. Cody smiled and punched Dominic in the stomach. Dominic crouched over and held on to Cody’s arm. “Brad!” Dominic yelled as Brad smashed the submachine gun across Cody’s neck. Cody fell down, but almost immediately, stood back up. Dominic wiped off a trickle of blood on his face and licked it off his hand. Brad stood there and gasped as she saw that in a way, a very distant way, Dominic seemed to be enjoying this. Dominic smirked as he said, “I’ve been waiting too long to do this…” Dominic ran at Cody full force.
“Dominic, no!” Brad screamed as he tackled Cody onto the ground. Cody almost immediately threw Dominic off and sent him skidding across the concrete on his back. Dominic stood up, out of breath, and his eyes grew distant. “Dominic! Please! We can just run, you’ll die if it keeps like this!”
Dominic managed to turn his head and smile at Brad. As he did, his neck cracked and it sounded as if it was breaking. “Brad… thank you. It’s been a good run, but at least I know that when I die here, I’ll die happy, knowing that you’re safe and he’s gone.” Dominic turned back around and stared at Cody.
“Dominic…” Brad whispered under her breath as she kept hearing those words in her head, ‘when I die’. She knew what Dominic was planning to do, she knew what was going to happen. She knew that if she tried to help, Dominic would be too worried about her to fight Cody. So, she did the only thing she could at that moment, she stood there.
Cody shot out three more of the bullet-leech like objects at Dominic. Dominic screamed in pain, as his heart stopped for a split second, but started back up from the electricity. Dominic inched forward through the pain. Each step he took was hell. All the will was completely lost from his eyes. Medically, and scientifically, he should be dead now. He took enough damage, had enough electricity to kill him, but one thing kept him alive. Even he didn’t know what kept him alive, in fact, at that moment, he didn’t notice anything at all.
“I’m going to kill you! And then I’m going to kill Brad! Then, the rest of your pathetic friends! You’re too weak Dominic! You couldn’t protect Bauer, you couldn’t protect your parents! You’re Weak!” Cody yelled and laughed. In an instant Dominic was in front of Cody. Dominic grabbed Cody by the empty eye socket that was shot out by Brad. He lifted Cody in the air and pushed him against a wall of a nearby building.
Dominic mumbled something that was barely audible but it seemed like he was saying, “Try it.” Dominic pulled out the four knives that he originally had from his house and stabbed them through Cody’s arms and legs, pinning him to the wall. Cody shot out five of the electrifying bullet-leeches and Dominic caught them with his hand before they made contact. The electricity was now visible in his hand, pulsing through him. Dominic shoved his fist into Cody’s empty eye socket and dropped the bullet-leeches into the hollow shell of an eye.
Cody screamed in pain as the bullet-leeches latched inside of him and electrocuted him, while he could do nothing. Dominic fell to the ground, his heart very faintly beating.
Ignoring Cody's charred remains, Brad caught Dominic as he passed out. What ever had been keeping him alive during his fight had released its hold now.
"Hold on Dominic." Brad whispered before pulling him onto her back. Grabbing her gun from the ground she made her way to where the others were finishing off the turkeys.
"DOMINIC!" Ricky yelled, dropping Bessie like a hot potato. Before he reached the duo a mysterious dark figure dropped down from a rooftop in front of Brad. She yelped, insticitvly, before the figure pulled its hood down. Black locks tumbled down around HER pale face.

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