Fenton's breathing was hard and ragged, the small slip of a duck pausing a moment to catch his breath before turning back to count the zombies on his tail.

"T-Too many, need to get to higher ground fast!"

Picking up his pace he took a quick moment to look to his digital watch, "It's almost charged, just a few more minutes." he says to himself as he shoulder rams a door, bursting into a stairwell and alerting the zombies already waiting on the ground floor.

A fire extinguisher was pinned to the wall, it would have to do as he tore it from the housing, he broke for the roof, heading up even as the dead on his tail and the ground floor. The door to the next floor bust open, a zombie burst through, working on instance the zombie got a face full of foam and then a moment later the but of the extinguisher crushed it's snout. The duck looked back, the stairwell was blocked by debris.

He sighed, placing a foot into the zombies gut and knocking it to the ground as he scrambled over it, he would need to find another way up. More of the dead burst through side room in pursuit. The foam proved a momentary distraction as the duck quickened his pace. Breaking into side hall. The Zombies pursued with growing numbers until the duck came to a dead end, back to the wall as the dead closed. He tossed the fire extinguisher at them, some moved, others were knocked over, it bought him only precious seconds. Then a single beep chimed from the watch.

A slow grin crossed the duck's bill as the zombies closed in for the kill just as he bellowed at the top of his lungs a phrase that was both bewildering and terrifying

"BLATHERING BLATHER SCYTHE!"

There was a explosion as the wall behind him gave out, filling the hall with smoke. As it cleared a figure in white armor, perched atop a single wheel took the place of the scared duck. A cocky grin on his bill as the figure confidently trust one finger in the air and posed.

"GIZMODUCK IS HERE!"

The zombies were not impressed as Gizmoduck rose his arms, small gun turrets pivoting out of the wrists as assisted targeting made each shot a head shot, dropping several zombies in one round, their head either vaporized or exploded. From the opening behind him his HUD told him of a large horde of the dead shambling on his position. A missile pod rose from one shoulder, launching its payload forward before the explosives arched back and around the warrior smashing down on the street behind him and scattering the dead. Weapon payloads fired from the mobile artillery leaving only headless corpses, severed limbs, and shattered bodies in their wake.

A pair of voices broke over the radio silence a moment as Gizmoduck prepared for his second volley

"Donald has alerted the Tank!"

"Oh Quack! The Tank has angered Donald! Hit the Dirt!"

Gizmoduck smiled, his wheel spinning so fast it left skid marks as he turned and sped off, his own voice breaking over the radio frequency. "You have no need to fear, GIZMODUCK is on the way!"

A woman's voice, broke next, "Gizmoduck? Thank heavens, we're saved."

The forth voice was just a string of obscenities only a sailor or war veteran could possibly have the vocabulary for.

'Don't worry guys, Gizmoduck hasn't failed a survivor yet, and I won't stop until your all safe.' his inner voice was full of focus and determination, this was what Gizmoduck lived for, to serve, to protect. And he was not about to fail now, nor ever.