The thing on the ground snarled loudly.

"Shut up Intern 2..." Indie choked out, almost whispering.

The hammer fell, the air vibrated suddenly, and Scene burst into tears.

Indie, still stifling sobs of his own, holstered his sidearm. The .40 caliber gunshot of his Glock had set an final air of pained silence over the four people standing there. He reached down to close Intern 2's eyes. With this last act he released the flood of sobs that had been building up this whole time.

Scene rushed over to him and fit into his arm. They stood there, hugging and sobbing over the discovery of their fallen comrade. Idol was simply standing by Intern 2's body, tears silently streaming down her cheeks. But she had to keep strong. This wasn't a world for cryers.

"We.. We can't leave him.." Scene choked out.

"Of course we can't." Indie said. "We'll bury him in the yard."

"I'll carry him." SloMo said.

"NO!" Indie insisted. he was my intern... I treated him the worst." Indie's voice carried a finality even a metalhead like SloMo didn't screw with.

SloMo was the newest member of the MyMusic gang. He had been hired as an intern at MyMusic two weeks before the Zeds came, and gained his name from his love of slow metal. He wore a pair of jeans, and a t-shirt, as well as an ACU combat jacket, as well as Desert combat boots, and his signature, hard-knuckle gloves with the fingers cut off.

"All right then." SloMo said as he unslung his M16A4. "Lets go."

Scene ran from Indie's arms to SloMo's. He put one arm around her as they all walked on home.

SloMo opened the door to their house. Scene ran straight to the couch to begin a fresh bout of crying. Techno and Dubstep immediately ran to her side to comfort her. Tina, obviously worried by Indie and Idol"s absence, stood immediately. SloMo nodded to the window, indicating that Indie and Idol were only out in the yard. Tina ran out to talk to them.

Rayna entered from the kitchen.

"What's up?" she asked.

Techno and Dubstep listened in as well, since Scene was crying too much to tell them anything. Her face was buried in Dubstep's jacket, and Techno patted her shoulder to try to calm her.

"We found... Intern 2." SloMo sighed. "He didn't make it... Indie... put him down."

Rayna collapsed on the couch as well, and Techno and Dubstep were too shocked for words, (A rare thing for them.)

"Freaking Zeds..." Techno whispered.

Zed was their word for zombie. Apparently the word "Zombie" was "too mainstream" for Indie, so as a result of Indie's hipsterness, and a random Canadian joke, they ended up calling them Zeds.

SloMo paced through the sea of cots, containers, food, and ammunition to the memorial wall. On the wall hung pictures of every one they had lost. Two pictures hung on the wall, One of Metal, who had died to save the group by leading an entire herd after himself. He had been Metal to the end.

The other photo was of Hip-Hop. He had been bitten on a medicine run. Two minutes after returning with every supply he could find, he hugged them all goodbye, walked out onto the front porch and shot himself. He never dared to risk the group's safety.

SloMo taped a picture of Intern 2 and his flowchart to the wall, smiling at the hilarity of the memory.

"Bmmbm wubadub bzzbzz wub"

"Yeah Dubstep," Techno replied. "Gone but never forgotten..."