I have been playing Saints Row: The Third almost religiously for the better part of two months, and even though I have completely finished it, achievements and all, I'm still coming back to Steelport almost everyday. I thought of this story almost immediately after finding out that I could have Decker gang members and that I could make my guy look like Matt Miller. So with that intro out of the way, let's begin Deckers vs. Zombies.

Author's Note: The story is a bit anachronistic considering that "" comes MUCH earlier than "Air Steelport" or "Zombie Attack" (it's not even in the same act), but just go with it. Also, the game throws out and completely abandons the idea of the gas turning you into a zombie after the latter mission is over, so I'm taking that into consideration as well.

3 Count Casino, Port Pryor, Steelport

several days after the initial infection

"I really wish you would reconsider, Matty. These hands of mine are meant to rend bone, not hunt and peck on a keyboard." Killbane spoke in an almost calm voice. Apparently, Matt Miller was leaving the Syndicate, but for what reason, he was not sure.

"Well, if typing is the issue, I can recommend some good voice-recognition software. I-I-I know the best-" Matt got out before being shushed by the much larger Killbane.

"You stuck with me when I rose from Phillipe's ashes like a phoenix…You and me, we've bonded." Killbane spoke shaking his left fist in recognition.

"That's lovely, but I think it's time for me to move on. To be honest, I'm little scared of…well, dying." Matt finally gave Killbane what he had wanted, an explanation.

"Ahh, I do run a demanding workplace. Matty, I appreciate how you shared your concerns. I mean, the way Viola and Kiki handled their…departures, made me…" Killbane put his hand around Matt's chin, in an physical kind of threat, "…just want to kill someone, you know?" Matt finally escaped the chinlock, and started to escape Killbane's presence.

"Absolutely. Well, I've got a flight to catch, so…" Matt started speed walking his way out of the casino.

"Matty…" Killbane coldly spoke as Matt stopped almost dead in his tracks.

"Oh, God." Matt quietly let out a scared thought as he feared the worst from the much larger man with a much smaller anger trigger.

"Feel free to list me as a reference, anytime." Killbane spoke with seemly care as Matt let out a sign of relief. The ex-Decker then started his way out of the casino. But, as soon as Matt was out of view, Killbane grabbed his cellphone.

"Yes. Eduardo, I want you to execute the order. Find Matt's escort, and destroy it. Make sure he doesn't leave Steelport alive. YES, I am sure. Just do it. Call me when it is finished." He tucked the phone away, and continued his duty of running the casino.

Brickston, Steelport

infected total: 67% of Arapice Island (and rising)

"Are you sure about this, sir?" Asked a Decker as the neon blue Kayak made it's way to the Wesley Cutter International Airport.

"Yes, I am. I feel that it is time that I step down, and let someone new take my place. "Matt tried to explain his departure as the driver changed the radio station to K12, but the only thing playing was the Channel 6 News with Jane Valderamma.

"Computer security experts breathed a sign of relief today as word spread that super hacker Matt Miller has sworn off modern technology…" The three Deckers glared knives at Matt, as Jane continued her report. "Former associates of Mr. Miller has stated that he has always been fascinated by Neo-Luddism and decided to make a change…" The radio switched off.

"You can't be serious." One Decker spoke in disbelief. "You're really swearing off technology?"

"No, I was just fucking with them, I'm still going to be hacking everything that isn't properly secured. I just don't like being in the gang game." Matt tried to clear up the situation. The car then felt a major turbulence and major swerve. The driver tried desperately to regain control of the SUV. Matt took a peek outside, and saw the Luchadore green Criminal making a beeline straight for the truck. Even worse, they were on the highway now, one good bump, and it's into the drink, or into a fiery demise on Arapice Island.

"What was that?" One of the Deckers exclaimed in anger.

"I think we're being followed…" Matt spoke in a scared tone.

"By who, exactly?" The same Decker followed up with another question, but unfortunately, the truck was being rammed again, stopping Matt from responding. Outside, the green truck accelerated up to the driver side window. The driver took two good looks to see who the assailants were that were trying to ram them off the highway"

"Um…guys? It's the Luch-" Unfortunately, a Shepherd bullet silenced the driver for good, but the weight of his foot kept the vehicle in uncontrolled motion.

"JESUS!" Matt exclaimed as the head of the driver splatted the interior with blood red and grey matter. Back outside, the Luchadores were trying to finish the job. They were prepping to ram them hard enough to push them over the barricade. As they rammed the truck again, however, they themselves drove over the barricade and sent both vehicles flying onto Arapice Island.

five minutes later

updated infected total: 84% of Arapice Island

Matt came to as did the three other Deckers, the car had been stopped, but in the middle of the old Ultor chemical plant. They looked around, and found that the dead driver was missing, presumably he had been thrown out of the window after the impact of the final collision broke the passenger's side window, gravity taking its course with the man's corpse during the fall onto the island.

"What happened?" Matt asked his team in hopes to clear the cobwebs, but they were just as confused as he was. He jumped out of the vehicle, then went into the driver's side door, and tried to start the car, but it was no use. The car's engine was broken, and it wasn't going anywhere. "Guys, this car is totaled."

"What should we do?" One of the Deckers asked in a attempt to make some sort of plan.

"It's simple. We're going to have to get out of here." Matt gave a simple reply.

"Yeah, but sir, we've got Luchadores heading our way. They could surround us at any moment."

"No we don't. Look!" The second Decker pointed to a bridge that has now, for some reason, been elevated, blocking off almost any entrance to the island.

"What the hell is going on here?" Asked Matt, who was scared

"Quick," said the third Decker, "we've got guns. Let's grab them just in case."

ten minutes later

updated infected total: 93% of Arapice Island.

In the trunk of the Kayak, was a small titanium case, when opened up, revealed enough guns to take over a police station. The four Deckers went through the case, grabbing weapons and some attachments to help suppress incoming Luchadores.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… A long groan was heard as Matt grabbed a KA-1 Kobra.

"You tired?" Asked one Decker, who was toying with a K-8 Krukov.

"That's not me." Matt replied. The groaning was heard once again. "Who's there?" He asked with his pistol not-so-steadily aiming in the direction of where the noise had started. The attached flashlight of the gun showed a slow-moving female came out of the shadows and into view. She wore a yellow sweater, and had a red substance drooling from her mouth. "Who are you?" He asked the supposed drunk. The woman slowly lifted her head. "Oh...my...god." Matt silently exclaimed. It wasn't a drunk...It's a zombie, and it's was heading right for him!

I hope to have an update by Sunday or Monday. In which the Deckers realize what they have (involuntarily) gotten themselves into.

Chapter 2: Deck Rising