A/N: I have to say, writing Allies is a pain in the but, so I scraped it. After thinking through, I realize it had very little plot info and was overall, not well thought out. Anyway, this will be about life for the Reds and Blues, (Including my OC Dessmond) after the War is over, also featuring the best scene from the single greatest Zombie Movie Ever. Yes, Shaun of the Dead. You know the scene, and you 'Can't Stop Me Now' from writing it. Anyway, enjoy.

Bungie and RT are the sole owners of everything Except Des.

After the Red and Blue Civil war ended, many soldiers were shipped back with severe mental and physical disabilities. Some had an extremely difficult time reconnecting with modern society. Most had to be helped through life with a personal assistant. This group of soldiers is not the aforementioned types.

"Caboose, I told you, not to leave the water running!" the former blue leader cried to his still obsessed friend.

"Sorry Church, I was going to give Mittens the cat a bath, but it turned out, he was a rock." The still slow private replied, oblivious to the anger laced in his friend's voice.

"Aw, leave him alone Church. You flooded my apartment when we first started dating. Remember, you forgot to turn the tub off and I had to kick your ass for it?" the former mercenary said, obviously trying to get her Ex's goat.

"Hey, Tex, bet your carpet was really wet that night. Bow-Chika-Bow-Wow!" The recently discovered to be Black private said, his sexist attitude relevant as always. Until a swift kick in the shin shut him up.

"Hey, guys, I know after the war, the UNSC could only spring for a few apartments, but you all don't have to hang at me and Caboose's place. All the time." The former Veteran said, clearly annoyed with his friends continued choice of recreation.

"Yeah, but then where would I practice my ping pong ball trick?" The stupid, color blind girl replied, oblivious to what she just reveled.

"You practice in my apartment? Where?!"

"In the shower, where else? Duh."

"Yeah, wait, what?" Everyone cried in union.

After the war, the "Blood Gulch Babies" as the UNSC affectionately named the two groups of soldiers; were placed in the same apartment complex. With two main buildings in the lot, the Brass thought it would be funny to put them opposite of each other due to their previous assignment, the reds in building one and the blues in building Alpha. The situation was really ironic, considering the two teams have settled their long time "dispute" after Sarge signed up for another Tour of Duty. Even though the Reds and Blues are at peace, he still preferred to be on duty than have to live near Grif. Apparently, even though Doc was neutral, he was stuck in the reds apartment.

"Uh, hey guys? I don't mean to be a burden but, I need someone to drive me to therapy. I still think he has control of my hands." The former medic Doc, although the AI driven from his head by expert UNSC Engineers, still has fits of Evil. Since he was controlled by O'Malley for so long, the AI left quite a bit of residual data, that had eventually, sunk into his cognitive and speech parts of his brain. Therapy was the best the Brass would spring for.

"We don't need any one to drive. Let me, I'll promise to only kill a few pedestrians. Muw ha ha ha."

"Stop it O'Malley, that's just evil. Grif, old buddy, could you give us a lift to Therapy?"

"Sorry Doc, but when a three hour marathon of Battle Star Galactica is on, no one can pry the keys from Simmons." The only, slightly out of shape private told the medic. After living so close to Doc, Grif had to start working out and eating right, just to shut him up. Even though he would never admit it, he actually thanked Doc after he lost forty pounds.

"I can drive, I just got my new Moped back from the body shop. I TOTALLY TRICKED IT OUT, DAWG!" The metro sexual private declared. After they got back, Simmons and Grif had a Bet that the first person to go out with Donut would be either a Gay painter, or a Gay tennis player. They were wrong. Apparently, Donut was engaged to a Beautiful super model from Sweden before the war. Thank fully, after the bomb went off, Donut forgot about her completely and after getting home, picked up an even prettier one. At first, Simmons and Grif didn't believe it, but after looking through the marriage licenses issued during the time, they learned it was true. Both called a tie and neither won anything.

"Well, if you are okay with Mr. Grouch-a-Saurus up here, I guess so."

"Awesome, I'm going to go get my Flower Helmet."

Back at the Blues…

Caboose was mindlessly flipping through the channels, waiting for his brother to tell him to stop. Even though Church has already told him to… Several times.

"And it appears to be a case…"

"Of completely random…"

"Attacks that the Gesell has absolutely no…"

"Defense is being pretty sloppy…"

"Messes will come right…"

"Out in the open, the reports are coming in now."

"Caboose wait, let's see what's up." Caboose's random flipping of the channels has created a somewhat nostalgic scene.

"What do they mean, eating the brains?" The dark skinned man asked, feeling somehow nervous by this news.

"I think he means Zombies." The Elder Brother said.

"These beings can be destroyed by, severing the head, or destroying the brain."

"Yep, it's Zombies. We are all going to be Corpses together." The Oblivious younger brother squealed with delight.

"Caboose, even if the Zombies are real, the chances of me, willingly going in a group with the same person who killed me, twice, are extremely low."

"What do you mean, if there real, we fought the flood in the 2nd Battle of Earth. Hell, the Chief and I slaughtered around ten to twenty hundred. This could be a new strain of flood bacteria. Wait a second… Caboose, go grab the Safe." The Veteran called to his younger brother.

"Okay."

"What are you getting a safe for, what merit does that give you?" The former gun for hire asked.

"It has "THE BOOK"."

"The Book?"

"Yes, the only book to make it past the government filters, and to successfully tell the stories and survival strategies of Z-Day survivors. It will tell us where to go."

"You're crazy." Tex said.

"No, I'm prepared. I already have a supply cache located in the bar, "The Wanchester"."

"As I said before, you're crazy."

"Allison, my ancestor left me this because they knew, if the Zombpocalypse happens, this book will save lives. Tell me, have you ever wondered where the legend of the Yeti came from?"

"No, I always assumed it was a big furry guy."

"No, it was actually, a special infected that has adapted to survive the freezing temperate of the Himalayas."

"Listen guys, even if this isn't real, I think Tex should go over to the Grif's place and round them up for a split group, so as not to attract attention." The former blue leader explained.

"Oh Church, not you too?" Tex replied.

"Tex, there are two types of people in this world, people who have a plan, and those who don't. We call those other people, Dinner." Tucker chimed in.

"Your all idiots." Was her brilliant reply.

"Still, it couldn't hurt to go check on them, and check outside to make sure it isn't just the media causing mass hysteria." Church explained.

"Oh fine, if it stops your whining. Oh Crap."