First things first a title change from why nobody messed with Kasumi to, if Kasumi was... and second is a new chapter.

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A normal day in Nerima often consisted of rainy days and martial artists going at each others throats but, today was different. Today there was no fighting, no monster of the week attacking people, no zombies out eating peoples brains in fact, said zombies were looking for a place to hide.

Wait a minute, since when there were zombies in Ranma ½?

Never mind back to the story, sounds of a shotgun blasted through the alleys as the Terror calmly followed them with slow deliberate steps. Of course the zombies would normally gang up on a person and tear out their guts. Unfortunately for this group of zombies they grew too ambitious in hope that no one would notice a bunch of zombies walking around the neighborhood with the highest counts of crazy randomness, only to walk into the lair of what they call the Terror.

The Terror was the nightmare that would make the darkest of monsters tremble in fear, fortunately for them it seems the Terror prefers killing zombies, but it will be a matter of time when it sets sights on them. The appearance of the Terror vary depending on the level of trauma experienced by the survivor, one says its a tall hulking man standing at eight feet, another says its an indescribable monstrosity made up of various weaponry, the last survivor states that its an eldrich abomination that gleefully enjoys the sport.

No matter for the Terror, nearly finished with it's work threw a hatchet at the last zombie. The hatchet cleanly sliced into the skull causing it to obviously die. The Terror look at its handy work when its wrist watch beeped, checking the time and gasped, "Oh my, it's almost time for dinner." the Terror left the scene quickly as it appeared.

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I blame the Nyan cat for this.