"Oh great." Mordecai said. "That's just what I needed."

"Is there any way we can help?" Eileen asked. "You did save us."

"Well, if you can think of a way to start hackin' up the undead." Mordecai joked.

"Actually, I think I might know someone." Margaret rebottled.

"That so?" Mordecai said. "Who?"

"One of my old exes was an arms dealer. He could probably set us up with some firepower." She explained.

"I like the way you think." Mordecai said. "How soon can he get here?"

"Well, he does 'Rush Delivery' but he makes you pay extra." Margaret stated.

Mordecai got out his wallet and looked inside. He had two hundreds, three twenties, and one fifty. (He had worked overtime for Benson a couple of days ago)

"Give him a call." Mordecai said. "Rush delivery."

A couple of minutes later, a truck pulled up to the Coffee Shop. A man got out. He wore a red hoodie, ripped jeans, dirty, blue sneakers and a pair of shades. He had blonde hair, styled into a Mohawk, but Mordecai could just barely make this out, because his head was concealed by the hood.

"Margaret! Baby!" He shouted. He had a Jamaican accent.

"No time, Denny." Margaret said. "Do you have our weaponry?" She asked.

"Yes, ma'am!" He said.

He popped his trunk. "Sorry it took so long. I had to drive through, you'll never believe this; ZOMBIES!"

"I'd believe that." Mordecai said. "We're actually going to go save our friends from them."

"Your new man is funny, Margaret!" Denny said.

"Oh, we're not dating." Margaret explained.

I sure wish we were, but, no. Mordecai thought.

"Well, here it is. A pistol for you…" He handed a gun to Margaret.

"And one for you…" He handed one to Eileen.

"And two for you." He handed two pistols to Mordecai.

"Also…" he got out a sheath, stocked with pistol ammo. "You can store your sword in the back. Notice the two sheaths on the side, for storing the pistols. (If you're having a hard time making a mental image, the sheath looked like the one Chewbacca from Star Wars wears.)

"Thanks." Mordecai said.

"That will be two hundred and fifty dollars." Denny said.

"Aw, what?" Mordecai asked, confused. "You said one hundred and fifty over the phone!"

"Well, I just drove through zombies, so I'm demanding an extra one hundred." Denny explained.

Just then, a zombie came out of nowhere and bit Denny! He collapsed on the ground, his skin beginning to turn green.

"GET IN THE CAR! Mordecai shouted. Margaret and Eileen piled in the trunk, but an entire ARMY of zombies were approaching them. Mordecai had an idea. He ran towards the back of the cart he drove in. He laid one of the zombies he had fought earlier on the gas pedal, then, unsheathed his sword and cut open the fuel tank.

Reaching in, he put it in gear, causing the cart to drive forward. Then, he took out a pack of matches, lit one, and then set the trail of fuel on fire. When the flames caught up to the cart, it caused an explosion which blew up a decent deal of the zombies.

Loading in the driver's seat, Mordecai turned on the car (Denny left the keys in the ignition) and drove towards the park. "Margaret," he asked. "are there any extra guns back there?"

"Yeah, a couple machine guns, one more pistol, two rifles, and… wow. I didn't know he had those." Margaret said.

"What?" Mordecai asked.

"A BAZOOKA!" She exclaimed, surprised. "All of them have extra ammo with them."

"Uh, guys…" Eileen said. "Remember those zombies that confronted us at the Coffee Shop? Well, they're back." Mordecai looked out his side mirror. The zombies were literally right behind them, and under the reflection was the inscription "Objects in mirror are closer than they appear"

Oh, irony, we meet again. Mordecai thought.

"Girls, pop the trunk and counterattack!" Mordecai ordered.

Obeying the command, Margaret and Eileen loaded their two pistols as Mordecai drove towards the park. Firing at the zombies, Margaret said, "I've never felt so alive!"

"Well, all three of us will never have felt so dead if you don't keep up that dang fire!" Mordecai barked. Margaret gave him a hurt look, and then continued firing.

"Margaret, I'm sorry. I just don't want anything to happen to you or Eileen." He apologized.

"Its fine, Mordecai. I'm just trying to put a positive spin on things in the face of the apocalypse. Keep up our spirits."

Despite their situation, Mordecai had to laugh. "That's exactly what I like about you, Margaret."

Margaret gave a blush, but was caught off guard by a zombie! It made its way to the car while they were talking! It tried to tear the cardinal out of the car, and it almost succeeded.

Eileen shot the zombie in the head, but it was still gripping to Margaret's leg as it collapsed. Margaret fell out of the trunk, but she was gripping the trunk as she fell. Her shins were being scraped along the pavement as they drove along. The zombie let go, it being dead (again).

"OH CRAP! MARGARET!" Mordecai shrieked. "Eileen, take the wheel!" He told the mole. He and Eileen traded places; Mordecai was now in the back, Eileen in the front. He pulled Margaret in to safety. Her legs were bleeding badly. She held back tears as Mordecai fired up his radio. "Skips! We're on our way with a truck full of guns! Margaret's badly hurt. Get the First Aid Kit ready!" He said.

"We're here!" Eileen said. The zombies were closing in on the groundskeepers, whom were armed with only baseball bats. Mordecai got out, loaded the bazooka, and fired at the remaining zombies, blowing them all up.

Pops was looking out of the top of the house, doing absolutely nothing but watching the action. "Hahaha! Good Show! Jolly Good Show!" Pops was an old man, the son of Mr. Mallard, the man who ran the park and Benson's boss. He, in spite of his age, still was mentally a child. He was bald, with a white moustache, a little top hat on his giant head, and an outfit similar to what men would've been wearing back in the 1920's.

"Nice timing, Mordecai." Skips said. "I have the First Aid Kit, let me see Margaret."

Mordecai led Benson to the back of the truck, where Margaret was gripping her shins, holding back the waterworks.

"I'll see what I can do." Skips said.

…

An hour later, Margaret was up and about, her legs bandaged heavily.

"You okay, Margaret?" Mordecai asked.

"I'm fine, Mordecai. But, what you said in the car back there… did you mean that?" She asked.

"Oh, well… I uh…" He stammered.

"Ha-ha." She laughed. Then, she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

"Mordecai!" Rigby said. "You should've seen us! We kick zombie %#!"

"You should've seen us! He looked over at Margaret and said, "We'd never felt so alive."

"Yeah, Rigby." Eileen said. "I really wished you were there."

"Yeah, man. Your girlfriend kicks ace!" Mordecai said.

"SHUT IT!" Rigby exclaimed.

Skips walked in the room. "Mordecai, you shouldn't have disturbed that sword."

"Why?" Rigby asked.

"Well, this is why." Skips began to explain.

What is the mystery behind the sword? Why are there zombies appearing everywhere? Why are they so interested in the sword? Well, I'd love to tell you, but there's still more to read! Thank you for reading, please review, and happy dreaming! Expect an update very soon.

Yours truly,

Regularwars2