A/N: One chapter to go!


Eight Hours Later…

Within hours of the first appearance of the zombies, half of New York City had fallen. However, they didn't act like one might think. It was as if they were being controlled by a higher power. They never actually ate their victims contrary to what many horror movies would tell you. Anyone unlucky enough to be caught by the zombies were dragged into the crowd of zombies and the next thing anyone knew, that person was one of them.

"Egon, haven't you found anything yet?" Winston asked with very apparent frustration in his voice. "Those things are spreading all over!"

"I'm trying my best!" Egon shot back. "There's absolutely nothing in the Spirit Guide on how to stop Redwinn! Not even a small suggestion!"

They were afraid and the tension between the Ghostbusters was only growing. Not for just for themselves, but for what would become of the world if they failed. End of the world scenarios like this had happened plenty of times and each time they were able to stop it without anyone actually getting hurt. That just wasn't happening now.

"Well, try harder!" Winston replied as he, Peter, Ray, their client's wife, and a few other survivors who had come to the firehouse at one point or another in the past few hours for help continued reinforcing windows and doors on the first floor. "Those zombies will be here soon!"

"It's not my fault that they're not ghosts or even technically zombies," Egon said. "At least then we could have blasted them." He nervously shifted through the guide again hoping he missed something. "There has to be something I'm missing. Every supernatural being in this blasted book can be defeated. Why should Redwinn be any different!"

"Guys, calm down," Janine said. "This isn't helping any. You couldn't have used the packs on the zombies if Egon said they're still living humans who are possessed or whatever term he used." From under a nearby bed, Slimer muttered several noises agreeing.

"That's it," Egon said sighing. "Apparently there's no way to beat Redwinn."

"Egon? What are you saying?" Peter asked. "You can't give up."

"Peter, look around!" Egon said. "We're barricading ourselves in the firehouse. Zombies are approaching. Zombies, might I remind you, under the control of a being who wants to take over the world and looks like he may just get that wish. And you don't think it's time to give up?"

"Well, when you put it like that."

"I've tried my best to think of what we could do," Egon said looking back at the book. "But without any clues in the Spirit Guide, there's just nothing we can--"

Egon paused.

"What's wrong?" Ray asked.

"There are two pages stuck together."

Everyone stopped and looked at Egon.

"I just noticed the pages don't match up," Egon continued looking at the page he was holding. Biting his lip, Egon pulled the two pages he found he held. Silently, he read what was on the pages and nearly fell over.

"Of course!" Egon shouted. "Of course!"