Backstage Final-Part 2
Walking zombies filled the streets of Danville. The continuous drizzling raining had finally stopped, but the black and grey clouds covered the sky above. Groans, screeches, and horrible cries of agony echoed through the mega-city as zombies limped around, looking for their next meal to their eternal hunger.
On the street called Maple Drive, small clustered of zombies littered the street, while a few others ran from lot to lot, searching in vain for a scent of flesh.
POW!
A high-velocity explosive tank shell tore through a bunch of zombies and slammed into the ground. Instantly on impact, the shell ignited and exploded, sending chunks of concrete and ground everywhere, and the flames incinerated any nearby zombies in the blast radius. As the flames burned, the rumbling of heavy machinery vibrated the entire ground.
POW!
Another shell shot straight into the wall of an orange house, and the explosion sent burning wood and splitters in all directions, as well as taking a cluster of zombies with it.
"We got some on our six." Ghost said, glancing backwards. T.S. just maneuvered the control stick around, and the huge firing mechanism slowly whirled around.
When the high-velocity cannon was pointing backwards, it stopped with a metal clank, and aimed at the bunch of zombies running after them.
T.S. gripped the blue lever, and yanked it backwards.
POW!
A shower of hot dirt, rocks, and burning flesh rained down behind them.
"Are we there yet?" Darkspine groaned, firing his weapon at the zombies lingering alongside a fence.
"Let's see...2308 Maple Drive, yeah we're here." Cp announced.
Everyone turned to the Flynn-Fletcher house. Its appearance made it look like an abandoned worn-down house, with the windows shattered and a small contained fire on top of the roof. Several zombies lingered in the front yard, while several zombies could be seen running around inside the house.
"Not good." Terra muttered as they dismounted the tank, and walked through the front yard. The zombies picked up their scents, immediately turned and ran after the armored humans approaching.
Ghost raised his shotgun and unloaded a round into a shrieking zombie's head blowing out the decaying brains and blood from the cranium.
T.S. fired a grenade from her M32, which blew up two incoming zombies.
Darkspine grabbed a screaming zombie by the head, and shoved his wrist blade up the zombie's head. The blade pierced through the bone and brain, and straight out the top of the head. He withdrew his blade, dropped the zombie, and wiped off the blade covered in blood, brains, and a jaw bone hanging from it.
"Great, all over my suit." Darkspine groaned, wiping his blade.
The gang approached the front door. Cp tried to open the door, but it was locked.
"T.S, check the boys' room. Darkspine, go through the backyard. Ghost, you got the side. Terra, you are with me." Cp ordered. T.S. opened a portal and jumped in, while Darkspine quickly went to the back.
"Who put you in charge?" Ghost wondered before he went to take his position. When everyone was off, Terra and Cp were left at the front door.
"Let's all take a moment to relax." Cp said, holding his sniper rifle on his shoulder. Terra just glared at him through his golden visor. A groan from the inside broke the silence. Cp smashed his armored hand through the glass, reached around, and unlocked the door. The door flung open, and the two stepped in.
There was a shriek, and a zombie fell from the ceiling, and landed on top of Terra, trying to claw off the metal MJOLNIR armor.
"Get this thing off me!" Terra shouted, trying his best to get the zombie off, but it was difficult, since his hands were replaced with mini-guns. Cp grabbed the coat rack, and broke it in half. A spear slid out of the top half. Cp took the spear, and tried to aim.
"Hold still Terra!"
"You try having one of these things on your head!" Terra complained. Cp lunged the spear forward, and by a stroke of chance, the spear pierced the white eye of the zombie. The zombie froze up, twitched its body, and toppled off of Terra, spear still in its head.
"Where did you get the spear?" Terra asked, looking at the broken coat rack.
"I helped build the house, and I put a few hidden 'stuff' around here." Cp filled him in, while walking into the living room.
A zombie popped out from behind the couch, and screeched. Cp shoved the couch back, wedging the zombie between the couch and the wall.
"Where is it?" Cp muttered to himself as he lifted up the couch cushions. The zombie was relentlessly reaching for them, trying to rip them apart. Cp found what he was looking for inside the couch, and pulled it out. Cp raised the SPAS-12 at the zombie and fired. Blood and gore painted the wall, and a dead zombie dangled over the couch.
"You put that there?" Terra asked in surprise.
"Yea, yea I did."
"All this time?"
"Yep."
"Since the Flynn-Fletcher family has been living here?"
"I'm surprised that they didn't find it."
Suddenly, Ghost was thrown from the next room, and into the living room. He smashed into the wall, and fell out of the crater left in the wall.
"You two stop chatting and help me out!" Ghost groaned as he picked himself back up.
"What? Can't handle a zombie?" Terra asked.
"No, I can't handle a super zombified Lawrence Fletcher!" Ghost said, pointing at the zombie lumbering in. The zombie was 6ft. 11in. Bulky solid muscles popped out of the holes in his rotten skin, but his face remained the same, except for the glowing white eyeballs.
"Lawrence? Have you been working out?" Cp asked. Lawrence roared at him, and charged. Terra and Ghost shot themselves at him, and collided with him.
"Great, how are we going to do this?" Terra muttered, pressing the sides of his mini-guns forward to hold back Lawrence.
"Want me to unload a round into his head?" Ghost asked, also helping to restrain him.
"No! This is Lawrence Fletcher! The head of the house hold!" Terra argued back.
"So? Your point?" Ghost demanded.
"Sorry Darkspine..." Terra muttered. "We can't kill him because he's a main character!"
Just then Darkspine barged into the living room, with two zombies hanging onto his chest piece and helmet, trying to rip them off him.
"Stop breaking the Forth Wall!" Darkspine shouted, struggling to pull off the zombies on him. Cp sighed, and walked over to a painting mounted on the wall.
"Cp! Help us!" Ghost shouted. Cp grabbed the photographed picture frame on the wall, and tossed it aside. Hanging on the frame's hook was a little pistol. Cp snatched it and aimed at Lawrence. He pulled the trigger, and a dart landed in Lawrence's head.
The mega-zombie Lawrence howled in agony then fell to the ground, twitching and unconscious. With Lawrence dealt with, Ghost walked over to Darkspine, snatched the zombies up by their heads, and held them in midair.
"What about these zombies?" Ghost asked.
Cp took a good look at them.
"I do not know these two zombies." Cp simply said.
With that being said, Ghost closed his fingers, causing the zombies' skulls to be crushed by his armored hands. Red pale blood dripping from his fingers from the crunched zombie heads.
The gang carried the unconscious zombified Lawrence to the basement, and down to the Panic Room. Then they tossed him down, and locked it with two locks.
Suddenly, they heard some banging coming from upstairs. They immediately ran up, and went to the stairs, Cp leading them.
Zombies ran everywhere on the second floor. Once they smelled their scent, they all came running after them.
Cp punched a hole into the wall, and pulled out a MP5. He fired the s.m.g, and took down several zombies, their bodies tumbling down the blood drenched stairs.
"Seriously, how many weapons did you put in the house?" Terra asked as they went up the stairs and to Phineas and Ferb's room. They opened the door to the room.
T.S. was busy firing lasers at the windows, which zombies were trying to climb through. Phineas and Ferb were standing close behind T.S, watching her do her work nervously, or Phineas was nervous. Phineas was the first to notice the presence of the gang.
"Guys! You're here!" Phineas said, running over to greet them. Ferb followed behind him.
"Phineas, how are you?" Cp simply asked.
"How could you be asking that at a time like this?" Phineas demanded, flinching from the horrible screech of a zombie being burned by T.S's lasers.
"Hey, you boys help me out here!" T.S. interrupted them, firing another laser pulse out of her armored hand.
"Ok, sheesh." Cp muttered, and walked over to Phineas's bed. Everyone watched as Cp lifted up the mattress, and picked up a G3 rifle.
Phineas and Ferb stared with opened mouths as Cp checked to see if it was still loaded.
It was.
Cp stepped over to the window, and started shooting bullets into zombies that tried to enter. T.S. stepped away from the window to let her hand lasers cool down. After a good minute, Cp ceased firing.
"Save Phineas and Ferb. Check." Cp said to himself. "Save Candace...oh crap."
Everybody heard Candace's ear-piercing scream. The gang dashed out of the room, Terra accidently busting the door down, and ran for Candace's room. Their armor thudded against the floor boards.
Ghost tore off the door to Candace's room due to the suits extra strength, and the gang poured into Candace's room.
Candace was standing on top of her bed, fending off a zombified Linda Flynn with her laptop.
"About time you guys got here!" Candace hollered, blocking another swipe from Linda with her computer. Phineas and Ferb were shocked to see their mother's appearance, while the rest were speechless. Cp was the last one to enter the room and he instantly saw Linda's new zombie look.
"Whoa, you look terrible Linda!" Cp exclaimed, his voice a bit amplified inside the suit. For some reason, the zombie Linda stopped attacking Candace, and focused her white eyes on Cp. A second later, she leaped off the bed, soared over the gang, and dove straight down at Cp, snarling.
"Crap!" Cp shouted as he was tackled and started to be clawed by his long-time friend now turned into a zombie. Ghost and Darkspine ran over to pull Linda off of Cp, but she managed to scramble out of their grasps, and resume attacking Cp.
"Man, she has a thing for you Cp!" Darkspine chuckled as he tried harder to pull Linda off of Cp.
"I'm just her long-term friend. She has a thing for Lawrence, not me! I settled that a long time ago!" Cp argued back as he laid against the floor. Linda now struggled in the arms of Ghost and Darkspine.
Terra lumbered over, and closed his mini-guns around her, enclosing Linda with his mini-guns.
"You alright Cp?" Ghost asked, offering a hand to his comrade. Cp grasped the hand, and was pulled up.
"I think she scratched the armor." Cp answered, looking at the deep cuts in his suit that leaked out electrical sparks.
"How was she able to do that? That's a MJOLNIR suit!" Darkspine said.
"Yeah, but that's a Linda Flynn zombie!" Cp shot back.
"What do we do with her anyways?" Terra asked, still holding a screeching zombie Linda with his mini-guns, who was all focused on devouring Cp.
"Bring her downstairs."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Shouldn't I be able to decide what to do with my mom? I'm her daughter!" Candace interrupted.
"Oh, you want to be a part of us now?"
"Just do as I say, and put her in the Panic Room." Candace growled. Everyone was slightly scared.
"Just like your mom." Cp chuckled. Candace casted a glare mixed with a smile in Cp's direction. Everyone filed out of Candace's room, and went to the stairways, only to find more zombies lingering downstairs.
"Someone get the LAW 80 rocket in Candace's room." Cp groaned.
"The LAW-what in my room?" Candace asked, trying to clarify what he said. T.S. jumped forward, landed on the stair railing, and slid down, her armor body suit scraping the railing. As she slid down, she fired her M32, exploding multiple zombies at once. The rest followed down while T.S. led the way, continuing to clear out the floor. When they reached the basement, zombies were staggering around inside as well. T.S. fired another grenade, which exploded at the center of the zombies, spraying burning flesh, blood, and guts on the walls and items below.
The gang stepped down the stairs, Terra still restraining Linda, who was still trying to get at Cp. T.S. opened the Panic Room's hatch, and was greeted with a monstrous roar down below.
"What was that?" T.S. asked as Terra tossed Linda down below.
"That was Lawrence." Terra replied as T.S. closed the hatch and locked it.
"Dad?" Phineas asked.
"Yep, somehow he turned into a super zombie." Terra informed him.
Sizzling noises caught their attention. Everybody glanced at Cp's armor, which more sparks were flying out of the suit.
"Dude, you ok?" Darkspine asked, examining the sparks flying out of the cuts.
"Yeah...let's get back to the tank." Cp said plainly. Everybody noticed Cp's lack of voice.
As they were leaving the basement, as well as the Linda and Lawrence zombies trapped in the Panic Room, Phineas realized something.
"Where's Perry!" he exclaimed, panicked about the loss of his beloved platypus.
"He will be fine." Ghost assured him.
"How? He's a platypus! That's still flesh and meat! Zombies are out there! We need to-"
"He will be fine." Terra interrupted.
({}.O)
EARLIER IN THE MORNING...
Agent P entered his lair, which was dark and dimmed. No other agents were around, but the messed left behind showed signs of a battle. The red stuff that oozed on the floor...Perry didn't even want to know. He just wanted to get in, get his assignment, and get out. His nerve and senses were on full alert.
When he was half-way to the video screen, he heard a faint scampering of claws.
Perry flashed his head around, and saw something disappear in the shadows. Now he felt adrenaline pump through his veins.
Quickly, he ran over to the screen display, and pushed a button.
An image of Monogram appeared on screen, but instead of being all crisp and sturdy, he held a fearful expression on his face.
"Agent P? Is that you?" he asked franticly. Perry gave a quick salute, but the sounds of scurrying behind him cause his salute to become shaky.
"No time for that Agent P," Monogram snapped in a whisper, "listen, you need to get out of here, pronto!"
Perry just gave him a quizzical expression.
"I don't know, Agent P, I just came into the place, and when Carl and I were checking paperwork, we heard fighting going on. When we got to the scene, we found the agents...but they...w-were...oh, I can't even describe the sight," Monogram told him, almost breaking out into tears. He held them in though, and continued.
"Agents were battling other agents, except they were...t-turned into...I don't even know what we call those things. Then, some of the infected agents started to chase after us. Carl stayed and to hold them back, but I haven't heard any word from him. He's not answering his communicator."
A slithering noise caught Perry off guard, and he turned around, in a fighting position.
"Agent P, I am declaring 'Code Lock Out'. Get out of here Agent P; you are the last non-infected agent in the O.W.C.A." Monogram ordered. Perry gave a sad look to Monogram through the screen.
"Don't worry about me, Agent P, I can handle myself, now go and-"
There was a clanking noise on the other line of the transmission. Monogram glanced off to his side; the camera view was now shaking.
"Carl? Is that you?" Monogram asked off screen. A snarling hiss answered his question.
"Good heavens, Carl, what has happen to you!" Monogram demanded, backing up slowly. Monogram broke into a sprint, taking the camcorder with him, and still broadcasting to Perry.
"Get out Agent P! Run!" Monogram managed to shout out before a white-eyed, green-skinned Carl leaped from behind, and tackled Monogram. The recorder hit the floor, and the video transmission ended.
Perry turned and started to run, but the instant sight of infected animal agents closing in on him made his skin jump. Perry quickly activated his helicopter feature on his fedora, and flew over the agents.
They all jumped up at him, snarling and growling. Perry managed to fly over them all, and land at the tunnel entrance to the vehicle depot.
As soon as his webbed-feet hit the ground, Perry took off in a run, right behind him, the infected animal agents chased after him, hungry for fresh meat.
Perry finally reached the hangar filled with Agency vehicles and supplies, and was about to enter a hover-craft, but the sight of a savage Venus Fly Trap occupied the seat. It lashed out at Perry, and he barely dodged the attack. The plant wore a fedora as well, and Perry knew who it was.
Planty the Potted Plant, except infected and mutated into a Venus Fly Trap.
Quickly, Perry found another hover-craft, jumped into it, and started it up. The hover-craft took off, and Perry flew above, heading towards the sky exit. Below him, infected (zombified) animals gnashed their teeth, and tried to climb up.
Perry glanced behind him, and spotted Agent E and Agent FA (falcon) flying up towards him. Perry tossed a smoke bomb, which blew up, sending the two flying birds in a scramble.
The sky exit hatch opened up, and Perry flew upwards into the dark sky. When he exited, the hatch sealed itself, along with zombie inside the Agency base.
(\/\O.O/\/)
NOW AT PRESENT TIME...
The gang left the house, and were greeted with...nothing. No zombies lingered, or chased after them.
"Where are the zombies?" Ferb wondered. Phineas was about to answer, until the sight of a dark house across the street brought back a terrifying memory. This wasn't just any house, it was Isabella's house.
"Isabella!" Phineas shouted, and broke out into a run.
"Phineas, wait!" Terra called after him, but couldn't hold him back, due to his mini-gun hands.
"After him!" Ghost ordered. Everyone broke into a spring after Phineas. Phineas reached the front door, but it was locked. He tried to open it, but no use. Phineas pounded on the door, the memory of a long-ago nightmare coming back, and what had happened in that nightmare.
"Isabella!" he shouted, horror quickly filling him.
"Phineas! Look out!" Terra called out behind. Phineas turned, and barely managed to leap aside from Terra, who rammed down the door with his shoulder. He couldn't slow down, and he crashed in the kitchen. Pots and pans rained down on him with a clatter.
"I'm ok! Find Isabella!" Terra shouted. Phineas ran through the house, trying to find Isabella.
"Isabella! Where are you!" he shouted in vain.
"Phineas! Help me!" he heard her voice call out from her room. Phineas hastily dashed over to her room, and opened the door. When he flung the door open, Isabella ran into his arms, panicked.
"Isabella!" Phineas breathed with relief.
"Phineas, look out!" Isabella shouted, facing behind herself. Phineas glanced past her, and spotted a zombified Vivian coming towards him.
"We got this!" Darkspine shouted as he slid past Phineas and Isabella. Ghost jumped over the two, and tackled Vivian along with Darkspine. They didn't stop there though, they kept pushing forward, causing Vivian and themselves to crash through the window with a shattering sound, tumble into the backyard, and splashed into the pool.
"Isabella, are you alright?" Phineas asked, not letting go of her.
"Yes, I'm fine...but my mom..." Isabella started to break out in sobs over what her own mother has become.
"It's ok, I'm here." Phineas comforted her, and gently pressed her closer to him. The world around them slowly faded as they held onto each other.
"Any time you two. Ferb has an escape plan in your backyard, Phineas." Cp's voice brought them back. Carefully, Phineas took Isabella's hand and guided her out of her house. With water built up in her eyes, Isabella followed Phineas, holding back sobs inside her throat.
Phineas guided Isabella through her trashed house, and out the front door. Cp was following behind them; his armor was spraying out sparks out of the joint pieces.
Cp stepped out of the house, and the backyard gate flew open with a slam. Darkspine and Ghost stumbled through the fence, inhaling and exhaling for air through their suit's air filters. Cp silently waited for them to catch their breath, shifting his grip on his gun. They walked over and joined him, and the three started walking back.
"What happen?" Cp decided to ask.
"We tackled her into the water..." Darkspine began, still trying to catch some air for his lungs.
"We were able to tie her up in the backyard." Ghost sighed as well.
"It wasn't that hard, was it?" Cp asked as they walked up the Flynn-Fletcher driveway. They all ignored the parked tank in the street; for some reason, the entire sky was more gloomy, dark, and ominous.
Phineas and Isabella stepped into the backyard, followed up by Cp, Darkspine, and Ghost. Right next to the old faithful tree that somehow managed to survive the apocalypse, was a metal disk that displayed red glowing dots on its edges. Ferb, T.S, and Terra were waiting for them.
"What's up?" Cp asked them in a normal tone.
"Ferb managed to find an old teleporter," Terra informed the newcomers to the backyard, "it can teleport us somewhere away from here."
"That's sounds good." Ghost muttered.
"There's one slight problem though..." T.S. muttered. Terra casted a glance to her, but no one could see his expressions past his MJOLNIR Security helmet. Terra sighed and hung his head.
"What?" Phineas inquired, still holding onto Isabella's hand.
"Problem is, this thing only has enough juice to teleport eight people...and there are nine of us." Ferb answered his step-brother's question. Everyone's expressions turned grim.
Suddenly, the ground started to shake abruptly, then ceased.
"Crap, not good." Terra muttered.
"What's wrong?" Isabella asked.
"A mass of zombies are on their way here." Darkspine informed, looking around uneasily. The faint sounds of screeches and groans echoed in the air.
"Can we take the tank and everyone with it?" Phineas asked, hoping to have a good answer.
"No, that would require too much power and just teleport the tank, and not us." Ghost figured. Everyone was silent, unsure of what to say. As they were trying to decide a decision, zombies had already started to fill the streets, and slowly walk into the Flynn-Fletcher house.
Ghost took a step forward, his fists clenched. He took a deep breath, and sighed in his armor.
"I'll stay." Cp announced. Everyone glanced over at Cp, who had already removed his Scout MJOLNIR armor, and was standing in his usual clothing: combat boots, jeans, belt, black T-shirt, leather jacket, and Choppers over his eyes. His armor was in a pile on the ground, buzzing with sparks from the deep scratches that cut through the circuits.
"Cp...you can't be serious..." Phineas said, holding back his tears.
"Well, better me than you staying behind. Now get going." Cp ordered.
Phineas and Isabella walked over to the teleporter, accompanied by Cp. Phineas wrapped his arms around Cp's leg, and closed his eyes, not wanting to let go.
"Now, now Phineas..." Cp consoled, "you got Ferb, and I am sure he will do a fine job protecting you; right Ferb?" Cp turned to Ferb. Ferb gave a thumbs up.
"You'll make it out alive, right Cp?" Phineas asked his friend, looking up at Cp's shaded eyes.
"Yes Phineas, I will." Cp assured him.
Slowly, Phineas pulled his arms away, and stepped into the teleporter's ring. Cp pushed a button. The red orbs glowed, and Phineas's body turned yellow. An instant later, Phineas popped out of existence, his atoms already travelling at light speed to another destination.
"You pinky-promise Cp?" Isabella asked, referring to Phineas's question. She offered her pinky finger out to him. Cp extended his own pinky finger, and shook Isabella's pinky with it.
"Pinky promise." Cp said.
Isabella followed suit, and was whisked away by the teleporter. Ferb and Candace approached the teleporter. Ferb was the first to step in.
"Be good Ferb." Cp said, and offered a fist. Ferb nodded, and pounded Cp's fist with his own. Then, Cp pushed the button, and teleported Ferb. Candace stepped into the teleporter ring.
"Candace?"
"Yeah?"
"Don't go crazy." Cp said with a smirk.
"Just teleport me, you punk." Candace said, shaking her head with a cunning grin. Candace's body disappeared with a yellow flash.
Darkspine was next, then T.S. was.
Terra, Ghost, and Cp were all that were left in the backyard.
"Good luck comrade." Ghost said, offering a hand. Cp clasped the hand, and they shook hard, even though Ghost's suit threatened to crunch Cp's unprotected hand.
"Make it back alive." Ghost ordered.
"I will." Cp answered back.
Ghost was teleported away, leaving Terra and Cp in the backyard.
"You sure about this Cp? You don't have to do this." Terra said, trying to talk his friend out of his decision.
"You, of all people, know that this was going to happen, Terra." Cp said, cleaning his Choppers, and putting them back on.
"Yeah," Terra said, shifting his mini-guns uneasily. "I just wish I could change it."
"Well, we all know we both can't do that."
"True."
"Just keep them safe."
"That's our duty, isn't it?" Terra said with an optimistic laugh, and stepped into the teleporter.
"Good luck." Cp said, and teleported Terra away.
As soon as Terra was flashed away, the teleporter erupted in sparks, burned out, and collapsed to pieces.
Cp turned around to face the back of the once-again zombie infested Flynn-Fletcher household. With a heavy sigh, he faced up towards the sky, almost looking past the grey heap of clouds that filled the sky.
"God, if you are listening to this..." Cp started to say.
"Tell my friends...tell them I lied..."
"Tell my enemies...that they're all gonna die."
When Cp stepped forward, a song started to play, but it wasn't audible in their dimension, so it went by unnoticed. An electric guitar started to strum, followed by a steady drum beat. (For Those About to Rock (We Salute You) AC/DC)
Cp slid out two M4s from his jacket's sleeves, gripping them in both hands. He shot down the sliding glass-window door, and stepped on top of the glass shards that filled the room. Three zombies charged at him, and were cut down by two streams of M4 flesh-piercing bullets.
Oooooooooohhhhhh Yeeeaaaaa-yeeeaaaaaaaa!
Running out of ammo very quickly, Cp tossed the M4s aside, and pulled out an Ak-47. As soon as Cp stepped one of his combat boots into the kitchen filled with zombies, his index finger pulled down on the trigger of the raised weapon.
Yeeeeaaaaaaaaa-aaaaaaaah!
Zombie blood splashed all over the tiled kitchen walls, as well as bodies that dropped onto the floor, leaking even more dark red blood out. Cp tossed the Ak-47 aside, and entered the dining room. On the other side of the dining table, two zombies started to run at him. Cp pulled a Colt Anaconda out of his jacket with his left hand, and fired two shots, causing their heads to burst open, and splatter everywhere.
We roll to-niiiiiiiight! To the gui-tar bite!
Another undead leaped out at Cp. Cp quickly fired the double action revolver, putting two rounds into the ribs, and two rounds punctuating the thick skull.
Yeeeaaaaaa-yeaaaaa!
Tossing aside the revolver, Cp reached under the dining table, unhooked the hidden weapon, and pulled out the dusty, but still usable, M500 shotgun.
Stand up and be count-ted! For what you are about to re-cieve!
Heading up the stairs again, another zombie leaped from the last step, and propelled downward at Cp, snarling with a cry of the dead. Cp raised the shotgun, and pumped lead pieces through the headless zombie, that propelled over him, and tumbled down the stairs. Cp took out a single-shot Desert Eagle from his jacket.
We are the deal-lers...
We'll give you everything, ya need!
Cp kicked the door opened, and instantly aimed at a zombie lingering inside Linda and Lawrence's bedroom. He fired the single-round, and the round decapitated the zombie's head with a fountain of infected blood.
Tossing aside the Desert Eagle, Cp went to the bed, reached underneath, and pulled out a black detonator with a red button. He then exited the room, and was met with a crowd of zombies.
Hail Hail to the good times!
Cause Rock has got the right-a-way!
We ain't no legend,
Ain't no cause...
We're just living...for to-day!
Cp started to pump and fire the M500 shotgun that he carried.
For those a-bout to rock...
We sa-luute you!
For those a-bout to rock...
We sa-luute you!
Tossing aside the empty M500 shotgun, Cp strolled over the splattered bodies, and casually stepped down the gore-stained stairs. He rounded the staircase, and walked down the hallway, heading for the kitchen. Lighting exploded in the sky outside.
We rock at dawn on the front-line!
Like a bolt right outta the bluueee!
The sky's a-light with the gui-tar bite,
Heads will roll and rock ton-night!
Cp hauled the broken refrigerator door open, and grabbed a huge, raw chicken. He rotated around, and started to stroll to the front-door, towing the cold chicken in his hand.
For those a-bout to rock, we sa-luuute you! (Yes we do!)
Cp booted the door down, and reeled back the chicken. Right before he tossed the frozen chicken, numerous sparks rupture out of his hand, and touched the chicken, instantly cooking it.
The overcooked chicken flew out of his hand, and tumbled into the middle of the front yard. The aroma of cooked flesh caused every zombie around to directly run over to the chicken, hoping to satify their hunger.
Cp caught a peek at the 20+ zombies rushing to the chicken, ducked back into the house, drew the detonator out, and squashed the red button with his thumb.
The signal transmitted out, and reached a bunch of old, but still active, receivers buried 5ft. below the surface of the front yard.
Oooohhhhhhh, Sa-lute!
Right after the guitar solo kicked in, the front yard erupted in a rain of dirt and fire as the long-ago buried C4 packs exploded, obliteration half the zombies standing on the front lawn. Cp strolled through the raining debris; firing two M9s at any live undead and started to stride over to the tank still parked in Maple Drive.
The guitar solo wailed as Cp flung the empty M9 pistols aside, and climbed into the tank's open cockpit. Cp glanced ahead of him, and despite his sudden weakening of his muscles, and witnessed the assembled horde of zombies ahead of him. He took complete control over the armored vehicle.
We're just a batter-y for hire with a gui-tar fire,
Ready and aimed at you!
The tank's high-powered firing mechanism rotated around with a clank, and aimed straight at the inbound zombie mass.
Pick up your baallls and load up your cannons
For the twenty-one gun sa-lute!
For those about to rock...Fire!
POW!
Weeee saa-luuute yooouuuu!
Ooohhh, for those a-bout to rock...
Cp yanked the blue lever again, and the tank shook brutally. Another exploding projectile at the running zombies, and exploded a bunch of undead bodies on impact.
Weee saa-luuute yooouuuu!
Ooooo, for those a-bout to rock...Fire!
Another salvo blew up another section of the horde.
Oh! ... Fiiirrre!
POW!
Weeee-eeeee-eeeeeee, saaa-llluuuuute... yooooooooooooouuuuuuuuuuuuuu!
With a new burst of strength, Cp smashed his boot on the pedal, jamming it. The tank shot forward, going as fast as it could. The ground rumbled as the tank treads rolled over the street.
As the tank drove for Cp scramble out of the cockpit, and hastily climbed to the front of the tank.
He punched a yellow button below him, and two M249 SAWs popped out of the front of the tank, resting on top of twp mounts.
Cp pushed himself up, grabbed both mounted guns, and fired at the zombies ahead of him.
(Come on! Oo-ooh!) For those about to rock...we sa-lute you!
Unexpectedly, the guns ran out of ammunition, and clicked empty. Cp growled, left the guns, and jumped back into the cockpit. The tank was still driving at full speed at the zombies. Once again, he seized the blue firing lever.
Shoot!
POW!
Shoot!
POW!
The tank shuddered to a halt, and froze in place. He tugged the blue lever again, but no salvos shot out. Cp instantly glanced at the display scales; both batteries and ammunition presented zeros. Instinctively, Cp jumped out of the useless tank, and darted forward to face the zombies, firing two AA-12s in each hand.
For those who give!
For those who take!
Cp tossed the first empty shotgun aside, pulled out a G18, and started to mow down more zombies along with the half-empty AA-12. As he continued to quickly walk forward, his knee muscles started to sting.
For those left high,
And for those out on the make!
That's when his left knee gave away, and Cp collapsed down on one knee. As he fell, he tossed aside the two empty firearms, slid out an M16 and an ACR , and fired at the approaching zombies on his right side. Struggling, Cp balanced on his right knee, and fought to bring his cramped-up muscle forward, with little success.
Weeee saa-luute you!
Cp painfully stood on his left contracted leg, but that's when his right knee gave away, and he fell a second time. Dropping the two guns on his abrupt fumble, Cp slid out two P90s and fired at incoming zombies on his left side.
Weeee saa-luute you!
Cp sent another burst of strength into his legs, and he barely managed to stand; both of his hampered legs wobbled from carrying his own body.
Weeee saa-luute yoooooooo-oooouuuuuuuuuu!
At last, both of his legs collapsed down in pain, causing Cp to fall on his knees, and hit the ground, dropping the two P90s. In his struggle to move forward, Cp had only reached 20ft. in distance from the tank behind him.
The song was starting to finish, and the zombies were gathering around, hungering for meat. Cp pushed himself up from the ground, sitting on both knees, and fired two of his high-velocity .50 pistols. More zombie heads exploded as the .50 armor piercing bullets ripped through their bones.
When the pistols clicked empty, he threw them down, and slid out an M79 grenade launcher from his leather jacket's sleeve. He pulled a 40mm grenade out of his pocket, slipped it into the M79, and fired. The grenade took off at the zombies, and blew up a bunch of them in an orange cloud of flames.
Still persistent, the zombies kept running at the down Cp, now closing in on him by 50ft, and the song was just about to end.
Cp quickly reached both hands into his jacket, and pulled out two N.E.2 grenades, which had a 100ft. blast radius, minus the scorching shockwave. As the zombies ran to him, Cp slowly drew the grenades up to his head height, and clasped them tightly.
Taking one last breath, Cp pressed both grenades' buttons. Closing his eyes behind his Choppers on his head, he mentally tuned the high-pitched beeping of the grenades and the howls of the zombies all around him now.
...
...
FIRE!
KA-BOOOOOMMMMM!
To Be Continued
Author's Note: The song is For Those About to Rock (We Salute You) by AC DC (go look them up and listen to the song) a great band, in my opinion. At the moment, I am taking my Finals, and working on my Language Final paper. The next chapter in "The Wild West" will take some time, but it will be put up sometime in the future.
Thanks for reading, and a special thanks to those who review. Stand by for the chapter: "Final Series, Part 3", in the near future.