Hey Zombies

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Pre Flight

The plan was set. The group was at the door while Jamie, the last resort, was on the roof of the Research building, one propane tank in his hand and the other three at his feet, all with an emergency flare duck taped next to the valve. Also at Jamie's feet was a scoped Remington, resting on the edge of the building. Jamie took the flare on the tank he was holding and ignited it. With all his might, Jamie tossed the propane tank, which fell five stories and crushed a single infected, with a fair distance added in the toss. He took the other, did the same with the flare, and threw it several degrees further to the left to ensure they were evenly spaced out. It landed about fifty feet behind the first one he had tossed. The second one didn't kill any infected but startled several around its impact. Jamie then took the final two and tossed them both, each landing next to either the far tank or the closer tank. All four tanks rested on the ground, the flares burning a fiery red, like stars on the concrete.

Miles glanced out the window and saw the tanks fall from above. Each landed on the concrete, causing little cracks in the ground and dents where the tank impacted the earth.

"Okay, everybody back." Miles said and everyone scooted away from the door, aware the glass would be shattered by the explosions of the tanks closest to them. Arnold gripped Charlie's ankles tighter, his palms sweating profusely against Charlie's skin. Arnold had Charlie's legs hanging over his shoulder while Charlie's top end rested on Gerald's head who held him up by his shoulders.

On the roof, Jamie positioned himself next to the rifle, laying entirely on his front side. He reached over, grabbed the bolt and cocked it back. The gun clicked and a shimmering brass bullet loaded itself into the firing mechanism. Jamie glued his eye to the scope as the rifle hung over the edge of the roof. He slowly adjusted his direction until one of the pair of tanks came into his view through the scope. With a couple more motions, Jamie had both propane tanks in his crosshair. He shifted his shoulder once more and took a deep breath in.

Back in the lobby, the others were huddled behind decorative columns, their ears cuffed by their hands. Torvald had Curly by the neck, still bound and gagged at the mouth with tape. Miles had a bound Victor in his grip, with a pistol against Victor's back to ensure no funny business. Behind him, Helga was crouched next to Arnold. She shimmied a little bit, leaning into Arnold and Arnold returned the gesture by grabbing her hand behind his back.

Jamie let his breath go as a sigh of relief and pulled the trigger. The bullet launched from the barrel, spun at a thousand revolutions per minute until it struck the propane tank.

The explosion was not very wide but still caused damage around it, clearing the infected in a twenty foot diameter or so. The shockwave vibrated the glass on the lobby entrance violently until it abruptly shattered into little crystals. The others kept their ears cuffed, knowing they wouldn't go until the second explosion. Jamie rinsed and repeated, cocked his rifle and aimed for the tanks further away from the building.

After breathing in and out, Jamie fired another bullet, striking the second pair of tanks dead on. That explosion was even larger, before long, a large path shaped like a giant eight was made for the group, as Jamie could see. He felt a little bit of pride for his work of art but knew it wasn't over. He dropped the Remington and dashed for a small pack next to one of the antennas. After several clips, he had fastened the pack to his backside.

Jamie then bent down, grabbed his rifle and tossed the strap over his shoulder as well. Jamie looked back at where he had fired the sniper rounds and took a few more breaths. Down below he could hear the gunfire and knew the group below was dashing for the hangar, no more than a quarter mile across the compound. It was a bit of a dash but thankfully the propane tanks cleared the way for the first half of the run. Jamie fiddled with a small ring attached to a cord on his pack. He pinched it, and sprinted for the edge of the building. With every last bit of energy he had in his legs, he pushed himself off the building with his feet and leapt as far as he could.

Without missing a beat, he yanked the cord and the air resistance coming at him quickly unfolded the red dyed parachute in his pack. It successfully deployed and Jamie began to float through the air, diving straight for the hangar. He pulled each handle on his left and right to help direct him. Below him, he could see the gunfire of the group continuing to progress toward the hangar. The infected were still stunned from the explosion but quickly began to realize there was a meal to catch.

Little by little, the infected began to take notice of the group running right past them. They began to snarl and grit their teeth as they saw the people running and began to sprint after them themselves. Jamie, traveling a bit faster than the group, landed on the top of the metal hangar, quickly unclipping the parachute from his pack to keep it from dragging him. He turned around, ran to the edge of the hangar from the direction he just came from and began to fire at the infected with his weapon.

Down on the ground, Arnold and Gerald were struggling the most, carrying the unconscious Charlie. Not only was it more weight for them to run with, but it was a limp body that didn't help them move at all, only gravity could tell Charlie's body where to go. Miles, Bob, Suzie, and Stella all had weapons to fire at the infected, pistols they had obtained from Victor's cache in his office. Even with all the bullets flying, the infected only seemed to continue closing in on them.

Jamie continued to suppress them from the roof of the hangar, "Guys! Move!" His gun clicked, no more ammo. He quickly ejected the empty magazine and slammed another into it, his last one. Whilst he reloaded, he grabbed one of the three frag grenades clipped to his belt, popped the pin and threw it into the crowd.

"We're almost there! Keep pushing!" Miles said. Meanwhile, Torvald was at the back, lugging the resistant Curly who was not helping Torvald progress at all. Curly looked up at Torvald, seeing the sweat on his eyes and the hazy breath he took in.

Suddenly, the frag Jamie had tossed exploded. Curly took the time to twist in Torvald's grip until his hand was close to Torvald's utility belt where he frantically felt around for Torvald's knife. Within seconds, Curly grabbed the knife, cutting himself from grabbing the blade and lifted it from Torvald's person. Then he thrusted all his weight into him. Torvald ended up tripping and falling to the side.

Meanwhile at the front, Miles arrived first at the hangar door, thrusted it open, and tossed the bonded Victor inside. He turned around to see everyone catching up and the infected continuing to dash after them.

Torvald and Curly fell a few feet from each other. Torvald struggled to get up but Curly was able to stagger to his feet. He continued to hop toward the others. Sid was the only one who noticed as he looked back to check on the people behind him. Very faintly he could see Torvald in the distance with infected sprinting towards him and Curly who struggled to hop with his bindings. Sid ran up to him and tore the tape off his mouth.

"What happened?!" Sid cried.

"Torvald tripped!" Was all Curly could say. Bob ran to their aid as well, he grabbed Curly by the shoulders who quickly stuffed Torvald's knife into his camo pants, giving his backside a minor scratch. Sid went to go help Torvald.

Sid cried his name, "Torvald!"

A line of infected sealed Torvald away from Sid. Torvald continued to fire at the infected that dashed after him.

"Sid go! Get the hangar locked up!"

"Torvald, you can make it!" Sid cried.

The infected only pushed Torvald further away from them, Sid could barely understand him, "Jus-g-oo, d—n't-r-ust-Curl-y!" More gunfire erupted but slowly died down. Sid could see a group of infected conjoining on one spot, dog piling something to the ground. All Sid could hear from there were blood curdling screams and short bursts of gun fire. Gerald, having dropped Charlie in the hangar, ran back to get him.

"Come on Sid, we can't, we gotta go. He's gone." Gerald screamed. Sid resisted slightly, only to give in and let Gerald rush him to the hangar. Miles stood at the door, aiming carefully past Sid and Gerald who were the only ones left outside. Miles shot off a few more infected that dove after them, but Sid and Gerald successfully evaded all of them and got inside the hangar. Miles then slammed the smaller door shut, engulfing the hangar in darkness…

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Everybody seemed to agree they were in Ohio. The air felt moist and Stinky distinguished it may have been coming from Lake Erie. The enticing scent of saltwater in the air may draw them towards more shelter and protection, but they still had another two weeks on the road at least if they kept going. But it was obvious to them, it was a mistake to travel this far on foot. Phoebe slumped against the concrete wall. The group had stopped at a broken down gas station. Everyone but Stinky and Eugene were still outside the store, they were lucky to have found supplies at every pit stop they made.

Phoebe looked around at her surroundings. Tai and Nadine continued to mend Mai's bandaged leg, with looks of hope on their faces as they saw the healing process. It began to hit Phoebe as well that it was a mistake to bring everybody out here.

I may have killed all these people by doing this, Phoebe thought.

As if on cue, "We've still got a fair amount of bullets left, if push came to shove..." Harold said, standing over her. Phoebe looked up at him, her arms crossed and eyes matted with dried tears. Her frown only intensified after Harold spoke. She stood up, looked him in the eyes and swung her arm at him. His head flung to the right from the impact, the slap nearly echoed in all directions. The group looked up when they heard the sound and gazed in awe as Harold clutched the skin where Phoebe had struck him.

"Shut up…don't you ever say anything like that again." Phoebe said. Harold looked at her, a hand still on his cheek, and remorse melted onto his face.

"I'm sorry. I just can't take it to seeing our group suffer like this…it feels inevitable to me anyways." Harold said, his voice very monotone. He proceeded to walk off to the other side of the store. The rest watched as he disappeared around the corner. Just then, Stinky and Eugene came out the front doors, both with plastic bags filled with what appeared to be cans and other miscellaneous stuff they found.

"Well we're in luck," Stinky said, plopping his bag on the wagon, "Found enough for everyone to last us a few more days, if we're smart about rationing it." He said. There was no response, no sign of joy for his work. He looked up and saw Phoebe against the wall, her head in her arms and Harold was not in sight. Eugene noticed the same after putting his bag down as well.

"What happened?" Eugene asked. Phoebe got up and walked towards them.

"We left, that's what happened." Phoebe said, her voice sounding hopeless, "Never should've brought all you here, it only made matters worse." She continued to squeak with every sob.

"Don't say that Phoebe, you know we're making good progress. We got out of Pennsylvania right?"

"Yeah? And how many more states Eugene?! Three? Four? Nobody here even knows where FTi Kappa is!" Phoebe erupted. Everyone was silent, amazed but aghast at Phoebe's sudden burst of anger, something they rarely saw in her. Phoebe walked away from the group and further away from the rural gas station into the middle of the wasteland around her. It felt dangerous being so exposed but Phoebe's anger wiped away what was left of her rationality and maybe even her will to live. She stood there in silence and continued to think about Gerald and the others, wondering what could possibly be going on. She looked down and saw a pebble at her feet. Depressingly she kicked it away from her vicinity.

As soon as it stopped rolling, she heard a loud bang behind her, and with it came a large flash of light. The flash didn't harm her seeing as she had her back turned. She looked back to see little sparks in the air but the nighttime darkness obscured any figures from her vision. Phoebe called out.

"Guys? You alright over there?" She said as she approached the gas station. She could hear scuffling of feet and what sounded like the hum of an engine getting closer. She prepared to call out people's names but was stopped when a hand reached from behind her and cupped her mouth. A strange fume invaded her nostrils as she struggled against this attacker but she began to feel weak. The fumes continued to feel her head with nausea. Before they took full effect, she realized she was getting dosed with chloroform before passing out…

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People continued to scuffle around in the dark, mumbling, trying to get their bearings. "Everybody relax." Said Miles. Shortly after, there were footsteps, and metal clanging. Miles struggled to find the switch, feeling around on the cold metallic walls. Finally, he felt a large plastic rod jutting from the wall. He gripped it tightly, and thrusted it upwards. Immediately, the hangar filled with light that poured over everything. Everyone's sight was restored. Jamie rubbed his eyes together, letting his pupils focus as he looked around the room. Immediately he saw something was off.

"Where's Torvald?" He asked. Everyone else instantly began looking around, Sid and Gerald then came through the door and slammed it shut, leaving the infected outside to slam against the metal exterior of the hangar.

"Where did Torvald go?!" Jamie asked again.

Sid and Gerald struggled to catch their breath, wanting to answer. Meanwhile, Bob tossed Curly, still tied up, to the ground. Jamie saw him and walked over to him. He grabbed him by his arms and shook him a couple times, slamming his head against the concrete ground. He pinched one side of the tape that sealed Curly's mouth and slowly tore it from his lips. The stretch of Curly's skin and the ripping sound of the tape made it painful for everybody as Curly grunted.

"What happened to him, you son of a bitch." Jamie growled.

"He fell, he was dragging me until he pushed me forward all of a sudden and next thing I know we were both on the ground."

"He did fall, I tried to get him and he was getting back up before they got him." Sid added.

"What makes you think we can buy that?" Jamie replied.

"Why argue, Lieutenant Johannson? Corporal Torvald is dead regardless right? What good is it to kill a simple grunt like Curly here." Victor piped up.

"Victor, shut up." Miles said, "Look Jamie, as hard as it is to say, He's right. Torvald's dead and there's nothing we can do. We'll get out of here in the plane and figure things out when we're in the air.

"Why bother? Let's just toss this prick outside right now and get out of here." Jamie said.

"No." Arnold said. He then looked at Victor who was still tied up and leaning against the hangar wall. He walked up to him, "Tell us, why is Curly so important? We need you, obviously, but why him." Gerald looked at the two, and as Arnold talked, his eyes widened in shock.

"Anything?" Arnold asked, "It'd be so easy for us to throw him out there and let the infected tear him apart, but you seem to need him for something, don't you?" Victor just stood there, not intimidated but still had no response.

"That really depends on him." Victor said finally. Arnold was quiet. He turned around and looked at Miles.

"Dad, let's bring him. Interrogate him in the air and we'll figure out the truth sooner or later." Miles looked back at his son; a smile grew on his face, pride in his son and who he's become.

"Get him on the plane Jamie." Miles said. Jamie reluctantly picked Curly up from the ground.

"You murdered him you son of a bitch, I know it," Jamie whispered to Curly, "And I will not stop until you're in front of a firing squad." With that and a shove, the group walked to the plane. Miles pulled the stairs down and everyone loaded in. The interior had a mildewy smell, one familiar to Jamie and Victor but not anyone else. Jamie hauled Curly to the back of the plane, walking past Victor whom was already sitting.

Curly stared at Victor as he passed, a glare on his face of betrayal. Victor just shook his head as Curly passed, and everyone else took their seats. Curly unfortunately didn't get a comfortable linen chair. Instead he lay on the cold metallic flooring of the plane in the very back. There was barely enough space for everyone in the passenger section. Miles and Stella got in the cockpit while everyone sat in pairs.

Miles flicked a couple switches on the dashboard, "Let's get out of here." He said before locking eyes with Stella as the two smiled at one another. Their newfound freedom giving them a sense of hope in the dreary world around them. Suddenly, Arnold walked up to the cockpit entrance and peaked his head in.

"It's good and all that we got to the plane but how are we gonna deal with the party outside?" Arnold asked.

"Son, just sit back and enjoy the fireworks. That is if this baby's still got the kick it's had from ten years ago." Miles said. Arnold just smiled but did not leave his parents' side. Miles flipped a switch and pulled the rip cord. A loud bang echoed in the hangar and the plane began to spew smoke from its rudders.

"We're five by five?" Miles asked.

Stella answered, "Yes indeed, let's get outta here." She said, looking at Miles. Miles, in return, grabbed her hand, pulled her in close and gave her a peck on the lips. Miles then revved the wheel toward him. Jamie hopped back off the plane to get the hangar door. It was going to cut close but everyone had confidence that he would make it after opening the large metallic barrier that sealed them off from the infected outside. Jamie walked over to the side of the door with the switches. He looked into the cockpit window where Miles watched him. He gave him a subtle nod and Jamie hit the switch. The door opened slowly and the swarms of infected were allowed entry to the hangar.

Jamie quickly ran from the door to the plane, hopped on and slammed the plane shut.

"Full throttle, go!" Miles screamed. Everyone held on tight. The infected were oblivious but still conscious about what was in front of them. One by one they snarled and began to limp toward the plane at first. Then their appetite got the best of them and they began to sprint for the plane, spilling onto the hangar floor.

"Come on, come on!" Miles yelled again. The plane lurched forward. Everyone in the passenger section jolted backwards. The infected were hungry indeed but did not take into account the spinning propellers giving off immense air resistance that pushed them away. Some were too resilient and instead were pulled in with the suction.

"Miles, all that blood and guts, what makes you think the propellers will hold?" Stella asked.

"They'll hold, this pup's still got life in her, I know it." Miles said as he gripped the steering wheel tightly. More infected proceeded to bolt for the plane instead to get chopped up inside the propellers as the plane rolled out of the hangar, cutting up everything in its path.

"Right Miles." Stella said.

"I know." Miles responded. With a struggle, the plane chopped through the swarm of infected. The ones that weren't diced up proceeded to slam on the hull, wanting their meal which was concealed inside. Arnold nervously left the cockpit and sat down next to Helga whose hand immediately grabbed his. The two looked at each other and then out the passenger window. The plane slowly lurched forward out of the compound area and rolled towards the east fence.

"Miles?"

"I know!" Miles pulled with everything he had, giving the plane as much thrust as possible. The engine revved and the plane rolled, picking up speed. The nose of the plane struck the fence first, then the wheels flattened it before the plane gained its top throttle. Before long, the wheels loosened some pressure and then immediately lifted off the ground. Everybody's ears popped as the plane gained altitude. With every twenty feet the plane climbed, everyone gave off a hazy and pressure induced breath. With a slight tilt, Miles yawed the plane around. Everybody on the right side looked down at the compound of FTi Kappa, hardly any lights to be found, and little ant looking figures roaming around, the infected they had just combated.

Then it stopped. The plane stopped climbing and began to cruise gently at ten thousand feet, heading west. Miles and Stella looked at each other again and smiled. Miles got up, leaving Stella in control and peaked his head out the cockpit to everyone.

"Excuse me ladies and gentlemen, we are currently cruising at ten thousand feet, the no smoking and seatbelts signs will turn off. Beverages will be served shortly." Miles said with a smile. Without missing a beat, everyone whooped for joy. Arnold gave Helga a loving embrace and than a long kiss which Gerald watched, clocking it at around twelve seconds.

Sid, sitting next to Gerald, patted him on the shoulder and the two gave each other a friendly hug.

"Feeling better man?" Gerald asked as he let go of their embrace.

"Yeah, I'd say so." Sid replied with a smile, "I know the others will take a while to forgive me but maybe they'll come around."

"Don't sweat it man, Arnold's still your friend, he could see the good in you and he knew he could get you back on our side where you belong." Gerald said, patting Sid's shoulder. Sid responded with a bright smile.

"Hold on people, we're not out of the woods yet. We may be safe but we still have the trip to make to Nevada. It'll take a couple hours but in the mean time, check yourself for wounds and rest while you can." Miles said. He turned back and sat back down, guiding the plane once more.

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The plane continued to hum and moan, with maybe thirty minutes of flight time left. Gusts of wind struck the plane as it glided in the air. Everyone in the passenger seat had fallen asleep, even Victor surprisingly, who sat in the back row, still strapped down to his chair was able to nod off. Meanwhile, Curly was still on the ground, while Jamie sat diagonally across from him, but had fallen asleep. Curly took the time to get the knife out of his pants and started working on the tape that bound his hands. The knife sliced at the tape as Curly's wrists began to loosen more and more. Suddenly, the tape snapped and his hands were free. He took caution not to make too much noise with the ripping. The noise woke Victor however whom opened his eyes and looked over. He saw Curly crushing the destroyed duck tape and stuffing it into his pocket. Victor's eyes widened with surprise.

"Thaddeus…" He whispered, calling Curly by his legal name, "What are you doing?!"

"They're not gonna get away with this…I'll show them. Just like you told me, how important this was to you." Curly replied, that crazy glare in his left eye, almost making it lazy.

"Don't do what I think you're gonna do."

"Don't worry doc, when the plane lands, I'll take them all by surprise." Curly said.

"Don't be an idiot, if you go and do this, I'm not gonna aid you at all." Victor whispered loudly again.

"Come on old man, you know you're useless to me anyways." Curly replied, his eyes squinting.

Victor prepared to respond to his condescending reply but Arnold was awake as well and was walking towards them, checking what the noise was about. Both fell quiet.

Arnold walked over to Curly and knelt down. Victor shut his eyes and proceeded to play-sleep, "Curly…" Arnold said, "What happened to you man...remember how close we were before you left for the army?"

"I don't remember or feel anything Arnold, don't you remember? I'm a psychopath like always."

Arnold shrugged, "You always were a bit too blunt, but why would you do something like this? Help the person who's actually trying to destroy mankind?" Victor opened his eyes, his pride wanted to object to Arnold's comment as he thought he was doing the complete opposite.

"I mean look around you," Arnold continued, "Our hometown is ruined, all the people we knew as kids, some of our parents, people like Mrs. Vitello or Mr. Green?"

"Mr. Green is dead?" Curly asked.

"I listened as Stinky watched him turn, then he blew his brains out." Arnold said, his voice very low and serious, hoping the thought could convince Curly to get rid of the evil in him. Curly did in fact give a response of remorse, but unbeknownst to Arnold, it was fake behavior. Curly bobbed his head and Arnold reached up and put his hand on Curly's shoulders.

Colors and haze all rushed through Arnold's head again as he gripped it in pain. Images rushed through his head as he began to see Curly's thoughts like a movie. He saw Curly shaking Victor's hands, him and Jamie rolling on the ground in a tussle after Curly found the bomb, and finally, he saw Curly's evil smirking face after he had tossed Torvald to the infected. The rush stopped and Arnold's vision returned. He was staring right into Curly's eyes who looked at him in disbelief.

"You killed him…You killed Torvald!" Arnold cried. Everyone began to wake up.

"Murderer!" Arnold cried.

"Arnold, what is it?!" Jamie asked frantically as he woke up as well.

"Curly lied, he pushed Torvald away to save himself, and he lifted Torvald's knife.." While Arnold had his head turned towards Jamie, Curly had lifted himself up and grabbed Arnold by the throat.

"You always were too much of a goody two shoes Arnold, never knew when to not be a tattle tale." Curly whispered, a slight growl in the way he talked, his teeth almost grinding against Arnold's ear.

Jamie drew his pistol and Curly shielded behind Arnold, the knife to his throat.

" Take it easy Curly, you know we're ten thousand feet in the air, you got nowhere to go." Jamie said.

"Oh I don't plan on leaving, I wouldn't be anywhere else other than Alpha, if the infected haven't gotten there yet. I just don't want a prick like you in control."

"What motive have you got Thaddeus? What will this accomplish?" Miles said, calling Curly by his proper name.

"Self preservation…you can't begin to imagine what Victor has shown me…the terrors in San Lorenzo we left behind. And now you want to go back to rescue Chocolate boy, the bastard can't even speak for himself now. For all intents and purposes, he's pretty much dead!"

"Thaddeus!" Victor erupted from the seat next to him. Curly looked towards him, "You think I want to go back? I'd rather take my chances with the soldiers, even if it kills me. But our plan will prevail, I promise. Just put the gun down..."

"I'm not going back to the jungle doc!" Curly said, his voice almost sounding afraid.

"You won't have to…" Victor replied, understanding Curly was becoming a loose end.

"Curly, put Arnold down and drop the knife, we're gonna be landing in Alpha soon." Jamie said, his gun still drawn. Curly stood there in silence, the knife pressing into Arnold's skin causing him to bleed.

"Fine, you want Arnold? You can have him!" With that, Curly threw Arnold forward into Jamie's torso, throwing him off and causing him to drop his pistol. Curly was too fast for everyone and grabbed the pistol. Jamie saw this and dived for his rifle but Curly had the drop on him.

"Put it down, Lieutenant." Curly said. Jamie stopped and stood next to everyone who hustled against the cockpit. Stella was still frantically flying the plane.

"Now," Curly said, "Everyone's going to sit down and relax. We land in Alpha and you guys let me go my own way, understood?"

"You're not gonna shoot me Curly." Jamie said, his pride beginning to show.

"Why's that eh? Jamie-O!" Curly said.

"Cuz I still owe you for keying my fucking car!" Jamie said. With that, he ducked and attempted to charge into Curly. But Curly was faster. The gun shots roared inside the plane hull as Curly fired the gun into Jamie's back. The bullets entered his backside and exited his waist where they skimmed Jamie's last grenade which had flung free from his belt.

No one could explain or picture what happened next. Arnold was the only one with a vivid picture. There was an explosion, a hole jutted from the plane, not sure if it was the grenades that caused it, and Curly losing his stance before the immense pressure sucked him out of the newly formed hole on the side of the plane. Smoke and fire erupted from the plane as it began to dive down towards the cool nighttime desert below…

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To Be Continued

New Hey Zombies chapters coming September 2015

Author's Note: Hey guys, making some big breaks with writing HZ. However, I need some time to get enough material written for *daily chapters* if I want to keep the story consistent. So I plan to take a couple weeks to plan out the rest of the story, then I'm gonna start cracking down on writing actual chapters for release. So consider this the "mid series finale" of Hey Zombies. Hopefully I can finish the story in 40 chapters cuz I have LOTS of ideas for where it can go and how it'll wrap up in the end. I called it a Horror Adventure for a reason ;)

-M

P.S - I have rough cuts posted under "Hey Zombies Season 3" on my profile, you are welcome to read ahead, but be warned, I wrote them in a bit of a rush and released them post-haste so continuity and such may be an issue. So if you want to read ahead, it's my treat, but please if you have ideas or suggestions, please leave a review or PM me with your suggestions and critique and I will utilize them to revise said chapters. Thank you all for reading, the adventure will hopefully continue SOON!