The three Asians were huddled up in the freezer, wishing they had more clothes with them. As it were, they had put on every article of clothing that Yao had made them bring just in case, but it was still cold. Outside, they could hear the noise of many people moving quietly. None dared to make much noise lest they be found out.

Yao had just finished explaining the gist of his conversation with the divine duo. "They were the ones I Saw, I bet. That must have been what the spirits meant when they talked about finding the men of my dreams. Those two must be destined to help us somehow."

There was a ripping noise. All three of them began inspecting their clothes to see what had been torn. Yong Soo let out an exclamation, and pointed. A thin line had appeared in the air, looking completely out of place. It got wider and wider, until it eventually opened up enough for Elizabeta and Brian to step out.

"The Valkyries are here," said Elizabeta. "And they bring more friends."

Francis, Arthur, Alfred and Feliciano stepped out of the portal, looking around curiously before immediately shivering at the cold.

"Bloody hell, what are you doing in a place like this?" asked Arthur, colder than the others since he was only wearing a toga. His teeth began to chatter.

"Had to stay with the meat, or the zombies would have found us," replied Yao miserably. The deities looked around and noticed the unidentifiable animal parts placed haphazardly around them. They shuddered.

Yao stood up and offered a hand to Feliciano, who instead of shaking it, simply held Yao's hand absently. "Who did I speak to on the phone?" Yao asked. "Ah, wait, no. Uhm, I recognize two of you from my vision," he said, looking at Arthur and Francis. They nodded and introduced themselves.

"And this is Alfred, and the one still holding your hand is Feliciano," supplied Francis. Yao blinked and retrieved it delicately.

Yong Soo bounced upwards and shook everyone's hand enthusiastically. "So are you going to save us now?" he asked. Francis and Arthur looked at each other guiltily.

"Actually, I wanted to ask you something," Arthur quickly changed the subject. "How did you know how to contact us? No human has ever done that before."

Yao felt a touch proud. "I am a clairvoyant. All my life I have been in communication with the spirits. They were the ones who guided me through this. I think that I would be dead, if not for them. Also, I have dreams that speak of the future."

"They've never actually come true before, though," supplied Kiku helpfully. Yao glared at him.

"Well, it's not really my fault that they decided to wait for a while before coming true all at once. The point is that they were pretty accurate. I even predicted that guy," he pointed at Brian, who waved.

Francis nodded, head tilted slightly to the side in thought. "A human clairvoyant. How interesting. I have not seen one of those taking themselves seriously since that old goat Nostradamus. Ah, but he was a big phony," the demon amended.

Arthur jerked a thumb over his shoulder at Elizabeta. "That was clever. How did you manage to implant another soul in him?"

Yao rolled his eyes and waved a hand dismissively. "Don't look at me, he managed to do that himself. Ate a haunted fruit or something and got another soul by accident. He's had Elizabeta for years. Tried all manner of exorcisms but she doesn't seem to be going anywhere, not that we mind, but the Canadian kid still hasn't really accepted it. He's used to it now, though. It's kind of depressing, really."

Arthur nodded. "And you used her as a loophole to get into Transit. Very resourceful."

Yao grinned. "So, what now? We've managed to get you here, what are you gonna do about the oncoming apocalypse? Smite them with your halo, bash boom bang sorta thing?"

Francis and Arthur avoided his gaze. "Well, yes, let's see what the extent of the damage is, shall we?" Arthur suggested with false cheer. "You children stay in here, and Francis and I will just pop out for a bit and take a look-see."

They slipped out of the freezer, leaving the others behind, and went to peek out the window. Because they were not made of flesh and blood, the zombies did not notice their scent.

Since the Asian trio had arrived in the wee hours of the morning, the number of zombies standing around Times Square had gone from four, to ten, to twenty, to twenty thousand. Even though the pair had already seen the walking dead in Portugal, it was still enough to render them speechless.

Francis was the first to break the silence. "Ange," he said, voice low and devoid of its usual confidence. There was nothing more he could say. They were in pretty deep shit.

"Oh Lord, oh dear, oh my holy exploding dinosaurs this is all our fault, isn't it?" Arthur squeaked, on the verge of another nervous breakdown. Francis patted him on the shoulder, but could not think of anything to say that would make the angel feel better.

"Okay, do not panic. Maybe, perhaps, we can bring all these souls back to where they are supposed to go? We are the Carriers, after all, isn't this what we were meant to do? It's only on a larger scale this time."

Arthur shook his head, chewing on his nails nervously. "No, no, no. How? How can we move that many? I mean, sure we manage to do it pretty well on normal days but at least then the workload is tolerable. Twenty thousand is not such a big deal but think about it, Francis, this is only in one place! What about the rest of the world? What about all the humans who were freshly killed? It must be almost half, more than half, maybe two thirds of the population like this! How will we manage four billion souls by ourselves? Oh my God, we need help, we need so much help!"

Francis slapped the panicking angel. "Get a hold of yourself!" he hissed. "We cannot ask for help. What do you think our bosses well say when they see this? As it is, even with all the things they normally have to do, I'm sure they've noticed the sudden absence of souls coming in to Heaven and Hell. We need to fix this before they can put the blame on us. Now is not the time for panicking, we have to come up with some sort of idea."

"But, but, but," replied Arthur, still slightly frantic. "But, but! Wait! Wait wait wait, the humans, didn't they say something about the zombies wanting to open Hell's doors? They wanted to get back all the souls that have been in custody, oh no! What are we going to do! Can you imagine how many souls there will be floating around? Billions and billions! We'll never be able to fix that, Francis! All the angels and all the demons in existence wouldn't be able to fix that!"

Francis's mouth set in a grim line. "Well, then, we'll just have to figure out a way to stop the zombies before they open the Portals, now shouldn't we?" he said crisply, dragging the distraught angel behind him back to the freezer. "It's a good thing we had the sense to shut off the doors to Transit when we left but it's only a matter of time before they figure out how to get past that. Come, ange, we don't have all day to waste."

Kiku stepped out, looking around, and waved to them once he had spotted them. He held up his iTouch. "I was just listening to the news," he said. "The zombies say that not all of them have started gathering at the portals yet. Apparently nobody's really ready to open up the gates, except for like, two of them. Two of the gates, I mean. But one is being held up, because they apparently found some new human survivors and are getting ready to exterminate them, or 'convert' them as they call it."

"Wait, what?" asked Arthur, still looking over his shoulder distractedly at the horde of zombies outside. "So they won't open the gates?"

"No, they will, but it won't all be at the same time. In some places people are still gathering, and in Toronto, like I said, something came up. So apparently there is only one gate that is going to be opened now, and that is this one."

Yao showed up behind Kiku. "Well, the spirits really were right," he said. "We've managed to land ourselves right bang in the middle of the action." Yong Soo joined them, dragging Brian by the hand, and was followed shortly by the Canadian kid, who seemed slightly out of it because Elizabeta had not fully relinquished her hold on his body. Alfred popped up behind them, also dragging Feliciano, who whimpered at the sight of the zombies outside. Alfred clamped a hand over the small not-really-a–demon's mouth to keep him quiet.

Francis sighed softly through his nose. "Well, that makes things easier for us, at least for now. If we are lucky, no two portals will be opened at the same time, and so we will be able to put a stop to each and every one before they can be opened."

"How do you intend to do that?" asked Elizabeta. Francis shrugged. Arthur chewed his lip. "Well we're not going to solve anything by standing around inside," he offered at last. "Let's go take a look. If we're lucky, the zombies will rip us to shreds before out bosses do."

Francis smiled wryly. "If we're lucky."

Crap chapter is crap.

AHA somewhere in some chapter I used Word to change Im to Yong Soo because my son't a bully. It changed the "im" in "impossible". It turned into Yong Soopossible.

HAHAHA WHAT.

Yong Soopossible. Asian cousin of Kim Possible?

I think that should be a new word.

Yong Soo possible (noun) : The strange state of being when something shouldn't be possible, but for some reason has just occurred.

e.g. Dude, how the fuck did my dog get on the roof?

And there would be movies called Mission Yong Soopossible where the main character is a magical sword-wielding ninja space cowboy pirate with a fire-breathing unicorn and a beautiful male sidekick.

Mhm.

Y'ALL. Making friends on the internet is fun. I'm amassing, other than an army of Canadians, an internet family. I am Papa. I have a son and a flaming homo son, a daughter I disowned because he's not being manly enough and a pet turtle and an iguana. And a brother. I got myself a wife so my kids wouldn't be bastards (haha I don't think that's how it works though~) but I haven't spoken to her in ever (hey look she's the only one whose gender fits her role or vice versa whatever) so yeah, I'm getting a divorce. Without telling her. Because I've never actually spoken to her anyway.

BOTTOM LINE WHO WANTS TO BE MY WIFE. IDGAF if you're already some other family member or pet or something because fuck my family's messed up anyways AHHA.

I sprained my neck playing rugby. Which is funny because 1)I wasn't actually doing anything but stand around and b) who the fuck uses their neck to pay rugby.

Oh, I got tackled once though even though I didn't have the ball. Went rolling onto my back. Like an overturned turtle I swear to god.

Socially awkward turtle.

Can we change the word member. Can we call them memebers. Like if you're fans of the same meme. Memebers.

Did you know that's actually pronounced "meem".

I didn't.

FFFFFFFUUUUUU-

Imma watch Durarara soon. Yeees.

Wait there was something not stupid I wanted to say... oh yeah, most people suggested to wait until after ADA&Z before going on with the drabble collection thingy. Also, prompts are welcome. I am forever in need of ideas mmmyes.

Fuck I spelled ideas as idead. Like, iPod. 'Cept this is iDead. New app for the zombies maybe?

Fuck if zombies took over the world would they watch movies about rampaging humans?

Also question, which characters do you like other than the ones already in this fic?