(A/N: Hey all. So I actually got around to writing more for this thing! Cool, right? It's only been like... two months? Sorry about that. School's being merciful now, though, so I may actually be updating for a bit. xoxo)

Zhen Ji had had her affairs interrupted by a great many things, but having her threesome interrupted by her rival being chased by a horde of drooling undead beasts certainly took the cake. Her lover jumping out of bed nude and starting to beat up on said undead beasts with a stick certainly counted for something as well. It was a sign that one had lived in Wei far too long, she decided, when one responded to such a situation with an analysis of the nude man's muscle structure and fighting technique.

"Kick their asses, cutie~!" Wuxing, of course, had been born here. Poor girl. 'Cutie', of course, obliged anyway. He did fight well. Nuwang hesitated a moment, then plopped down on the bed beside Ji.

"Good show."

"Indeed."

"Does he have a name?"

"Nope."

"Pity."

"Yep. After today, he won't exist."

"Lucky for you, hm?"

"Unlucky for you, hm?"

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Ling Tong was, to put it mildly, screwed. Not that he'd let on, of course, but he was currently crouched in a locked storeroom, hiding from either the rampaging zombies trying to kill everyone or the rampaging Wei generals trying to kill the zombies. Tong sighed and blew a strand of his long hair from his face. At least, he thought, Gan Ning was equally screwed, if not moreso. After all, he was out there, facing the horde, trying to save Shang Xiang. And, idiot that he was, he probably had gotten lost or something. Tong shook his head to rid himself of the mental image of the pirate crying for help as he was being torn to shreds. Somehow, it was not pleasant. Outside Tong's sanctuary, the gargling shrieks grew louder and more piercing as the zombies converged. Whoever was outside the door was not doing well. With a groan, Tong grabbed his nunchucks and straightened up.

"Epic fail, here I come," he grumbled as he unhooked the latch on the door and prepared himself to fight. These guys were gonna owe him.

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"Stab straight, ya freak!" yelled the taller boy, flailing his spear any which way but straight himself. Deng Ai didn't even dignify that with a reply, although that was mostly due to being to scared to articulate anything. It seemed like for every zombie they stabbed, two more popped up. Not that the one they stabbed actually died, most times. His companion, Zhong Hui, had given up on form and was now whacking at random, making little noises of terror. He had a point. They were going to get eaten. To death. Badly.

Oh, and now those things were coming in through the windows. Wonderful. That was just the icing on the cake.

The door to the storeroom opened a crack. The cake now had sprinkles. Suddenly--

"Let's get this over with!" A warrior in crimson charged out of the storeroom and began laying waste left and right with a decent amount of flair. Ai froze, caught between wearing-red-run-away and has-a-pulse-stay-close. The latter won out when the warrior lifted him up to get him out of harm's way, before sending everything zombie within seven feet of them flying into the air and landing with crunches that indicated that they weren't getting up again.

"Dude, who are you?" Hui was always blunt with such things.

"The name's Ling Tong," drawled the tall man, looking them over with a hint of disbelief, "Don't tell me Wei's recruiting kids now?"

"W-we... w-w-w..." Ai felt his face burning again. How was he going to get anywhere if he couldn't talk to important people?

"We're not recruits! My father works here, and this dork and me are studying to be somebodies." Well, Ai certainly was studying. His writing was praised by even the most high ranked scholars, and rumor had it that even Sima Yi had something good to say about him. As for Hui... Well, it was good for him that his father worked there.

"Ookay. If you say so. I'll be going that way now. Try not to get killed, okay?" Good advice, no matter what color one wore. Ling Tong set off around the corner, and that was that. Ai looked at Hui. Hui looked at Ai.

"H-he... He's um... He d-doesn't work f-for us, d-does he?" Ai managed after a minute.

"Ya serious?"

"Y-yeah...? I th-think..."

"And ya let him go?" Oh. Oops.

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Fen had never run that fast in her life. To be honest, she had never run very fast at all before that day, being delicate and ladylike and proper and whatnot. However, she had never been faced with, and subsequently chased by, anything even remotely as creepy as the zombies. And that was including, she thought wryly, wannabe scholar types who hung around trying to get the attention of any pretty young thing that walked by. At least those listened to threats.

She rounded a corner franticly, realized there were more coming right at her, and careened down another hallway. One of these haad to lead out...

Suddenly, strong hands gripped her arms and pulled her aside. She shreiked and started kicking, as all proper delicate ladies-in-waiting in Wei knew to do.

"Unhand me! Or I will-!!" Honestly, Fen wasn't sure how she would have finished that sentence had her captor not hefted her up to the rafters and instructed her to grab hold. Once she had steadied herself, she got a better look at the guy.

White headscarf, a half dozen expertly handled weapons, and a distict lack of a battle cry gave him away. Xiexie, General Xu Huang.

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Huang wondered briefly when his position in life had gone from accomplice-to-treachery to knight in shining armor. Probably, he thought, right about the time magic got involved in the whole thing. The girl, Fen, was safe out of the zombies' reach, at least, and the zombies were having difficulty getting back up after he whacked them in half. Glass shattered behind him. Were they coming in through the windows now? Huang glanced over his shoulder to assess the situation, only to find a man in red and gold armor impaling zombies on his pike.

"General Lu," Huang greeted stoicly, taking out five zombies in one sweep of his ax.

"General Xu," replied the newcomer with a curt nod, twirling his weapon and sending six zombies flying. Blank faced, Huang struck down seven. Lu Meng got eight. Neither was immature enough to admit it, but it was so on.

(A/N: And that is that. Zombie madness. Next chapter is fanservice. Somebody gets kissed, someone makes a confession, and someone is fully honest. Ciao! Review with guesses as to who is whom!)