A/N Hey! Updating late at night. This, my friends, has been a long, and sometimes crack-filled, journey. 26 letters, 26 chapters, and this is the last. So thanks for sticking with it this long, everybody! I'm writing this final chapter with my Dying Will! Based of a plot idea that's been in my head since I started reading Infinity today (great book, by the way.) and because I'm a Walking Dead fanatic! Enjoy!

Z is for ZOMG I left out the disclaimer in the last chapter! (But the poem was mine so…)

Z is for zombies.

Zombies.

In Namimori.

All because Verde screwed up massively. VERY massively.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~FLASHBACK MUSIC~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was a typical day. Reborn, Hibari, Colonello, and Lal were beating Tsuna's ass. Gokudera was trying to kill Yamamoto (and Hibari, for beating Tsuna, but only him, because even Gokudera won't attack an Arcobaleno.), and Yamamoto was laughing. Ryohei was doing things EXTREMELY, Lambo was stealing food from I-Pin, who was chasing him. Hibari was fighting Dino, with Romario and Kusekabe on standby. Chikusa was trying to get Ken to bathe, Mukuro was having a starring contest with himself (what, you thought he'd be doing something normal?), Chrome was watching her friends, Fuuta was being adorable…I mean ranking things…and Bianchi was cooking.

UNTIL!

The horrifying screech of the undead broke through the calm (well, it was calm considering the normal mornings.) of the morning. Everyone paused at first, not realizing the sudden danger of the atmosphere. The pacifiers of the Arcobaleno glowed, and then there was Verde.

Barely conscious, he managed to choke out his story: Working on a new 'project' (which he left undisclosed.) he had accidently released a new virus, which clung to the newly dead and reanimated them.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~LET THE BLOOD BATH BEGIN~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

So, naturally, the zombies came after Tsuna. Let's face it, he has that awful luck and adorable face combo that danger is just drawn to like a moth to flame. And, of course, everyone had to protect Tsuna; again, the luck and face combo, the moths and the flame.

Of course, Verde, Spanner, Shouichi, and Giannini were currently working on a cure, but at the moment, it seemed like there was not going to be a major break through any time soon. Luckily, it seemed like it wasn't contagious like the media proclaimed and only the people who died within the past year came back.

Unless a zombie ripped you apart, effectively killing you and turning you into a zombie.

So, much running and killing ensued. It seemed to them that a ton of people must have died this year. And then, as quickly as it began, it ended. Hours passed and not a single zombie was seen. The groups of survivors took note of who they were with, and started forming plans. The groups went as such:

Tsuna, Gokudera, Yamamoto, Reborn, Colonello, Lal, Kusekabe, Romario. (Yes, Dino was separated from Romario…because in zombie movies, you're always put in the worst possible situation…and I'm very evil.)

Hibari, Dino, I-pin, Lambo, and Ryohei.

Ken, Chikusa, Mukuro, and Chrome.

Bianchi.

Fuuta. (Yes, Bia and Fuu are on their own. There IS a reason, I swear.)

"Okay," Tsuna gasped "We have to find the others!"

Gokudera nodded vigorously; he'd never admit it, but he really was worried about his sister. Everyone agreed as well, so off they were.

Hibari's group was the easiest to find; follow the path of blood and gore, or, if there wasn't any, go to Namimori Middle.

Mukuro's was also easy; Kokyo Middle was where they practically lived, after all.

So, now most of our beloved characters are together, and the zombies are back; and out for blood (or brains, but you get it)! One of the zombies, a guy who must have been in his mid-fifties when he died, lunged for Gokudera. As the zombie neared him, panic settled in, freezing him, when suddenly…

"HAYATO!" And a bullet between the zombies' eyes. There was Bianchi, .45 in hand, looking epic. Everyone froze in shock.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~TIME AND EXPLANATION LATER~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Who would have guessed. Bianchi, at one time, had been part of the greatest zombie hunting trio of all time. Those days had ended for her; she'd joined the mafia, but she could still fight like Hell.

"Wait!" Tsuna, being responsible, had taken roll call, "Where's Fuuta?"

So a search ensued, but all over time, there was no sign of him. Instead, a plan was formulated to destroy the zombies, bringing safety to Fuuta, wherever he may be. The areal view gained by Colonello (with Falco), Tsuna (with his Gloves), and Reborn (who rode on Tsuna's shoulder) revealed the center of the zombies.

And so they journeyed, across Namimori, to the epicenter. Into the lion's den.

Into the mouth of Hell, rode the 600.

And there, on a great throne comprised of blackened, diseased, bones sat…

Fuuta.

"Fuuta! I'm glad we found you! Come on, lets get to safety! How'd you get in here without being attacked?" Tsuna, completely oblivious to the situation, cried out.

Fuuta smiled, surprisingly normal, despite what he was about to say.

"They won't hurt me. I am…"

"Their King."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~TSUNA FAINTED~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Waking with a jolt, Tsuna starred at his sweat covered hands for a moment, before sighing.

"So it was all just a dream, after all…Well, of course it was! Zombies...hah!"

So, he made his way downstairs, and went about his day. Maybe, just maybe, if he paid attention to his Hyper Intuition, he would have noticed.

The bizarre atmosphere.

The strange glint in Fuuta's eye at breakfast.

The fact that his friends had had the same dream.

And, finally, that Bianchi was missing.

Yeah, that's it. Needless to say, my actual plot line is different in some respects. However, it does involve zombies, Bianchi secretly being part of the top zombie hunting trio, Fuuta becoming the king of the undead, them thinking it was a dream, and Bianchi going missing (until later chapters, of course).

This concludes the in-some-opinions great fic that was KHR ABCs. Happy trails. May the stars watch over you and may you be shielded from misfortune. May StarClan light your path. Live long and prosper.