They found Sara sitting in the driver's seat of the Tahoe. The door was open and she had her long legs planted on the dusty ground of the driveway. She stared blankly out into the desert night. Distantly the sound of sirens waxed and waned, more disturbing was the sound of gunshots. She was listening to the radio.

…Hang tight kiddies…I've got some important safety tips for all you happy campers out there…Authorities are urging us all to stay inside if we can and you can bet your sweet bippy Crazy Dave ain't moving from this chair if he can help it, hell no…The FCC can kiss my white ass…The phenomenon, as the government asshats are referring to it, seems to be spreading. But friends and neighbors, you can protect yourself if you are attacked. Destroying the head seems to stop these fuckers dead in their tracks. So kids, aim for the brain. Of course if Republican zombies attack you, y'all might be out of luck…The important thing is, don't get bit. These zombie creeps are hungry motherfuckers. And once bitten you come down with a nasty case of death, just ask my station manager Steve-O. Hey there Steve-O! Locked his ass up in the supply closet. He's banging around in there now… Guess you should have given me that raise after all, huh Steve? Okay time for another platter that matters—no more of this top forty shit—groove on this kids. I'm Crazy Dave and you're listening to KJRT, Vegas' Number One Radio Station, now commercial and zombie free… here's The Clash and Armageddon Time…

"Sounds like Crazy Dave is really living up to that handle huh?" Greg commented.

"We have to get back." Sara said dully.

"I know but—" Nick started.

"We have to get back. Grissom's still at work. So's Catherine and Warrick and…" Everyone we care about… She looked at them and tears shone brightly in her eyes.

"They'll be okay, Sara." Nick said quietly.

"You can't know that. I tried calling" She toyed with her cell phone. "I can't get any signal at all." Suddenly she stood and threw the phone out into the desert. Then Sara Sidle did what she'd been desperate to do ever since this day started to go wrong. She balled her hands into fists and screamed. She threw her head back and screamed until her voice was raw. Nick was at a loss; he stood there dumbfounded. Crying women he could understand but screaming ones? No way.

The next thing Sara knew Greg was beside her, screaming too. Her gripped her arms and yelled along with her, throwing in a few curse words for good measure.

"Fucking Right! Let it all out! Fuuuuuuck!" She doubled her efforts and Greg started bouncing on the balls of his feet. "Yeahyeahyeah! Are you ready! Are you FUCKING READY FOR THIS!"

And Sara was nodding and jumping up and down too and screaming her heart out.

"YESSSS! YES! FUCKING YES!"

"Then let's go kick some zombie ass! "

And she was crying and laughing and it was okay. Just then it was okay. She hugged Greg hard, feeling the surge of wild love in her heart, glad to be alive, even though most of the world had turned to shit and she had never been so scared.

"Yeah! Right on! C'mon Nicky! Let's go be heroes!" Greg shouted.

They held out their hands to him. And Nick couldn't help but grin as he took their hands in his. They were crazy—shithouse rat crazy as his Daddy called it…and he'd never been so damn happy to have them around.