I am, like, really sorry. I mean REALLY sorry about not updating…I haven't had much time to work on this, and I doubt I will in the future…so don't expect any updates for a while. I will finish this, so an update will definitely come. It just won't come for a while, with school starting (So soon, too. Only 5 weeks. Feels like summer just got here…) and our family going on vacation and all that stuff. So…yea…sorry in advance for that. Hopefully people haven't forgot about this…

DISCLAIMER: I do not own The Suite Life of Zack and Cody, or any characters I may put from there in here. I own everything else though…I think. Oh yea, all the gun stuff was found on the internet…I forget where, though.

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XxXxX- Chapter 17: Currently Without a Name-XxXxX POV: Zack

I was drug down the city streets like a rag doll, being pulled along by Njembura and barely keeping hold of my new pistol…like…thing. It certainly looked like a pistol, but I wasn't quite sure what it was. It could be anything, for all I knew. I didn't really have any time to think; however, as I was stopped and suddenly jerked backward about a foot.

"You know, it's pretty painful being drug around like a rag doll. But I gotta admit, it's also pretty fun!" I sarcastically pointed out.

"Oh, sorry 'bout that. I kinda…forgot about you." Njembura replied. I looked at him for a minute, wondering how the hell he could forget that he was dragging somebody across the ground, but my thoughts were stopped dead as a stench much like meat that was left out in immense heat for over a year and skunk spray combined hit my nose. (1)

"They're here." Njembura said.

"I think I could have figured that out." I replied, the stench nearly forcing me to gag. I pulled out my pistol looking thing.

"Let's see what this does." I said, pointing it at the masses of rotting flesh and decayed bone dragging their feet towards me. As I fired, the zombies seemed unfazed. I wondered what effect this could have; however, Njembura was firing like mad, pounding the zombie-like creatures with lead.

"This is the best part of living here…die you ugly freaks!" He shouted as he fired two of the same type of pistols at the zombies, one in each hand.

I unsteadily fired my pistol at the…things. They seemed endless, and as they were shot down, they just stood right back up.

"Is there any end to this?" I asked.

"End? Are you nuts? Of course not! They'll eventually give up and go away." Njembura replied.

I suddenly…I couldn't really explain it. I felt something right behind me. A chill ran through my entire body, and I could just…feel it.

"Oh crap…" I moaned in fear as I turned around to face the mass of decayed skin and hair, half-rotten bones, and a broken skull with the brain showing through. I backed away into a corner, which I soon realized was a bad idea. The zombie approached steadily. I think it was going to bite me, but I wasn't really sure. I sank to the ground, my legs becoming limp from fear, and my nose becoming overwhelmed from the stench. It was becoming hard to breathe, impossible to breathe. If I didn't die from the zombie biting off my flesh, I would surely die from the stench of the whole ordeal.

Suddenly a bullet ripped through its head, shattering the skull and embedding itself into the wall directly above me. Any lower and it would have hit my head, killing me as well. The zombie fell to the ground, and didn't move.

"What…was…that?" I asked, slowly getting up and staring at the brick wall, which had a hole that seemed about 1 inch in diameter in it now among the various graffiti and messages that covered it.

"You can thank Kileo for that. He's an awesome sniper…plus he's got some new weapon that's really top secret…he wouldn't even tell me. I'll see if he will show it to you later, but right now we've got a problem." Njembura said.

"P-Problem? What now?" I asked.

"Them." He said, pointing at the horde of zombies down the street about a block away. or some odd reason, they had bright yellow jackets on. It was pretty weird…

"Oh." I replied, clutching my pistol in fear.

"That thing isn't gonna work on these guys, they're dead survivors, still wearing the suits they give you when you serve in the military. Your pistol bullets aren't able to pierce the armor. I never could figure out why that feature was implemented, but whatever, take this instead." Njembura said, throwing what looked to be an M16 at me. However, the barrel was a lot shorter, it seemed to be embedded in the gun, and it was pitch black in color. It also looked cooler.

"What the hell is this?" I asked.

"We call it the Tabor. It fires faster and with more precision than those crappy M16s we did away with about 15 or 20 years ago. It's also got a smaller length, which makes it good for urban warfare like this. I'll tell you more later, we've gotta get these guys out of here right now." Njembura said. The zombie horde had closed in on and surrounded us, advancing and coming closer by the second. We were trapped.

"Ok, then, what are we waiting for? Let's pump these bastards full of lead!"

"I like your style, kid." Njembura replied as he began it hold down the trigger of his rifle…like…thing, raining bullets upon the zombies.

"That looks fun. Let me try." I said, as I too held down the trigger, producing an army of bullets myself.

Within minutes, the zombies were completely pumped full of lead or whatever they made these bullets out of. Sweet. Most were lying on the ground unconscious, if not dead…erm…deader. I knelt down to one zombie that was lying on the ground, with all it's limbs attached. They were just…mushy. Disgusting. I pressed my gun against its skull and pulled the trigger. The rotten bone exploded (2), sending fragments flying everywhere and splattering its pathetic excuse of mush that half resembled a brain everywhere in little bits and pieces. Again, disgusting. Yet oddly satisfying.

"I doubt he'll be getting up after that." I said, lowering my weapon down to my side.

"Probably not. Let's leave before we find out." Njembura said as we began walking back to the hospital. The zombies had been able to claw numerous cuts and gashes into both of us, and we were in desperate need of medical attention.

When we finally arrived at the hospital, Kileo was waiting for us there. It was now that I got a good look at him. He had blonde hair like Njembura, and was around the same height as him as well. They looked like brothers. He wore khaki colored shorts, and a gray shirt

"Holy crap, man, what happened to you?" Kileo exclaimed.

"I never knew how violent dead bodies could be…" I replied.

"He made one explode at the end, it was awesome! Now can you please get us healed, I've got something I wanna ask you." Njembura requested.

"Fine, come on over here." Kileo replied. Njembura and I followed him to a room containing two pod-like structures. Njembura stepped into one, and I mimicked him.

"Ok, now stand still." Kileo instructed. He pressed some buttons on a high-tech looking console, and a near-violet light engulfed me. I felt like time was going on high-speed, as if I was flying at a hundred miles an hour. The feeling of elation suddenly stopped, and the light faded away. I felt refreshed, and looked at my legs. They seemed perfectly fine, the cuts and gashes completely gone.

"Damn, that light is bright." I said, blinking and squinting as I stepped out of the pod.

"Now, what were you wanting to ask me?" Kileo asked Njembura.

"Oh yea, I was wondering if you could show us some of that high-tech stuff you keep talking about. I'm sure this guy here would be interested in them, and you haven't even showed them to me…so could we see them?" Njembura asked.

"Sure. Hey, Zack, do you want to see them?" Kileo asked.

"Sure, but I have two questions first." I replied.

"Ask away." Kileo replied.

"One, are these destructive, and two, do they work?"

"Yes. To both questions." Kileo replied.

"Sweet." I said.

"Ok, then, let's go." Kileo said, and started down a hallway. Njembura and I followed along through the twists and turns he made. I wondered how big this hospital really was, each hallway was lined with doors, and each door seemed to open up into yet another hallway, lined with doors as well. After about ten minutes of this, Kileo opened up a door that us led into a vast room. Teams of scientists huddled over various blueprints and machine parts.

"The design room. This is where our team of designers and builders do their work. Nothing much to see here, so let's head over this way." Kileo said, walking off to a door on the right. We followed him through it. Inside was a warehouse type room, filled with all kind of destructive looking weapons. It was, in my opinion, pretty sweet.

"Wow." That was it. That was all I was able to say.

"This here," he said, pointing to a short sniper rifle looking gun "We call the XM-107. It is capable of firing .50 caliber rounds. This kills you…and everyone in the room. Well, that's it."

"That's all?" I asked in surprise.

"Pfff…no. This over here…it's a high-tech pistol. We've stopped production ever since we started developing the other one…" Kileo said.

"Can we see the other one?" Njembura asked. "Pleeeeeeeeeease?"

"No." Kileo responded.

"Whyyyyyyy noooooooooot?" He whined.

"Because I said so, now let's get back. This guy needs to get back to the other side."

"Fine."

We walked back through the hallway. I swear, that thing was a mile and a half long…it seemed really easy to get lost in there. I wondered how those technicians and scientists found their way around…we were back.

"Now, step on the teleportation device."

"Say wha?" I asked, confused.

"The blue pad thing." Njembura sighed.

"Oh." I stepped on the blue pad thing. It felt…soft. Really soft…like 16 bags of cotton balls…a red light(3) encased me, which I found odd. It was blue before…that was my last thought before falling asleep.

"Get him out of here."

"Do you thin he'll remember?"

"Nah…we left him with nothing. There's no possible way he'll remember us, even when he sees our counterparts on the other side."

"You mean…Patrick and Daniel.(4)"

"Yes…"

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Finally done! I was going to ask if anybody had any ideas for the chapter name, but I like it…so it's going to stay.

(1): I've smelled this before. Found it in my grandmother's old farmhouse basement. Not pretty. I think it was there for at least 20 years…that's when they moved, at any rate. 1986. Not fun…

(2): This actually will happen with a shotgun. The pellets will punch a hole in the skull, and if the barrel is pressed against it, gases from the gunfire will build up pressure in the skull, and then…yea…big explosion. Bet you didn't really want to know that. Well…I've just got one piece of advice: DON'T try it.

(3): They have lots of different colors here…blue, violet, red…oh well.

(4): I mentioned one of these two. At least, I think I did. Can anyone remember where?