Thank you reviewers.

In this chapter, it's mostly explaining what the hell is going on. It's still pretty good and I threw in some humor to make it more appealing. Anyway, read and enjoy.

Time: 12:41 PM

Location: Same as last.

"C-n-yo—h-ar-me? –ver." cackled the voice in broken English.

"What?" replied Cyborg. He fidgeted and played with the gadgets on his arm, trying to get a better frequency. The Titans watched carefully.

"This is the National Guard. Are there any survivors?" said the voice. It sounded like a young man.

"Yes! God, yes!" Cyborg yelled happily into the speaker installed in his arm. At this, the Titans seemed to relax at the verbal touch of another human. They desperately required some sort of contact.

"Please wait." He put them on hold.

The Titans stared, slack-jawed, at the phone.

"…They put us on hold…we're in the middle of hell…and they put us on hold." said BB in disbelief.

"Son of a bit-" Before Robin could finish his outcry of rage, the voice returned but was different. It seemed older, more commanding, and-in a way-heartless.

"Who is this?" demanded the gruff voice.

"We're the Titans. I am their leader, Robin. Who are you and how can you help us get out of here?" Robin retaliated with his own command. He marched forward and grabbed hold of Cyborg's arm with one hand and brought it up to his mouth. Cyborg made a mental note to wash Robin's spit off his arm later on.

"Listen, punk, I'm in command here. You and your spandex-wearing pals have stumbled into the greatest American tragedy since 9/11. But its okay… we can use you, possibly."

"What happened? Is it a terrorist attack?" asked BB as he stepped forward to. Cyborg felt that his arm was getting crowded and it was about now that he wished he had gotten a cellphone instead.

"Terrorist? Please. Bin Laden could never pull off anything like this. That old bastard is held up in some shitty cave. It's a much worse gang of bastards. Robin, do you know of the Medical-Electronic Military Research Center in your town?"

"The big building with no windows?"

"Bingo. In there, American scientists were instructed to create a soldier that is invincible to radiation, in case of nuclear attack. They were granted test subjects-healthy, young soldiers as well as an animal or two-and the procedure started."

"Why are you telling us this?" asked Raven as she joined the crowd around Cyborg's arm. The metal man sighed.

"Because that's who you're fighting?"

"Whoa now, hold on a second!" hollered BB as he stepped back. "Why the hell do we have to make up for your mistake?"

"If you don't, you will be responsible for all the deaths from here on out as a result from this." stated the voice coolly. A vein twitched on BB's forehead. Robin scowled.

"Because WE can't do anything from where we are. They have formed a wall of zombies and shit and somehow you managed to slip through it. So YOU can do it, we can't. Any further bitching, are have you matured from your moronic state?"

BB glared at the arm from whence the voice slipped through and grinded his teeth but had to agree with the insulting commander.

"Good. Well, back to the story. The soldiers morphed into these horrible, destructive…things… We couldn't control them; their anger and wrath were so fierce that it terrified all the guards. However, they have a weakness. Their life support is wirelessly attached to them from a generator. The generator is hidden underground in a military bunker, near the Messina Foundation on Blind Man avenue."

"That's, like, fifty miles from here! That's in another fucking town!" complained BB. "Why the fuck did you put it there?"

"…Security. And it's only…43 miles…roughly."

"All the more reason to get started. Just one more question sir," said Robin.

"Call me General Hatchet."

"General, how many soldiers were infected?"

"200 humans and thirty animals. It is possible that some died. You don't have to fight them all. You merely need to shut down the generator. That's all. If you need any info, call us. We'll be in touch and we'll try to get some soldiers in there to help."

"Thank you general. Bye." Cyborg turned off his arm.

"…Let's go. I don't want to stay in one place for too long, and it'll be best if we find this damn generator." said Robin. He began to stroll down the street. Slowly, one by one, the other Titans reluctantly joined him.

Starfire gazed at the sky. It was covered in a thick blanket of damp, heavy clouds whose gray bodies slowly drifted across the sky. They glaring down at the travelers and would be their only potential witness to their deaths. Their solemn figures churned above and threatened them with booms of thunder and rods of lightning. Only a patch of cloud withered away and through it beams of hopeful light shone down, coincidentally in the direction they marched.

Starfire's thoughts were interrupted by BB as he blurted out, "God damn government, always messing stuff up. Next year, I'm voting democrat, damn it!"

Next, I'll write what's going on with the villains. Any suggestions as to which one?

Review and I'll give you a slice of humble pie. Whatever that is.

This chapter is dedicated to Punky, who just bought a crap load of song for us on iTunes. God Bless.