This wasn't the way things were supposed to be, the world had gone from a shining, beacon of light, a world of life and love had become tainted, the world was screwed.

The World was forever shrouded in the dark red glow of a blood moon, the Sun had turned black, and only a small amount of its warmth kept conditions stable enough to sustain life. Not that it mattered, the dead outnumbered the living and that number was growing by the day.

Earthquakes had forsaken the land, rivers and oceans boiled, and the grass and green was beginning to wither and die.

The people that survived called it the Calamity. The Dead rose, in their millions from the underworld. Led by an ancient and malevolent evil. Gozer.

Thus a year had passed.

What can man do against that which is no longer living? Possession was commonplace, bodies turning into rotting corpses, maggot infested flesh and brittle bones, but it was enough to end man's dominion upon the Earth.

And the dead took their fury out on the living, people being ripped apart and torn apart, or rendered comatose for more Ghosts to posses and corrupt.

Gozer looked down upon this world of bone and smiled.

But there was a glimmer of hope, a desire to fight that Humanity had always possessed since centuries passed. They were the people that had fought against this malevolence before anyone had a chance to, they took on the full force of the underworld and said no and took up arms against it.

Legends spread of the people that had survived the epicentre of the Calamity, they were the Ghostbusters.


"Phoebe! Behind you!"

Thirteen year old Phoebe Spengler span round on her heels, Particle thrower in hand. An undead had slipped through and stood a good few foot over the smaller girl. A beam of charged particles struck the undead, thrown from her Proton Pack, vaporising the undead form from existence.

Early into the War, Phoebe, with the help of blueprints that had been salvaged from Egon's farmhouse, had modified the Proton packs so that instead of trapping a Ghost's PK energy form, it would instead destroy it.

They had tried trapping, like the old times, but it was too time consuming and ineffective and they couldn't save those that had been possessed, She had always pondered if they had made the switch earlier would the world have become as overrun as it had.

And In the year since the Calamity, they couldn't even get close to Gozer on the mountaintop, surrounded by a swirling storm of undead and ghosts.

It had been a long year and not without its losses. Phoebe had seen the worst and the best of Humanity, going from child genius to child soldier within weeks, hardened by the losses she had suffered and the harsh realities of a world at war.

"Back up, back up!" She shouted over the sound of Particle beams and howling screams of dead.

Trevor, Podcast and Lucky, began to fall back, Phoebe moved over, the group was now back to back, Particle beams being thrown in every direction there was a ghost or marauding undead. Phoebe pushed her glasses back up as more ghosts poured in from every side.

Ecto-1 lay in the dirt, fifty feet away, if only she could get to it, her feet moved of their own accord.

Trevor shot out his arm stopping her from moving forwards any further "Where do you think you're going?"

"We gotta get to the car!" she shouted

Her older brother's eyes widened "What? Are you crazy? There is at least a hundred undead between us and there!" He shouted over the humming of particle beams.

"It's the only way!" she screamed back, she broke free of his arm and her legs carrying her in a full sprint towards Ecto-1.

"Phoebe!" but his shouts were futile, Trevor snarled as he jogged behind her, firing at any undead who dared to approach. Phoebe skidded to a halt next to Ecto-1 and reached inside, pulling out a laptop attached to extremely thick and cumbersome cables.

"This better work, Phoebe!" the Sixteen year old shouted over his shoulder.

"It will work, it has to" She said, more to herself than anything. Her hardened exterior faltering for just a moment as the keys clacked at a rapid pace.

Lucky and Podcast, slowly and surely started to cover the distance towards Ecto-1 with Trevor providing cover fire for both them and his sister.

Soon there was a protective circle around Phoebe, the groups de facto leader, she looked up above her as the machine whirled and hummed briefly before sparking out and powering back down, she growled in frustration as she climbed atop Ecto-1 and slapped the machine a few times and opening a panel at the base of it.

But now the pressure was on, countless undead were still pouring in and Phoebe was really feeling the pressure. She was going to lose more people, more people that she had considered family, people that were family.

An undead limped towards Podcast who was unaware, grabbing him by the scruff of the jumpsuit, he screamed as he was hurled away from the main group and into the edge of darkness.

Phoebe's face softened as the Undead converged on her friend, she slipped down back towards the laptop, Podcast's screams chilled her bones as she slammed the enter key with bone breaking force.

The giant proton particle thrower on top of Ecto-1 roared to life, it's inner workings glowing red as the emitter sparked and spluttered. Phoebe gritted her teeth as those several seconds felt like years. Before a burst of charged particles erupted from the emitter and spread outward in the shape of a bubble.

The Particle field swept through the teeming mass of undead. Completely disintegrating them. Podcast lay unmoving on the floor where he was tossed, his attackers destroyed by the particle field.

Phoebe let her Proton pack fall from her shoulders, the dust hadn't even settled as she sprinted to where her friend was, the others not far behind. Her knee's harshly skidding in the dirt as Podcast's bloodied face came into view.

He was groaning as he sat up, Trevor was already kneeling down with a first aid kit in his hands, as he proceeded to clean up the boy's face of blood.

"Are you okay?" She asked, concerned.

"Yeah" he replied, shakily. He hissed as Trevor dabbed at a particular deep gash down the side of his neck. He looked at Ecto-1 "So it works then"

Phoebe cast a glance back at the humming machine.

"Yeah, nothing undead can penetrate the field for up to fifty feet, give or take." She said with a brief smile.

"Do you know what this means?" Trevor asked.

Phoebe's eyes lit up with fire.

"Yeah, it means we can finally take the fight back to her" Phoebe said fiercely.

During the Calamity, they were the only ones able to make it out alive, their mother, their teacher, the original Ghostbusters had bought enough time for them to escape. Her Grandfather, Egon, had built the Prototype Proton Field Generator (PFG) as a plan B, and it barely worked long enough for them to escape.

Phoebe had screamed herself hoarse as Trevor had dragged her away, the spirit of her grandfather had activated the PFG before standing alongside his friends to fight and delay Gozer as long as possible.

The words they said had been burned into her brain, fresh as the day they were said.

"You're the young ones now" Venkman said through gritted teeth "When the time comes, show that prehistoric bitch how we do things downtown" Venkman said with a grin.

And then she was dragged into Ecto-1, the engine roared to life as Trevor put into gear and sped away from everything, and that was the last she saw of everyone. The PFG activated seconds later, allowing them to puncture through Gozer's storm and run. Although it broke down soon after, never being fully finished.

As she watched from the back, she vowed that she would return one day and she would destroy that thing, even if it cost her life. Although that desire had already cost her more than she knew, her innocence, her curiosity and the brief joys that she had experienced. It was costing her her soul.

And that desire for vengeance, fuelled her, drove her, and as the world succumbed to darkness Proton packs were mass produced, the tools that her grandfather invented were modified, by her, to be weapons of war, out of necessity, out of desperation. The last year had been spent fixing and improving the PFG. And only now did it work.

And they could use it to puncture Gozer's storm once more.

Even now, she could see the mountain in the distance, Gozer's throne. Hefting the encumbering weight of her Proton Pack onto her shoulders, her fingers curled around the wand of it, She looked behind, noting the flashes of light in the distance, what was left of Humanity, at least on this continent, was fighting, fighting to give them time to do what needed to be done.

Phoebe, mustered her last ounce of strength, the strength that allowed her to keep fighting.

"Let's go get this bitch"


Phoebe Stood Alone.

It was just her versus the God.

Podcast, Lucky and Trevor had been knocked unconscious. Gozer was not interested in them, no, they were interested in this fierce short-haired brunette standing in front of her, a girl who was the spawn of one of the humans responsible for their first defeat.

Gozer cocked their head studying her as she held the wand of her proton pack out in front of her with a death grip, For Phoebe, Gozer was everything she hated, the fierce desire for revenge boiled her blood.

She flicked the switch, releasing the safety, a pink and orange particle beam erupted and engulfed Gozer, the God roared at her, gripping the particle beam as the thirteen year old struggled to keep the beam active and stay on her feet.

Gozer wrapped its arms round the beam dragging the girl towards them, Phoebe planted her feet in the dirt but it was not enough and Gozer dragged her closer and closer, the beam seeming to do nothing other than piss the God off.

Phoebe was in arm reach and Gozer grabbed her by the neck and pulled her in close, choking her, but Phoebe never relented with her proton stream.

"Prepared to die, Little Girl?" Gozer taunted.

Phoebe gulped precious amounts of air, her feet dangling off the floor, as the last Ghostbuster fought to stay alive, even if only for a few more seconds.

Phoebe in a final act of defiance, grinned with what energy she had left.

"Yes" she said as she flicked a switch on the wand of the proton pack. Phoebe grinned maniacally as more energy poured in from the cyclotron. What she had neglected to tell everyone else is that she altered her own proton pack, to cross its own internal stream, causing a feedback loop, of ever growing power and ferocity. And she did the math, her chance of survival was slim to none, but she was okay with that, she would be reunited with her family.

Gozer's form became rotten and shimmered like it was struggling to stay in existence, the feedback loop pouring more and more positronic energy into the entities body and it was too much, the Proton pack burned into her back as it grew hot, the pressure was too much for the cyclotron but Gozer finally exploded into a shower of particles that quickly faded away from this dimension, Phoebe fell to the floor, landing face first, battered, bruised but alive.

She felt like she should be disappointed, she expected to die during that confrontation, in fact she had welcomed it, wanted it but here she lay with a burned out and smouldering proton pack that she allowed to slip from her shoulders, its job done, Her grandfathers pack had finally done it.

Gozer was no more, Phoebe sat up and picked herself up and moved to her friends and her Brother, they were alive, just unconscious.

What got her was the silence, save for the occasional rustle of a gentle breeze.

She heaved and choked on tears of relief and joy, her family avenged, the Earth saved.

She gasped as she felt a light and warmth envelop her.

The sun emerged from behind the clouds, Phoebe basked in first dawn of the Sun, feeling its warm comfort for the first time in a year, the dawn of a new world, born in the ashes of the old without the weight of what came before, and that was okay.

She was happy to sit there and let the promise of a new beginning become her promise of peace.

For the light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.

(A/N) okay so i saw the new movie just the other day and i was inspired to do this one-shot, wondering what would happen if Gozer had essentially won, still trying to process how impressed i was watching this movie

As always guys, review! it helps a lot and until next time, peace!