The dead walked in groups, anywhere from five to five-hundred, there never seemed to be a place you could find one alone. Maybe left in these walking corpses we would find that the herd mentality still existed, the more in your group the easier it is to corner your food. Or seeing as many of the zombies were missing their parts of their brains, it may just have been a coincedence. Unfortunatley, if you did in fact come close enough to try and observe the flesh hungry creatures and did not have the mental capacity to turn and run in the opposite direction,,, you probably deserved to be eaten. This was not the time to play scientist, this was the time to run like H E double-hockey sticks!

A group of approximatley seventy-five zombies were currently surrounding the outside of Jump City Asylum. It was a fifteen story high building, with a gray brick exterior with an interior that was one foot thick galvanized steel. The windows were glass with iron rods lined both on the inside and out and were so close together you could not even stick your hand through without getting it stuck. The windows on the first floor were shattered from where the undead had tried ramming their heads through to get inside. Concrete stairs with blood stains led up to two giant steel doors that were opened and closed with a password on an electrical panel that had been installed both on the in and outsides of the doors.

Inside you would findon the first floor, the front desk right as you walked in. There was a door on the right that led to a meeting hall where families could visit with the patients. On the left three elevators, one which took the patients up to stories five thrufifteen in which their rooms were, (story fifteen was set aside for patients with very rich families, each room was like a child proofed hotel and even had a hot tub in each room.) The second elevator led to the second floor where in you would find a fully stocked mini-hospital with three sets of back up generators for the high tech medical equipment.. You could have eaten a gallon's worth of nightshade berries and been taken care of faster than your mom getting a band-aid for a cut. The final elevator led to stories three and four, three was where you had all the controls to the asylum, walls lined with so many electrical boxes and machines with blinking lights that I can't even explain it all,,, oh, and TWELVE back up generators that could each run a floor in the asylum on its own for three months...! The fourth floor was the monitoring room, fifteen screens to watch each floor 24/7

The asylum had been evacuated due to most of the employees not showing up, and the fact that it took fifty workers just to keep track of all the patients. It had been shut down and locked with a new code so no one could get inside, (because after all this chaos we were probably going to need this place for lots of PTS cases right?)... Two employees that had made it there had been able to cut through the chain holding closed the metal fence surrounding the asylum didn't know that and couldn't get away from the small horde that had followed in behind them. (Obviously their moms never taught them how to shut the gate behind them when they were little.)

Now fifty- five Slade bots were surrounding the outside of the asylum fence programmed to shoot down anything that was making its way succesfully over it. Not that there was much to worry about there as the fence was giving off an electrical charge strong enough to send anything that touched it flying back a few yards. But we are talking about the undead here soooo...

Zombies turned their heads to a sound in the distance; Three armoured military trucks were driving in bird formation at 70 mph. They plowed through the middle of the horde leading towards the gate two Slade bots on either sides of it pulled it open to let them in. Out of the back of the two trucks in the rear, twenty Slade bots jumped out and began killing (or should it be rekilling?) any of the dead that were blocking the closing of the gate and the ones that got inside. The rear door of the truck in front opened and Red X drove out on his motorcycle going to help clear the corpses Slade stepped out with Robin in his arms and took him inside to the infirmary

Setting the unconcioud boy down on one of the infirmarie's beds Slade began to strip him down to his boxers and check his injuries. His ankle was broken and he had two cracked ribs, he was also running an extremely high fever. Add the fact that Robin was so underweight that his ribs were clearly defined every time he inhaled and you might come to the conclusion that he was unfit for even zombie food. He was alive, and that was all that mattered to Slade at the moment.

Slade had spent two weeks searching Jump City for Robin after the news of the first outbreak was reported, his hideout,however, had been over run by the dead and he had to flee here with very little hope that he was even alive. After putting a cast on his ankle and covering him with a blanket Slade sat on a chair down beside Robin's bed and took the glove off his left hand so he could start running his fingers through the boys hair.

After a few minutes Robin began stirring fitfully in his sleep. "Rest Robin." Slade said in a firm but soft tone, all the while never stopping running his hands through the boy's raven hair. "Everything is fine now." Robin stopped fidgeting and almost as if it was a hidden instinct, leaned his head into Slade's hand, closer to the place where the sound of his voice had come from. Even quieter Slade continued; "Yes, I will keep you safe now I promise,,,"

"Son."

...BOOM! See what I did there? Explanation to come in next chapter!

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Author's note: Thanks for all the reviews! Will update as soon as I'm finished editing the next chapter! 3