Epilogue: Three months later.

The underground bunker, part of a huge government installation, was one of the seven safest places on Earth in the wake of the zombie outbreak. And while it remained a place of safety, that safety was not maintained without a great deal of work. They had figured out that someone on the outside was actively working to contaminate the few remaining safe zones, possibly the same group responsible for the outbreak in the first place.

For example, someone had been contaminating the government issue food packs. Fortunately, instillation had access to other food sources, and did its best to make sure the other safe zones they oversaw only received safe food. Unfortunately, they were not successful.

"Incoming wormhole!" the voice from the upper control room announced. The announcement was not really necessary, as the activation of the stargate was accompanied by the grinding of the inner rings as it activated. The glowing portal was obstructed by the closed steel iris that now spent more time closed than open.

"It's the Beta Site."

"Ah, Crap," the General said, "First Alpha goes down and now this."

There was a resounding thud against the iris, quickly followed by about a dozen more. Blood began dripping from behind the iris, and the General had the feeling that only the first victim had been alive. He quickly climbed the steps to join O'Riley in the control room.

"Incoming message, sir."

"Let's hear it."

"Sorry, sir, but the Beta site has been compromised," the voice on the other side of the transmission said.

"Any chance of retaking the situation? Do you need reinforcements?" The General asked.

"No, sir, and it wouldn't make any difference. Beta site is a total loss."

"Can you get back to the Gate?"

"That is not protocol, sir."

"Damn it, I didn't ask you about protocol, can you get back to the gate?"

"Activating Omega protocol now, Sir. Goodbye."

"Shut it down," the General spoke softly.

"Aye, sir," O'Riley said, and activated the controls to remotely break the connection, and close the gate.

"We will send a probe through tomorrow to verify the activation of the Omega protocol," the General said, without mentioning reality that the Omega protocol was an atomic bomb designed to wipe out all life on the site, especially any zombies.

"What does this mean, sir?" O'Riley asked.

"Among other things, it means that the only surviving member of the British royal family, is the one member who chose to remain behind to protect his country with his unit."

-o-0-o-

The one thing that Kevin liked about this new world was how much like a mad max movie it was. Not only were there clusters of walking dead to deal with, or the numerous psudogovernments that had spawned in the absence of any real authority that were fighting for supremacy, but there were also the rogue scavenger gangs out for no one but themselves.

If not for Gwen's pestering and acting as his conscience, Kevin would have become one of those scavengers. As it was, Kevin sped down the road in his specially modified car, blasting away at any obstructions. Finally, he skidded to a stop.

"We're there," Kevin said, looking over at Gwen.

"Okay, Ben. Do your thing," she said.

Ben and the Men In Black agent known as J shared the back seat.

"Here goes," Ben said, adjusting the settings on his Omnitrix until they settled on the alien he wanted. "XLR8!" He shouted, and slammed his hand down on the button. The energies from the Omnitrix morphed Ben's body into that of the alien hero best known for its super fast speed. "Here-I-go." And Ben was gone speeding across to check the local alien town.

"According to our records, this should be the last of them," J said.

"Yeah, I cant think of any other hold out spots," Kevin agreed.

"This is the last place on the Plumbers list too," Gwen said.

"So after this, what? Back to New York?"

"Sounds good me," Gwen said.

"Me too… what if Ben disagrees?" K said.

"Let's not give him a vote this time," Gwen said.

There was a blur of motion and Ben's alien form was standing next to the car. "Nobody is there," he said, "It's been totally cleared out."

"Great, another mission accomplished," Kevin said, "Hop in."

After they had been on the road for a few hours of silence, the quiet struck Gwen as unusual. "Ben, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing Gwen," Ben said. "We have been so busy here, I just wonder what has been going on out there. We still haven't heard from Rook."

o-0-o

At long last, Rook was returning to his home from home. Earth loomed in the front viewport, but a flashing light on his control console demanded his attention.

It was an automated message. In it, 'Grandpa Max' in his red Hawaiian shirt stood next t another almost as old man who wore black sunglasses and a black suit. The uniform was well known to all to traveled to Earth.

"By the joint authority of the MIB," the man in black said.

"And by the Plumbers," Max chimed in before the other man started talking again.

"This planet is under total quarantine until further notice. No one is to land under any circumstances, and no one is to leave. Repeat—"

"I'm sorry, Ben-Dude," Rook said, adjusting the heading of his ship, "but you are on your own."