Two hundred million zombies, for the United States alone. All the data we compiled, strengths, weaknesses, physiology, mentality. All the countless folders of data- And they still presented us with a rather gloomy prospect for victory.

-Researcher, Hall of Science and Research

When I first saw them come back, my gut reaction was "All right!" But then more horrible thoughts came over me. Would that surprise anyone? I thought about the possibility of poisoning, of course. I still didn't know if the ghouls just being around food infected it, and we still didn't know if the virus was airborne, so yeah, I think I had reason to worry.

Cindy came after Sheen, bloody knife hastily stuck in her shoe and the brown blood of ghouls splattered across her face. She looked triumphant, but at the same time, looked like she was about to faint. They had been gone for close to an hour; most of it spent battling the zombies within the house.

Carl rushed over to the food, being the pig he was. He greedily poured out the backpack, revealing the bounty of food the looters received. Thankfully he didn't eat it, but I'm sure more than one of us was crazed for food enough that we would've pistol whipped him. Well, at least I hoped.

The wind picked up, so we headed towards our makeshift shelter. Like I said before, it wasn't much of a shelter, but yeah, it protected us from the wind. Libby had made it pretty much solo, and so she was always sitting in there, improving it and whispering songs to herself. I guess she thought she was grand diva of the tent, or something.

"Umm, hey Libby. Okay if we come in?"

Libby nodded; not looking up until Sheen spilled the contents of the bag on the covered chimney, now serving as a table of sorts. She had heard about the raid, but wasn't really concerned about it. I think she blocked out a lot during our time on the roof.

"I call a meeting."

The assorted members of the community came forth, gripping their, well, assorted weapons. Carl was content with a pistol, he couldn't handle the others. Sheen had his trademark shotgun at his side, as always loaded with buckshot that he protected like a child. He had good reason, of course. Cindy, the sharpshooter of the group, carrying the rifle. She had already asked me to make a scope for her somehow, the only real option that I had was a piece of glass. Rather inadequate, don't you think?

We settled down, laying on whatever scraps of cloth we had managed to salvage from Libby, whom used the cloth to make our shelter. Our food bowls, holes in the roof that we had scraped out, were sitting before us, filled with small amounts of uncooked ravioli and the small piece of bread I had allowed them. Cindy spoke up first.

"Okay, listen. We've got food, we've got weapons. I say we get the hell out of here. You know what the point of this is? There isn't one. We're just gonna sit here, wait for our deaths. I might as well jump into their mouths right-"

At that instant a shell slammed right into our house, exploding instantly. The feeble roof sloped over almost immediately, allowing the zombies to simply take a gentle stroll up the roof to their prey. Cindy, whom, ironically, was currently about to fall into the hands of the ghouls beneath, screamed and asked for us to help. I grasped her hand and pulled her upwards, feeling the sweat on her hands. I'm sure she felt mine; I was as scared as she was.

In the meantime Sheen had pulled out his pistol, killing the individual zombies that happened to walk up. After each moan, another zombie came, and after theirs, two. It proved a deadly way to get zombies on your case.

I had no idea what happened. A random shell had just slammed into the side of my house! Whoever done it needed to stop throwing around his shit and get his act together, because I couldn't hold off the ever increasing flow of zombies coming from Mexico and the rest of the U.S.! Luckily, the next thing I saw was a soldier clad in a gas mask.

I screamed for Cindy to get on the highest part of the roof, so she could snipe the zombies without fear of being eaten. I positioned my self near her with the M1 Carbine, it could harm at a medium distance, but it wasn't exactly the best when you were up close to the enemy. Sheen, being the Rambo, was up front, knife in one hand, shotgun in another. Behind him were Carl and Libby, each with a pistol. Their basic job was to kill zombies near Sheen, so he could get that one, devastating blast and kill a whole row of the things.

The flow of the soldiers kept steady. At the same time, however, the flow of zombies was all the steadier. Their tanks were firing into the crowd, doing nothing but hacking off an arm or two. It was useless, however, as the zombies could still move, and still eat you. Only maybe one out of every 1,000 zombie was falling, because those shells did shit against a zombie! You have no idea how frustrating it is.

Also, the soldiers were having the same effect. They had automatic weapons, hard to aim and therefore, hard to hit the moving zombie in the head. And once the zombies got to their lines, it was carnage. Zombies were ripping through the radiation resistant (Obviously not zombie resistant) plastic, eating the occupants of the suits with relish. The new Land Warrior system was no help for morale, as every soldier could see his comrade being ripped to shreds, and knew that that too, would be his fate.

On the remains of the roof, the battle was raging ever more. Cindy fired at a zombie ready to bite Sheen as he fought with Sheen ignoring the blood splatter on his neck. I fired near the back of the crowd, the decayed zombie I shot at gaining a new hole in his head, allowing me to see back to the zombie behind him. Sheen was in the most chaotic situation, as he stabbed a zombie in the head another jumped from behind that one, he pushed it back with one mighty kick. He pointed his shotgun into the crowd, and with a look of triumph on his face, fired a single shot, an entire row of zombies falling back.

Libby was in a dangerous situation, however. A zombie jumped on her, her pistol falling out of reach. She punched the zombie, its head reeling back before he bit her. Carl, in a surprising feat of strength, kicked the zombies head off, neck tissue spilling all around, and fired shot into the still moaning head.

The soldiers were rapidly retreating. Tanks hatches slammed shut, and people tore off all their armor in order to run faster. Brave sappers left C4 charges to explode once the zombies came near, and still braver men stood behind to cover the retreat with guns blazing. It was pretty nice y'know? It was actually kind of quiet, we and all those bodies surrounding us. I mean, or house was completely surrounded with bodies, check out one of those action movies and you'll know what I mean.

All the silence was interrupted, however, when four jets flew overhead, each dropping a single, large, bomb. I stood there in total awe, watching them sail right at us. The next thing I saw was a zombie about to grab for me, until he was swept away in a gust of air. I could barely get out "Oh shit."As I was lifted from my feet, and sailed onwards…