Amazing grace! How sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me!
I once was lost but now am found
Was blind, but now I see….

-Last transmission from New Orleans

As soon as Sheen told us to 'hoof it out of here', I thought one thing: We're all dead. Think about it; I was bleeding to death thanks to our zombie pals, Neutron was a nerd who probably would die without his inventions. Libby had a broken ankle, and Sheen… Well, Sheen was Sheen! It was practically his job to find a way to screw us over.

So yeah, I decided right then and there to take charge. I wasn't going to let us die, surrounded by zombies and in the middle of nowhere, and I sure as hell wasn't going to die with our back turned, trying to run away! So I did the only sensible thing…

I went back to the, uhm, broken down truck and decided to stay- Look, it seemed like a good idea at the time, okay? We still had weapons, we still had me and Sheen for our crack-shots. The truck was metal, bulletproof windows to boot, so we could just pick them off from inside, right? And it worked, even if it was only by some miracle that we survived…

"Guys! Back to the Humvee, we're making a stand!"

Despite Neutron's protests we all ran (or in Libby's case, limped) back to the truck and hopped in. All the way Sheen was covering our rear with his new 'toy', the automatic rifle he looted off one of those poor soldiers. We were running low on ammo, but he knew how to conserve it and tried to line up his shots best as he could when your backing up and know there's things that want to eat you all around… And he got them, too, I'm talking clean headshots here- You should get him to train your guys, 'cuz look at all the good they did when they tried to fight the things…

Anyways, we made it in unharmed, besides Neutron's wounded pride. I hopped inside, rolling down a window in the process and picking out targets. The interior of the truck was completely ruined, brown zombie blood and red human blood all coming together like some screwed up Picasso. It stunk to high heaven, too, but when you and everybody around you haven't had a shower in a week, you don't really notice. Sheen was standing up shooting through a gun port up top. Even with his best efforts, they were still coming pretty quick- Well, not quick, y'know how the things are, but the newer ones go at a pretty quick hobble and they were trucking…

We kept up the fire for as long as we could, and there were a lot of re-killed bodies around us, but we were getting beaten. They were within about 20 feet of the Humvee and I had pretty much resigned myself to God, or whoever was out there. As Sheen glumly said "Only thirty rounds left! There's a lot more than thirty dudes out there!", my pistol had run out of ammo. So I rolled up the window, unsheathed my knife (just in case) and… Well…

This is kinda personal. Really none of your business. What do you mean you need it for the report, what kind of perverted shit- Okay, whatever. I went over to Jimmy! I wanted to spend my last moment with him… But it's not like I'm in love with him or anything. I mean, yeah, we had that thing on the roof but I- Oh, yeah, I understand, moving on…

I moved over next to him and grabbed his hand, gripping it as tight as I could. He looked over at me with a fake scowl on his face. "Come to take charge again, Cindy?" We were dieing and he still was acting steamed about me not listening to him?

"Look, Jimmy.. I, I mean, it's been really good knowing you, I uhm, I really like you and all. I just wish it didn't have to be this way.."

"It doesn't have to be, Cindy…"

As I leaned in to kiss, I heard a volley of gunfire and the whoop of a voice I recognized… I jerked away from Jimmy, poor guy looked disappointed, heh heh, and looked out the window. Most of the zombies were down, but how?

And that's when I saw the school's ROTC unit decked out in football pads and holding ancient rifles killing zombies by the dozen.

Jesus Christ, we had been saved by a bunch of army-nerds.