"Come on guys!" SpongeBob told the team as they tried to fight of the ravenous hoard of zombies.

Patrick wiped the sweat off his pink face.

"SpongeBob," Patrick moaned, "I'm scared!"

Patrick was ignoring the zombie in front of him, who was screeching in hunger, jaw hanging off, only a small flab of skin keeping it intact. His eyes were bloodshot. The thing was preparing to chow down on Patrick, when SpongeBob noticed.

"Patrick," SpongeBob screamed, "Look out!"

SpongeBob fired his shotgun, bullet piercing straight through the zombie's head. Blood gushed onto Pat's face which of course triggered a scream.

"Thanks, SpongeBob!" Patrick said to his buddy after recollecting himself, "You're badass!"

"No problem!" SpongeBob told Patrick.

The four fought their way downtown and fixed their eyes upon the Krusty Krab, which was being looted by the zombies. Mr. Krabs was in the middle of the crowd, struggling to fight off the zombies.

"Mr. Krabs!" Squidward exclaimed, "Are you okay?"

"Well what do you think?" Mr. Krabs snapped, "I'm in the middle of a hoard of flesh-eating zom-!"

A loud boom pierced each other's eardrums as the Krusty Krab exploded into flames, broken pieces of wood and loose papers flew throughout the "water". A thick, gray smoke made it hard for the gang to see.

"Mr. Krabs!" SpongeBob gasped.

There was Mr. Krabs, covered in ashes and blood. A claw of his was blasted off due to the explosion and dismembered limbs from the zombies were scattered around him.

"Mr. Krabs!" SpongeBob cried as he ran to Mr. Krabs's aid.

"I'm not going t-to make it!" Mr. Krabs stammered.

"What," SpongeBob choked, "W-what do you mean?"

"K-Kill me," Mr. Krabs murmured, "I'm g-going to die soon anyways."

"No," SpongeBob replied, "I'm going to let nature decide whether or not you die. Come on, I'll at least tend to your injuries."


The gang carried Mr. Krabs to safety. As he carried the dying crustacean, SpongeBob looked around Bikini Bottom to see what it's become. The urban buildings were on fire, and walls were caved in due to explosions from the careless zombies. Dead fish, that probably didn't become zombies, littered the streets along with overturned Boatmobiles and rubble. Lastly, a dark gray smoke covered the normally cheery, colorful flowers in the sky. It was a depressing sight. They led Mr. Krabs to an abandoned alley way, and laid him on a pile of old newspapers, like a makeshift bed. SpongeBob sat beside Mr. Krabs, while Patrick and Squidward rummaged through the buildings looking for medical supplies. Sandy guarded the alley in case any zombies were to show up.

"Thanks me boy," Mr. Krabs smiled, "But, you don't have to do this."

Squidward and Patrick came back with a first-aid kit and gave it to SpongeBob.

"Yes, I do," SpongeBob replied, wrapping some gauze Mr. Krabs's arm, "It's the least I could do for you. After all, you're more than my boss, you're like my father."

A tear ran down Mr. Krabs's cheek.

"I'm sorry I was so greedy and didn't pay you that much." Mr. Krabs replied.

"No no," SpongeBob assured his boss, "No one's perfect, and frankly, I just enjoy working for you each day, the money doesn't matter to me."

"Sorry I was such a jackass." Squidward told Mr. K.

Mr. Krabs smiled at his two employees, crying tears of joy.

"I forgive you Squidward, and SpongeBob, thanks once more for taking care of me."


At last, night came. Sandy had started a fire and Patrick was pitching up a tent he had found at an abandoned sporting goods store. Squidward and SpongeBob sat by the fire.

"SpongeBob," Squidward said, "I'm really sorry for how I treated you in the past."

"What?" SpongeBob asked.

"I'd like to start a truce," Squidward told the sponge, "I realize now that you're a great person and I should've never held a grudge against you, so can we forget about what happened in the past?"

Squidward held out his hand, which SpongeBob took a long, hard look at. Finally, SpongeBob shook it.

"Yeah, I'll forgive you." SpongeBob smiled.