They all instinctively backed away. When zombies began to approach from all sides, they felt a surge of anger for Jobe and rushed in. The blue man just got nearer. Four new characters appeared. Ryan wasted no time. He trained his M1911 on the female. Females were the most disarming, therefore the most dangerous. The new group put their hands up in the air. The group filed them for interrogation later. Now was time for revenge. Why not use all this cold, pent up anger against the undead. The round ended.

"Hi. My name is Sarah Michelle Geller," said the female. Only then did Ryan notice that the other group was gone, along with the teleporter. Strange.

"Just don't get us killed." said Wyatt bluntly. The new group looked at him strangely.

"We've all had quite a day. Where are we?" said Ryan.

"Siberia. 2011."

Ryan glanced at Matt and realized that they were in the real world now. So what had happened to Dempsey and the others?

"Yeah, you're that chick from Buffy the Vampire Slayer." recognized Matt.

"Yep."

"Sweet."

The new round started. They fought off more zombies for several waves when they finally opened the door to the MP5K. They all went for the Mystery Box, which was next to the entrance of the lighthouse. Ryan got the Ray Gun. Matt got the G11. Wyatt got the Commando, which was loaded with expertise. Sarah got the V-R11. Danny got the Famas. Michael got the Spas-12. The final man just got the MP5K.

Ryan smiled grimly. The zombies would get one heck of a fight. They fought for several more waves. Blood flew from several directions. All they needed was to remember Jobe and they fought harder. Heads flew. Parts blew off. Bodies fell. Justice came.

"Hey! There's the Pack-a-Punch Machine!" exclaimed Matt.

"Let's go." said Wyatt.

They all PaP'ed before the Pack-a-Punch Machine disappeared with a flash of light.

"Let's kill Georgie." said Sarah.

"Agreed. We'll team kill him." said Matt.

They confronted George A. Romero. They all repeatedly shot him. He grew berserk and hit Robert off the boat. Only an anguished cry was heard. The group kept on shooting. With Romero's final breath, he weakly hit Ryan in the chest. Even so, Ryan crumpled to the floor. He urged on everyone to run. He was the only one who noticed a chopper flying across.

"Go!" There's a chopper where we started! I'll hold them off as long as I can. I'll be fine!" he said, not convincing anyone. Reluctantly, they ran off.

As soon as everyone left, Ryan got a hidden walkie-talkie and yelled into it.

"This is CIA undercover operative Daniel Palmer! With clearance code Boffin-Delta, I am overriding security protocols and am ordering a planned nuclear strike with B-2' stealth bombers. To all the ba***rds that are out there, have a nice day in hell!"

Daniel now transmitted the order. Within one standard hour, the whole place was carpet bombed and then finally, taken out with five nuclear bombs.

Wyatt looked away from the mushroom clouds. All he looked at was the dog tags that Daniel had passed to him. He then closed his fist tightly. The war with the undead was now over...

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Thank you for sticking with me through the end! I know it was a bit choppy, but I just felt an urge to finish it. After all, it's my first finished FanFic. Peace! :)