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Riley and I scampered onto the windshield of the truck, looking at our traumatized looking loved ones who sat inside. I grabbed one of the windshield wipers, as Charlie placed his hand against the glass, and I pressed mine over his through the glass.

All I could think of was how it was like the gorillas at the zoo.

Riley punched the truck.

"GO! FUCKING GO!"

Pretty Boy nodded, looking back before firing the truck into reverse. Zombies jumped and snipped at us like angry sharks, as Riley and I were almost sent flying off the truck. I screamed, tears coming to my eyes as the windshield wiper cut into my palm as I gripped it. I grabbed onto Riley's hand, and pulled him right back up onto the shield.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Slack screamed as she saw us almost go on an aerial experience.

"FORWARD!" Charlie hollered, kicking the back of her chair, and watching me with terrified eyes.

"I'm gonna shave these bastards!" She hissed, slightly crazed as more cracking and squishing noises filled the air. Blood and bones splattered all around us, as stenches were crushed under the tremendous weight of the truck. I gagged, as a piece of bloodied flesh smacked against my ear.

"AH! CHARLIE! GROSS! GROSS! CHARRRLIE!" I screamed, wiping away the flesh with an already bloodied hand.

"Peace! Climb!" Riley screamed, grabbing me by the back of my pants and shoving me up. Just then, from the top of the truck, came another hail of bullets. I ducked, barley missing the barrage of bullets that shot down the stenches in front of us. The gun fire stopped, and I began climbing again, when the truck jerked forward, causing Riley and I to fall down, our face pressed into the glass.

Slack had her fingers around her mouth, tears coming to her eyes as Charlie ran to the top hatch, trying to unlock it as quickly as he could. We raced up, fighting the wind as we made it above the hatch, we were almost there, and it was opened, awaiting our arrival.

"WERE ALMOST THERE! SEND UP SOME SKY FLOWERS!" Riley called, as we crawled closer to the opening in the roof. Riley groaned, turning back and heading for the missiles.

"Riley!"

"C'MON! We gotta open the missile launcher!" He called, crawling back over to the front of the truck. We groaned, my left arm and hand still bloodied and gushing as we both pulled open the missile launcher covers, before starting to crawl back over to the hatch.

"ONE'S CLEAR!" I screamed, as Riley and I headed over to the second missile launcher. I barley heard a whisper of Charlie's worried voice from inside the truck.

"We don't normally need that many.."

"Don't worry! COME INSIDE!" Pillsie called from inside. We freed the second launcher, and nodded to each other, huddling together and crawled back over towards the hatch.

I dropped down, being caught in Charlie's arms, as Riley jumped down, Slack wrapping her arms around him.

"Look. Cholo." Pillsie said, looking towards the Cholo-cam. As we closed in on the city, we watched as he hid from the stenches, sneaking into what looked like an under ground garage. An elderly man with white hair, a small beard and wearing a very expensive suit was crouching over some browned, leather bags, fiddling with a gun. Behind him was a dusty looking limo, who's windshield was cracked, and gasoline was pumping out of the nozzle beside the car. Cholo grabbed his harpoon gun, shooting at the man, but missed him.

The old man shot at him, three times actually. The first two hit him, but hit the thick, leather and metal straps of the quiver of bows. The last hit him in the shoulder, blood spouting out like a fountain.

He groaned in pain, leaning against a thick concrete pillar.

"Kaufman.." Charlie snarled, watching the old man hover over bags of ammo and money. I snarled, as Charlie stood before the monitors, holding me bridal style as we all gathered around the monitor, watching Cholo getting his revenge. Kaufman must have thought that Cholo was dead, and proceeded to grab his bags, and try tp drive away in his car.

Cholo jumped up, wrapping his arms around Kaufman's neck, smashing the back of his head against the hood of the car. The elderly man kept crying out.

"You're dead! You're dead! You're dead!" I watched, seeing a small little light come rolling down into the garage. I grabbed the walkie, still in Charlie's arms.

"CHOLO! FIRE!" I screamed, watching with wide eyes as Cholo shot Kaufman in the chest, and jumped and ran away when the fire hit the gasoline. A huge explosion sounded, the Cholo-cam turned back, and all that was heard was crackling. I sighed, dropping the walkie talkie and curling myself into Charlie's chest. He sighed, swaddling me in his too-large coat and tugging his hat down over my eyes. I looked back up, teary eyed to see a sympathetic Charlie.

"Ya did what'cha could Peace."

"..Lower defences..get ready!" Riley yelled, and Charlie ran us into a seat, that was obviously used for launching the missiles. Switches and buttons littered the place above the dash board. I looked up at Charlie, as he looked out the windows with wide, horrified eyes. Screams invaded my ear drums, and suddenly, Charlie's hand was over my eyes.

"Charlie! What's going on?" I asked, terrified as his hand trembled, enough for me to be able to shove it away from my eyes, and they were suddenly blurred with tears.

All the fiddlers green's elite..had become the stenches all you can eat buffet. I gagged, tears coming to my eyes as I watched limbs and flesh be torn away from still-living bodies as screams filled the air. Women, men, the elderly, and children. Were all surrounded by zombies, and being eaten. What could have done this? We even sent up sky flowers! My breathing hitched. We sent up sky flowers. We did. I know. I saw them go up..

"Sky flowers don't work no more." Charlie gagged out, and I began crying silently. Did Key and I make the sky flowers effective enough? Was it our fault? Did we kill all those people. Guilt and pity sank my heart down into my stomach.

"Shoot." Riley got out. I looked to him, his own eyes about to overflow with tears.

"But those people..." I whispered, as Pretty Boy turned and cried into Pillsie's shoulder.

"Those people are all dead-SHOOT Charlie." Riley gasped down a sob. We all knew he was right, but Charlie's eyes welled up with tears broke my heart. I covered his hand with mine, and we flipped the switch together.

BOOM!

BOOM!

BOOM!

I sobbed, watching as the missiles hit the concrete above the feasting crowd, which came crashing down on them, killing everyone. Humans, stenches. All dead. Everything was turned into ash, or burnt pieces of flesh and bone.

"We're to late.." Pretty Boy whispered against Pillsie's chest.

"No..Look."