Here its folks, finally! I'm now working on finishing this story! Hope y'all haven't forgotten about it…

Next, I would like to do the customary Thanking of all those who reviewed the previous chapter: readerjunkie, CajunBear73, Mr. Wizard, bigherb81, Invader Johnny, Avenging Raven, and Reader101w. As always, y'all Rock!

Dsiclaimer: No Zombies were harmed in the writing of this fic, and I do not gain any monetary compensation for using the lives (and deaths) of the Kim Possible characters.

Chapter 3

Steve Barkin's Log

My name is Barkin, ex-Lieutenant Steven Barkin, of the Army of these United States of America. Miss Possible has requested that a log be recorded of everyone's experiences over the last day or so, and I concur. Much can be learned from different points of view, and hopefully in the future, some good may come from this record.

For me, everything started at Middleton High at approximately 14:30 (2:30 pm) of June 15th. The Possible twins had just attempted another hair-brained scheme to create an automated system to wax the floor of the basketball court. I caught them just before they initiated their first trial run.

…x x x x…

"Possible's Squared!" Steve Barkin roared just as Jim Possible's finger hovered over the 'Start' button. "What in Sam Hill are you two up to now?"

Tim started the explanation. "We developed what's called an 'Area-Bot' that will perform menial tasks such as vacuuming, or in this case waxing of floors, on a scheduled basis."

Jim then picked up and finished describing what they were doing. "We were just going to try the 'Super-Wax Mode' on the gym floor. We decided to let Ron Reagar work on the Lowardian Laser System so we wouldn't destroy your newest SUV."

Mr. Barkin crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes at the twin terrors. "humph… While I applaud your discretion with the later, I'm afraid I can't let you activate an untested technology on Middleton High's newly installed wooden floor. If you would please…"

At that point of Mr. Barkin's tirade, a scream was heard from inside the Girl's Locker Room. All three looked over at the entrance and saw Hope, Tara, and Jessica burst through the door, each holding onto either their side or forearm. Immediately Mr. Barkin noticed that all three girls were bleeding.

"Mr. Barkin!" Tara screamed when she saw the burly teacher. All three cheerleaders ran up to him with wide eyes, and all three started talking excitedly at the same time. "It was Bonnie Sir! She… she just went nuts!" "She attacked Liz and literally tore out her throat with her teeth!" "She then did the same to Crystal and Marcella!"

"Hold on, hold on! One at a time! You…" Mr. Barkin pointed at Tara, "Tell me what happened while you other two… stay quiet!"

Jessica and Hope snapped their mouths shut, and Tara took a deep breath before telling her tale. "We… we were all getting ready to shower, when all of a sudden Bonnie fell over one of the benches in front of the lockers. At first we all thought she was being melodramatic again after a rough practice, but then we saw that she wasn't breathing.

"Liz was closest to her and she tried to lift Bonnie up to a sitting position. Crystal and Marcella came over to help, but all three suddenly dropped her when they saw that Bonnie's face was really white, and her eyes were sunken in to her face. It was then that I saw what looked like a deep bruise or… bite mark on the backside of her thigh. It was covered by Bonnie's skirt during practice, so we didn't notice it at that point.

"When I pointed this out, Liz reached down to Bonnie, and that was when she… Bonnie that is, grabbed Liz by the head and literally bit into her neck and ripped out a large chunk of skin! Liz stumbled back putting a hand over her wound, but I could see that blood was just running through her fingers!

"At this point Bonnie literally went wild! Blood was dripping and flying from her mouth, and her eyes had a glazed and sunken look to them. We all tried to get her to calm down, but she just attacked each of us whenever we tried to help! At some point Bonnie got ahold of the hair of both Crystal and Marcella, and she tore into their necks as well! Hope, Jessica and I received our bites while trying to pull Bonnie away from them!"

After finishing almost out of breath, Tara fell to her knees with tears flowing from her eyes. "They… they're dead… they're all dead Mr. Barkin! We… we barely made it out alive!"

All three, Mr. Barkin, and Jim and Tim were dumbstruck by the explanation of what just happened in the locker room. Mr. Barkin was the first of the three to speak, after clearing his throat. "So… where is Miss Rockwaller now?"

"She… I mean, we… Me… I finally hit her over the head with a Lacross stick. I swear I heard her skull crunch under the blow, as I swung pretty hard. I… I think I k… killed my Best Friend Mr. Barkin!"

"If what you say is accurate Miss King, you acted in self-defense, while also protecting others. I don't think that anyone would…" It was at that point an unearthly moan echoed from the locker room, and after a couple of loud thumps the door swung open wide.

Out walked or rather shuffled, Liz, Crystal and Marcella. Each of them had gaping holes in the side of their necks, and their cheer uniforms were soaked in blood.

"Zombie Cheerleaders!" Jim and Tim chorused with a mix of excitement and horror.

"That would be SO cool…" Jim said.

"If they weren't about to hurt us!" Tim finished.

"I… I don't feel very good, Mr. Barkin." Tara said, and she then fell to floor like a sack of potatoes, closely followed by Hope and Jessica.

"They're dead now too!" Jim and Tim screamed at the same time pointing at the three now apparently dead cheerleaders.

"Zombie Cheerleaders." Mr. Barkin dead-panned. "I always knew that's what would be the death of me."

"But we heard…" "It was Abe Lincoln!" The twins replied in 'Tweeb Speak', garnering them a sideways glance from their teacher.

"Follow me boys…" Mr. Barkin said while placing a hand on their backs while the three turned around to run away from the three ghoulish cheerleaders, who were now much closer than before. All three ran out of the gym and into the parking lot towards his latest and newest green SUV. Just as he thought to himself 'Where is Kim Possible?', the father of the Possible Clan arrived at the school, tires screeching as he slammed on the brakes.

"Jim! Tim!" James Possible yelled out of his now open window. "Get in, quick! You too Mr. Barkin! Have any of you seen Kimmie?"

"Mr. Barkin answered the frantic man's question. "Your daughter and Ronald were called on a Mission about twenty minutes ago, Sir. It was somewhere local, because I heard them yell back they would only be gone an hour. I'm afraid I don't have anymore information than that."

"I need to get to my wife at the hospital, so…" James was interrupted by his two sons screaming at the same time.

"Dad! We need to get out of here… NOW!" Both pointed out the windshield directly in front of the car, and James whipped his head around in time to see three, make that six… cheerleaders who he immediately recognized, but recoiled in horror at the same time.

They were all standing in front of the car, each with their mouth hanging open in a grotesque manner. He immediately recognized the milky-yellow color of their eyes and slammed the car into reverse, once again performing a "Starsky Maneuver" like he had done back at the Science Center. The twins, who were in the back seat, looked at each other in surprise at what their father had just done, and then their heads snapped around to watch the six ghoulish cheerleaders shrink rapidly behind them.

Suddenly a ringing sounded inside the car making everyone jump, and James immediately pressed a button on his steering wheel activating his in-car Blue-Berry device that answered his cell phone.

Before he could even answer, his wife's frantic voice could be heard over the car's speakers. "James! I'm so glad your OK! What about the boys and Kimmie?"

"We're OK Mom!" The twins said loud enough so their voices would be picked up over the phone, and they all heard Anne whisper a resounding 'Yes!'. "What about Kim?"

Mr. Barkin decided once again to answer that question, and informed Mrs. Possible that her daughter was on a mission. "OK. James, whatever you do, don't go to the hospital! By now it's most likely overrun by those… things. I was knocked unconscious during a rescue mission by General Simms and a small group of Military Personnel, but I'm OK."

She then proceeded to tell them the location of her whereabouts, and Mr. Barkin knew the place she was speaking of. It was an old Base that had been shuttered during a previous President's reign, so there wouldn't be any personnel around that could also be infected. It was small, more of an outpost, really, but it would work well as a hideout for the time being. It was well stocked with provisions, and had it's own water supply, as well as a Diesel powered generator.

The car was almost to the hospital when Anne had called, and as a result, the occupants of the vehicle saw for themselves what Anne was referring to when she told them to stay away. A small mob of zombies was milling around the parking lot in front, and James had to do some more fancy driving to get through the crowd. However, as they made their way out of the area, one stood in the center of the exit.

"Ram it!" Steve Barkin almost screamed.

"I… I can't! I… know her!" Just as he turned the wheel to try and go around, Mr. Barkin grabbed the steering wheel and aimed the car directly at the ghoul. The low front end of James' car hit the zombie at the knees, snapping both legs off. The rest of the body slammed into the windshield, sending spider web cracks across the glass before sliding over the roof and off the back of the car. Unknowingly, James had just put blood-red "Shelby Stripes" on his car from the bleeding stubs of the zombie that stretched the full length of the vehicle.

The rest of the trip was uneventful, luckily, and all four arrived at the Military installation unscathed… at least physically. A chain-link gate rolled open upon their arrival, and a wide smile split James' face when his wife came running out of the main building that was about the size of Middelton High's library.

In a matter of seconds he was out of the car, and husband and wife ran into each other's arms while Mr. Barkin and the twins exited the vehicle. Jim and Tim joined their parents and they all formed a group hug, while Steve Barkin stood off to one side looking a bit out of place. He was completely surprised when Anne waved him over, and he slowly, but happily, joined the family hug.

"OK People!" They all heard General Simm's bark. "We need to get inside and hunker down for the night. We'll be safe inside."

The Possible parents held their children's hands while walking inside, and Mr. Barkin followed, keeping watch behind them. Just before he closed the door, the burly teacher saw some movement a couple hundred yards away, but he decided not tell anyone, at least not right away. He didn't want to cause any undue worry.

…x x x x…

That should be good enough for the time being. Mr. Barkin thought to himself, and checked his sidearm. After arriving at the complex, the General issued him the weapon, and he had to admit he felt a bit safer knowing they had some firepower. He then placed the weapon into his shoulder holster and put the Log back on it's shelf.

Since he and the General were the only Military personnel in the group, the two of them were on Sentry Duty on the roof. It was time for him to relieve the General.

On his way to the roof, he passed the room in which The Possibles were staying. He looked inside and saw that the twins were sleeping, and James and Anne were by their daughter's side. He heard the young girl move and weakly call out Ronald's name before continuing to his post.

"Stoppable better get here fast, or Miss Possible may not make it another night." He mumbled to himself before heading up the stairs that would take him to the roof, and his Eight-Hour Watch.

To be continued…

So, I hope Mr. Barkin sounds in character. I hardly ever write the guy. (I never liked how he was portrayed as sort of a wimp in "Graduation".)

It looks like I won't be adding any more to the logs of Mr. and Mrs. Possible. I've decided only one log entry per person is needed for this story. I hope this doesn't disappoint anyone…

Oh, another reminder: Only after I finish this story will "Destination: Cañon City" be finished.