"Grenade!", yelled Kevin. After learning of what they were supposed to do, Team 2 (Kevin, Rolf, and Johnny) went straight into the action and began to own zombies left and right.
Kevin had a lot of video games behind him and he was good in most, but his baby was Nazi Zombies on Call of Duty. He has every single level on his 360, and has gotten to Round 30 in all of them.
Rolf...well...do I honestly need to confirm that Rolf would beast at this? Growing up in the vast, rolling hills of Germany, protecting his livestock was a must. So Rolf learned to handle three main objects to do this: a Scythe, a Double-Barrel Shotgun, and an M1911 pistol. That was perfect, because he would be using two of those weapons here.
Johnny...is just plain screwed. He has spent the past ten minutes running around looking for Plank, interfering with Kevin and Rolf's duties many a time.
So to sum it all up: Kevin knows Nazi Zombies inside and out, Rolf has the real-time battle experience (farming isn't exactly Heaven on Earth), and Johnny would make great bait.

Anyway...
KA-BOOM!
The grenade exploded, sending shrapnel in every direction, and ripping apart a few zombies. While Rolf was preocupied watching Kevin, a zombie got too close to his window and began ripping down the boards. Coming back to his senses, Rolf ran up to the window and jammed his M1911 into the zombies empty eyesocket. Rolf pulled the trigger, and the entire upper left side of the zombies head exploded, sending blood and grey brain matter everywhere.
"Plank? Plank! PLANK!", Johnny exclaimed, finally sighting Plank on the far side of the outpost. Being the jackass he is, Johnny jumped through the boards of a window and into the murky, muddy, gooey, swamp to wade slowly over to where Plank was.
"Johnny! Get back here you retard!", Kevin yelled out to him. A few seconds was all it took for a few zombies to get through the breach and into the building.

Rolf pulled out his knife and stabbed a zombie right between the eyes, killing it instantly. He then yanked the knife back out of the zombie's skull, and threw it back across the room to where a zombie was breaking down Kevin's window (Kevin was busy fighting off two other zombies to notice) and the knife sailed clean through the zombies head and into the murky depths.
"CURSES!", Rolf exclaimed, "Johnny the Woodboy! When Rolf gets you, your punishment will be slow and painful...like Papa's back waxings!"
Johnny wasn't listening, he was too busy breaking the rules to notice. Johnny was following Plank as I levitated the 2X4 through the entire map, causing Johnny to open all the doors and break all the windows in advance, before finally putting, rather inserting, Plank into the Meteor.
Johnny, expecting the same murky swamp that had already stained his clothes a brownish color, hopped into the stuff like a bunny. But he was obviously not paying attention to the fact that the "swamp" was bubbling like mad. Or that it wasn't as mudlike as the rest of the swamp.

Johnny jumped into a ten-foot deep pool that had been superheated to 130 degrees. What? Did you think the meteor was glowing red because had "magic powers" that brought the dead to life?
Well, you're half right.
The meteor got ultrahot during it's entrance into our atmosphere, and when it touched the swamp, a certain part of it turned into boiling water.
Johnny sprung back up, screaming like a banshee and whole parts of his skin missing. The water had melted him in some parts, parts with no bones or not that much meat.
Therefore, his forehead, hair in all places, elbow skin, nails, fingers, genetalia (ouch!), knee skin, and toes had been melted away.

Getting back onto the walkway, he took no notice of Plank, who had been burned to cinders from the sheer heat radiating from the meteor.
Getting on what remained of his knees, Johnny reared back and screamed in all out pain and terror. It was his fault, all of it. Thanks to him: all the areas were open, all the windows were broken, Kevin and Rolf were alone, Plank was gone, and zombies were everywhere.
Hearing the cries of his fellow friends back at the original building, Johnny gave up. He fell back into the water, but instead (painfully) met a small rowing boat that I had caused to appear.
I wouldn't let Johnny die, because the fun couldn't be spoiled now. It was just getting started.

"Look! It's Johnny! It's Johnny!", yelled Kevin, pointing at the small boat Johnny was now adrift on. He and Rolf both ran out of ammo and lost their knives (Kevin couldn't get his back out of a zombies skull because it was rusty), and they both bolted from the place. But they were injured: Rolf had three gashes along his cheek, and there were three long cuts going from Kevin's chest to his bellybutton. Kevin abandoned his shirt, when a speedy zombie ripped it off him during their escape.
Rolf was on his tail, and although the zombies were at the other end of the walk, they were coming at a steady pace. A few were even lightly jogging, two were sprinting, and one was running, arms outstreched, reaching for Rolf. To catch him, to claw him, to bite him, to eat him, to kill him...
"JUMP, KEVINBOY, JUMP!", yelled Rolf, and the two dived at the boat, the zombie close behind. Rolf and Keving landed painfully on Johnny, and the zombie hit the water. An instant cloud of steam erupted from the area it hit, the zombie bobbed to the surface minutes later, but it was only a ragged skeleton.
Rolf suddenly screamed, his hand had hit the water and severly burned him. Kevin suddenly noticed how Johnny looked: pale, bloody, skin singed off at places, salty tears in his eyes.
I appeared, hovering beside them, as the white futuristic computer.

And this is where you stand...
Kevin: 2500 points.
Rolf: 2500 points.
Johnny: -3000 points for cheating.

"I am most displeased. You have not abode by the rules as you should have, Johnny. Therefore, you shall remain this way. As for you two, you fought a hard battle. So I will give you these. [four MedKits appear in the boat] You should heal with these before we start again."

"WAIT!", Kevin yelled out. I turn towards him, my black screen blank, waiting for him to start a new conversation.
"What about Johnny? There's no way these'll help him.", Kevin croaked, his voice starting to break up. Tears were building up in his eyes, he was a jock, a bully, a punk, but he couldn't stand seeing Johnny so vulnurable and weak. Rolf, while he had seen worse injuries like this over his childhood, couldn't hide the traces of sadness in his eyes as he wrapped his hand in bandages.
"Why do you ask such a foolish question. LOOK AT HIM! He is mortally wounded, and I can do nothing.", I said, fading into the sunlight.
The flood overtook Kevin's eyes, and he began to silently weep. Rolf, too, bowed his head and sent a prayer out. Johnny, meanwhile, moaned and groaned with pain.

And here we leaved them...
Kevin: a shell of his former self.
Rolf: his hand injured, he cannot wield a proper gun.
Johnny: Dying...but not dead yet.
The three are on a small wooden paddle boat, in the middle of a small ultrahot pond, with the undead at the banks, in this world that in order to live...you must kill.
It is the only law.
And we leave them with it...