The car was completely surrounded by zombies, blocking the doors so the two friends couldn't get out. All their options were at a minimum and they couldn't open the doors unless they want to let the zombies in and eat them alive.

"Okay, okay. Let's just stay calm." Jack said.

"Let's just go on three." Hiccup suggested that they fight their way out. "1...2..."

"Wait, wait, wait!" interrupted Jack. "Okay, are we going on three or after three?"

"What?"

"Uh, you know, like '1, 2, Go' or '1, 2, 3, Go'?" asked Jack.

"Just-just one three, okay?" Hiccup shook his head, not wanting to explain it right now. "1...2...3."

"No, no, no." His friend interrupted again. "You said the exact same thing again. On three, right?"

Hiccup groaned in annoyance at his friend's slow-wittedness as this was definitely not the time to be asking about things when they need to be getting away from the zombies.

"Oh my go-! Jack, just go! Now!"

At that instant, the two friends jumped out of the car with their knives and stabbed, hacked and slashed at the undead creeps, slicing them up until they were no longer moving. It was the most gruesome and gore-y thing that's ever happened to them and it felt like being in a horror movie. All the zombies were dead and their hands were covered with the zombies' blood from the fight.

"Well, that was unnecessarily bloody." Jack remarked, looking at his bloodied hands with disgust.

"I guess so, huh?" Hiccup shrugged.

"Wait, what about the car?" asked Jack, wondering what they were gonna do about the vehicle.

"It doesn't have gas, anyway." Hiccup replied.

"But we've had it for like 10 seconds." Jack argued.

"Leave it." said Hiccup, reminding his friend that because it was out of gas and that there was no gas station or repair shop around for miles, it was useless to them now. So they had no choice but to leave the thing behind.

"Fine." Jack sighed, walking away and leaving Hiccup by the car. He walked into the woods and saw something in the distance.

"Hiccup! Hiccup! There's a campsite over here! I think we've made it!" Jack called out to his friend.

"Oh, sweet!" cried Hiccup with relief and joy as he joined Jack and the duo made it over to the army base, which, to their bewilderment, seemed devoid of any human life.

"It, uh...looks deserted." replied Hiccup in state of confusion.

But then a man's voice cried out from a tent further from them, "Hey, who goes there?"

"Oh, shit." Hiccup chirped.

"Uh, we're...travelers?" Jack responded to whoever it was with a little hesitance in his voice as it hoped that they wouldn't be mistaken as a threat. "We were told to come here."

"Told by who?" A middle-aged man with a military uniform and buzzcut hairdo asked as he approached the two teens. He spoke with a thick Canadian accent.

"Uh..." Jack stammered, trying to remember what the person's name was.

"I think his name was..." Hiccup tried to remember as well.

"Uh...Lance! Corporal Lance." Jack finally said as it sparked in his mind.

"Corporal Lance, eh? He went out to investigate a few weeks ago." explained the soldier. "Wondered what happened to him."

"Wanna see his skull?" asked Hiccup.

"Shut up!" Jack hissed to him quietly. "Uh, well, he kinda died before we woke up."

"Ah, well. It was bound to happen." The Canadian soldier shrugged nonchalantly. "I guess that leaves me."

"I'm sorry, but we didn't catch your name." Jack said to him.

"Call me Twitch." He answered. "General Twitch. At your service."

"Do you have any guns?" asked Jack. "We need weapons."

"You never want to use a gun around here." Twitch reminded him seriously. "Unless you want to get a horde after you."

Hiccup and Jack both groaned in despair.

"But I do have some good knives here." said Twitch. "And I could probably fill up that car with a little gas."

"Oh, sweet." cheered Hiccup.

"So, uh, let's cut the crap. I need you guys for a mission." Twitch explained.