Author: Unfortunately this is another update on the story and not a new chapter. The new update is written under EDIT 2. But it is good news.

Hey Zombies

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Take Off

The plan was in motion. The group was at the door while Jamie, the last resort, was on the roof, one propane tank in his hand and the other three at his feet, all with an emergency flare duck taped next to the valve. Also at Jamie's feet was a scoped Remington, resting on the edge of the building. Jamie took the flare on the tank he was holding and ignited it. With all his might, Jamie tossed the propane tank, which fell five stories and crushed a single infected, with a fair distance added in the toss. He took the other, did the same with the flare, and threw it with half the energy to ensure they were evenly spaced out. It landed about fifty feet behind the first one he had tossed. The second one didn't kill any infected but startled several around its impact. Jamie then took the final two and tossed them both, each landing next to either the far tank or the closer tank. All four tanks rested on the ground, the flares burning a fiery red, like stars on concrete.

Miles glanced out the window and saw the tanks fall from above. Each landed on the concrete, causing little cracks in the ground and dents where the tank impacted the earth.

"Okay, everybody back." Miles said and everyone scooted away from the door, aware the glass would be shattered by the explosions of the tanks closest to them. Arnold gripped Charlie's ankles tighter, his palms sweating profusely against Charlie's skin. Arnold had Charlie's legs hanging over his shoulder while Charlie's top end rested on Gerald's head who held him up by his shoulders.

On the roof, Jamie positioned himself next to the rifle, laying entirely on his front side. He reached over, grabbed the bolt and cocked it back. The gun clicked and a shimmering brass bullet loaded itself into the firing mechanism. Jamie glued his eye to the scope as the rifle hung over the edge of the roof. He slowly adjusted his direction until one of the pair of tanks came into his view through the scope. With a couple more motions, Jamie had both propane tanks in his crosshair. He shifted his shoulder once more and took a deep breath in.

Back in the lobby, the others were huddled behind decorative columns, their ears cuffed by their hands. Torvald had Curly by the neck, still bound and gagged at the mouth with tape. Miles had a bound Victor in his grip, with a pistol to Victor's head to ensure no funny business. Behind him, Helga was crouched next to Arnold. She shimmied a little bit, leaning into Arnold and Arnold returned the gesture.

Jamie let his breath go as a sigh of relief and pulled the trigger. The bullet launched from the barrel, spun at a thousand revolutions per minute until it struck the propane tank.

The explosion was not very wide but still caused damage around it, clearing the infected in a twenty foot diameter or so. The shockwave vibrated the glass on the lobby entrance violently until it abruptly shattered into little crystals. The others kept their ears cuffed, knowing they wouldn't go until the second explosion. Jamie rinsed and repeated, cocked his rifle and aimed for the tanks further away from the building.

After breathing in and out, Jamie fired another bullet, striking the second pair of tanks dead on. That explosion was even larger, before long, a large path shaped like a giant eight was made for the group, as Jamie could see. He felt a little bit of pride for his work of art but knew it wasn't over. He dropped the Remington and dashed for a small pack next to one of the antennas. He quickly flung it over his shoulder, clipped several straps over his shoulder, around his waist and even on his head. Before long, Jamie's backpack was secured tight to his backside. Jamie then bent down, grabbed his issued sub machine gun and tossed the strap over his shoulder as well. Jamie looked back at where he had fired the sniper rounds and took a few more breaths. Down below he could hear the gunfire and knew the group below was dashing for the hangar, no more than a quarter mile across the compound. It was a bit of a dash but thankfully the propane tanks cleared the way for the first half of the run. Jamie fiddled with a small ring attached to a cord on his pack. He pinched it, and sprinted for the edge of the building. With every last bit of energy he had in his legs, he pushed himself off the building with his feet and leapt as far as he could.

Without missing a beat, he yanked the cord and the air resistance coming at him quickly unfolded the red dyed parachute in his pack. It successfully deployed and Jamie began to float through the air, diving straight for the hangar. He pulled each handle on his left and right to help direct him. Below him, he could see the gunfire of the group continuing to progress toward the hangar. The infected were still stunned from the explosion but quickly began to realize there was a meal to catch.

Little by little, the infected began to take notice of the group running right past them. They began to snarl and grit their teeth as they saw the people running and began to sprint after them themselves. Jamie, traveling a bit faster than the group, landed on the top of the metal hangar, quickly unclipping the parachute from his pack to keep it from dragging him. He turned around, ran to the edge of the hangar and began to fire at the infected with his sub machine gun.

Down on the ground, Arnold and Gerald were struggling the most, carrying the unconscious Charlie. Not only was it more weight for them to run with, but it was a limp body that didn't help them move at all, only gravity could tell Charlie's body where to go. Miles, Bob, Suzie, and Stella all had weapons to fire at the infected. Even with all the bullets flying, the infected only seemed to continue closing in on them.

Jamie continued to suppress them from the roof of the hangar, "Guys! Move!" His gun clicked no more ammo. He quickly ejected the empty magazine and slammed another into it, his last one. Whilst he reloaded, he grabbed one of the three frag grenades clipped to his belt, popped the pin and threw it into the crowd.

"We're almost there! Keep pushing!" Miles said. Meanwhile, Torvald was at the back, lugging the resistant Curly who was not helping Torvald progress at all. Curly looked up at Torvald, seeing the sweat on his eyes and the hazy breath he took in.

Suddenly, the frag Jamie had tossed exploded. Curly took the time to twist in Torvald's grip until his hand was close to Torvald's utility belt where he frantically felt around for his issued knife. Within seconds, Curly grabbed the knife, lifted it from Torvald's person and thrusted all his weight into him. Torvald ended up tripping and falling to the side. Meanwhile at the front, Miles arrived first at the hangar door, thrusted it open, and tossed the bonded Victor inside. He turned around to see everyone catching up and the infected continuing to dash after them.

Torvald and Curly fell a few feet from each other. Torvald struggled to get up but Curly was able to stagger to his feet. He continued to hop toward the others. Sid was the only one who noticed as he looked back to check on the people behind him. Very faintly he could see Torvald in the distance with infected sprinting towards him and Curly who struggled to hop with his bindings. Sid ran up to him and tore the tape off his mouth.

"What happened?!" Sid cried.

"Torvald tripped!" Was all Curly could say. Bob ran to their aid as well, he grabbed Curly by the shoulders who quickly stuffed Torvald's knife into his pants, giving his backside a minor scratch. Sid went to go help Torvald.

Sid cried his name, "Torvald!"

A line of infected sealed Torvald away from Sid. Torvald continued to fire at the infected that dashed after him.

"Sid go! Get the hangar locked up!"

"No, we're not leaving you, find another way around!" Sid cried.

The infected only pushed Torvald further away from them, Sid could barely understand him, "Jus-oo, d—n't-ust-Curl-y!" More gunfire erupted but slowly died down. Sid could see a group of infected conjoining on one spot, dog piling something to the ground. All Sid could hear from there were blood curdling screams and short bursts of gun fire. Gerald, having dropped Charlie in the hangar, ran back to get him.

"Come on Sid, we can't, we gotta go. He's gone." Gerald screamed. Sid resisted slightly, only to give in and let Gerald rush him to the hangar. Miles stood at the door, aiming carefully past Sid and Gerald who were the only ones left outside. Miles shot off a few more infected that dove after them, but Sid and Gerald successfully evaded all of them and got inside the hangar. Miles then slammed the smaller door shut, engulfing the hangar in darkness…

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(On a desolate highway)

Everybody seemed to agree they were in Ohio. The air felt moist and Stinky distinguished it may have been coming from Lake Erie. The enticing scent of saltwater in the air may draw them towards more shelter and protection, but they still had another two weeks on the road at least if they kept going. But it was obvious to them, it was a mistake to travel this far on foot. Phoebe slumped against the concrete wall. The group had stopped at a broken down gas station. Everyone but Stinky and Eugene were still outside the store.

Phoebe looked around at her surroundings. Tai and Nadine continued to mend Mai's bandaged leg, with looks of hope on their faces as they saw the healing process. It began to hit Phoebe as well that it was a mistake to bring everybody out here. I may have killed all these people by doing this, Phoebe thought.

As if on cue, "We've still got a fair amount of bullets left, if push comes to shove..." Harold said, standing over her. Phoebe looked up at him, her arms crossed and eyes matted with dried tears. Her frown only intensified after Harold spoke. She stood up, looked him in the eyes and swung her arm at him. His head flung to the right from the impact, the slap nearly echoed in all directions. The group huddled on the ground looked up when they heard the sound and gazed in awe as Harold clutched the skin where Phoebe had struck him.

"Shut up…don't you ever say anything like that again." Phoebe said. Harold looked at her, a hand still on his cheek, and remorse melted onto his face.

"I'm sorry. I just can't take to seeing our group suffer like this…it feels inevitable to me anyways." Harold said, his voice very monotone. He proceeded to walk off to the other side of the store. The rest watched as he disappeared around the corner. Just then, Stinky and Eugene came out the front doors, both with plastic bags filled with what appeared to be cans and other miscellaneous stuff they found.

"Well we're in luck," Stinky said, plopping his bag on the wagon, "Found enough for everyone to last us a few more days, if we're smart about it." He said. There was no response, no sign of joy for his work. He looked up and saw Phoebe against the wall, her head in her arms and Harold was not in sight. Eugene noticed the same after putting his bag down as well.

"What happened?" Eugene asked. Phoebe got up and walked towards them.

"We left, that's what happened." Phoebe said, her voice sounding hopeless, "Never should've brought all you here, it only made matters worse."

"Don't say that Phoebe, you know we're making good progress. We got out of Pennsylvania right?"

"Yeah? And how many more states Eugene?! Three? Four? Nobody here even knows where FTi Kappa is. We just know they were the ones who wanted to take down our neighborhood and then all of a sudden they became a big corporation that evidently brings around the end of the world, but that's no big deal at all is it?!" Phoebe erupted. Everyone was silent, amazed but aghast at Phoebe's sudden burst of anger, something they rarely saw in her. Phoebe walked away from the group and further away from the rural gas station into the middle of the wasteland around her. It felt dangerous being so exposed but Phoebe's anger wiped away what was left of her rationality and maybe even her will to live. She stood there in silence and continued to think about Gerald and the others, wondering what could possibly be going on. She looked down and saw a pebble at her feet. Depressingly she kicked it away from her vicinity.

As soon as it stopped rolling, she heard a loud bang behind her, and with it came a large flash of light. The flash didn't harm her seeing as she had her back turned. She looked back to see little sparks in the air but the night obscured any figures from her vision. Phoebe called out.

"Guys? You alright over there?" She said as she approached the gas station. She could hear scuffling of feet and what sounded like the hum of an engine getting closer. She prepared to call out people's names but was stopped when a hand reached from behind her and cupped her mouth. A strange fume invaded her nostrils as she struggled against this attacker but she began to feel weak. The fumes continued to feel her head with nausea. Before they took full effect, she realized she was getting dosed with chloroform before passing out…

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(FTi Kappa, Hangar 17)

People continued to scuffle around in the dark, mumbling, trying to get their bearings. "Everybody relax." Said Miles. Shortly after, there were footsteps, and metal clanging. Miles struggled to find the switch, feeling around on the cold metallic walls. Finally, he felt a large plastic rod jutting from the wall. He gripped it tightly, and thrusted it upwards. Immediately, the hangar filled with light that poured over everything. Everyone's sight was restored. Jamie rubbed his eyes together, letting his pupils focused as he looked around the room. Immediately he saw something was off.

"Where's Torvald?" He asked. Everyone else instantly began looking around, Sid and Gerald then came through the door and slammed it shut, leaving the infected outside to slam against the metal exterior of the hangar.

"Where did Torvald go?!" Jamie asked again.

Sid and Gerald struggled to catch their breath, wanting to answer. Meanwhile, Bob tossed Curly, still tied up, to the ground. Jamie saw him and walked over to him. He grabbed him by his arms and shook him a couple times, slamming his head against the concrete ground. He pinched one side of the tape that sealed Curly's mouth and slowly tore it from his lips. The stretch of Curly's skin and the ripping sound of the tape made it painful for everybody as Curly grunted.

"What happened to him, you son of a bitch." Jamie growled.

"He fell, he was dragging me until he pushed me forward all of a sudden and next thing I know we were both on the ground."

"He did fall, I tried to get him and he was getting back up before they got him." Sid added.

"What makes you think we can buy that?" Jamie replied.

"Why argue, Lieutenant Johannson? Corporal Torvald is dead regardless right?" Victor piped up.

"Victor, shut up." Miles said, "Look Jamie, as hard as it is to say, He's right. Torvald's dead and there's nothing we can do. We'll get out of here in the plane and figure things out when we're in the air.

"Why bother? Let's just toss this prick to the psychos out there and get out of here." Jamie said.

"No." Arnold said. He then looked at Victor who was still tied up and leaning against the hangar wall. He walked up to him, "Tell us, why is Curly so important? We need you, obviously, but why him." Gerald looked at the two, and as Arnold talked, his eyes widened in shock.

"Anything?" Arnold asked, "It'd be so easy for us to throw him out there and left the infected tear him apart, but you seem to need him for something, don't you?" Victor just stood there, not intimidated but still had no response.

"That really depends on him." Victor said finally. Arnold was quiet. He turned around and looked at Miles.

"Dad, let's bring him. Interrogate him in the air and we'll figure out the truth sooner or later." Miles looked back at his son; a small smile grew on his face, pride in his son and who he's become.

"Get him on the plane Jamie." Miles said. Jamie reluctantly picked Curly up from the ground.

"You murdered him you son of a bitch, I know it," Jamie whispered to Curly, "And I will not stop until you're in front of a firing squad." With that and a shove, the group walked to the plane. Miles pulled the stairs down and everyone loaded in. The interior had a mildewy smell, one familiar to Jamie and Victor but not anyone else. Jamie hauled Curly to the back of the plane as everyone else took seats. Curly unfortunately didn't get a comfortable linen chair. Instead he lay on the cold metallic flooring of the plane. There was barely enough space for everyone in the passenger section. Miles and Stella got in the cockpit while everyone sat in pairs.

Miles flicked a couple switches on the dashboard, "Let's get out of here." He said before locking eyes with Stella as the two smiled at one another. Their newfound freedom giving them a sense of hope in the dreary world around them. Suddenly, Arnold walked up to the cockpit entrance and peaked his head in.

"It's good and all that we got to the plane but how are we gonna deal with the party outside, mom and dad?" Arnold asked, joking emphasis on the 'mom and dad'.

"Son, just sit back and enjoy the fireworks. That is if this baby's still got the kick it's had from ten years ago." Miles said. Arnold just smiled but did not leave his parents' side. Miles flipped a switch and pulled the rip cord. A loud bang echoed in the hangar and the plane began to spew smoke from its rudders.

"We're five by five?" Miles asked.

Stella answered, "Yes indeed, let's get outta here." She said, looking at Miles. Miles, in return, grabbed her hand, pulled her in close and gave her a peck on the lips. Miles, as the pilot, than revved the wheel toward him. Jamie hopped back off the plane to get the hangar door. It was going to cut close but everyone had confidence that he would make it after opening the large metallic barrier that sealed them off from the infected outside. Jamie walked over to the side of the door with the switches. He looked into the cockpit window where Miles watched him. He gave him a subtle nod and Jamie hit the switch. The door opened slowly and the swarms of infected were allowed entry to the hangar.

Jamie quickly ran from the door to the plane, hopped on and slammed the plane shut.

"Full throttle, go!" Miles screamed. Everyone held on tight. The infected were oblivious but still conscious about what was in front of them. One by one they snarled and began to limp toward the plane at first. Then their appetite got the best of them and they began to sprint for the plane.

"Come on, come on!" Miles yelled again. The plane lurched forward. Everyone in the passenger section jolted backwards. The infected were hungry indeed but did not take into account the spinning propellers giving off immense air resistance that pushed them away. Some were too resilient and instead were pulled in with the suction.

"Miles, all that blood and guts, what makes you think the propellers will hold?" Stella asked.

"They'll hold, this pup's still got life in her, I know it." Miles said as he gripped the steering wheel tightly. More infected proceeded to bolt for the plane instead to get chopped up inside the propellers as the plane rolled out of the hangar, cutting up everything in its path.

"Right Miles, runway's to the right." Stella said.

"I know." Miles responded. With a struggle, the plane chopped through the swarm of infected. The ones that weren't diced up proceeded to slam on the hull, wanting their meal which was concealed inside. Arnold nervously left the cockpit and sat down next to Helga whose hand immediately grabbed his. The two looked at each other and then out the passenger window. The plane slowly lurched forward out of the compound area and rolled onto the runway. Miles pulled with everything he had, giving the plane as much thrust as possible. The engine revved and the plane rolled, picking up speed. Before long, the wheels loosened some pressure and then immediately lifted off the ground. Everybody's ears popped as the plane gained altitude. With every twenty feet the plane climbed, everyone gave off a hazy and pressure induced breath.

Then it stopped. The plane stopped climbing and began to cruise gently at ten thousand feet. Miles and Stella looked at each other again and smiled. Miles got up, leaving Stella in control and peaked his head out the cockpit to everyone.

"Excuse me ladies and gentlemen, we are currently cruising at ten thousand feet, the no smoking and seatbelts signs will turn off. Beverages will be served shortly." Miles said with a smile. Without missing a beat, everyone whooped for joy. Arnold gave Helga a loving embrace and than a long kiss which Gerald watched, clocking it at around twelve seconds. Si d, sitting next to Gerald, patted him on the shoulder and the two gave each other a friendly hug.

"We did it…We made it out!" Arnold cried.

"Hold on son, we're not out of the woods yet. We may be safe but who knows where this is. Everyone just stay put, it'll take a couple hours before we reach Nevada where Alpha is. In the mean time, check yourself for wounds and rest while you can." Miles said. He turned back and sat back down, guiding the plane once more.

(One hour and fourty minutes later)

The plane continued to hum and moan, gusts of wind struck the plane as it glided in the air. Everyone in the passenger seat had fallen asleep, even Victor surprisingly, who sat in the back row, still strapped. Meanwhile, Curly was still on the ground, while Jamie sat diagonally across from him, but had fallen asleep. Curly took the time to get the knife out of his pants and started working on the tape that bound his hands. The knife sliced at the tape as Curly's wrists began to loosen more and more. Suddenly, the tape snapped and his hands were free. He took caution not to make too much noise with the ripping. The noise woke Victor however whom opened his eyes and looked over. He saw Curly crushing the destroying duck tape and stuffing it into his pocket. Victor's eyes widened with surprise.

"Thaddeus…" He whispered, "What are you doing?!"

"They're not gonna get away with this…I'll show them. Just like you told me, how important this was to you." Curly replied.

"Don't do what I think you're gonna do."

"Don't worry doc, when the plane lands, I'll take them all by surprise." Curly said.

"Don't be an idiot, if you go and do this, I'm not gonna aid you at all." Victor whispered loudly again.

"Come on old man, you know you're useless to me anyways." Curly replied. Victor prepared to respond to his condescending reply but Arnold was awake as well and walking towards them. Both fell quiet.

Arnold walked over to Curly and knelt down. Victor shut his eyes and proceeded to play-sleep, "Curly…" Arnold said, "What happened to you man...remember how close we were before you left for the army?"

"I don't remember or feel anything Arnold, don't you remember? I'm a psychopath like always."

Arnold shrugged, "You always were a bit blunt, but why would you do something like this? Help the person who's actually trying to destroy mankind?" Victor opened his eyes, his pride wanted to object to Arnold's comment as he thought he was doing the complete opposite.

"I mean look around you," Arnold continued, "Our hometown is ruined, all the people we knew as kids, some of our parents, people like Mrs. Vitello or Mr. Green?"

"Mr. Green is dead?" Curly asked.

"I watched him die." Arnold said, his voice very low and serious, hoping the thought could convince Curly to get rid of the evil in him. Curly did in fact give a response of remorse, but unbeknownst to Arnold, it was fake behavior. Curly bobbed his head and Arnold reached up and put his hand on Curly's shoulders.

Colors and haze all rushed through Arnold's head again as he gripped it in pain. Images rushed through his head as he began to see Curly's thoughts like a movie. He saw Curly shaking Victor's hands, him and Jamie rolling on the ground in a tussle after Curly found the bomb, and finally, he saw Curly's evil smirking face after he had tossed Torvald to the infected. The rush stopped and Arnold's vision returned. He was staring right into Curly's eyes who looked at him in disbelief.

"You killed him…You killed Torvald!" Arnold cried. Everyone began to wake up.

"Murderer!" Arnold cried.

"Arnold, what is it?!" Jamie asked frantically as he woke up as well.

"Curly lied, he pushed Torvald away to save himself, and he lifted Torvald's knife.." Before Arnold could say anything more, Curly had lifted himself up and grabbed Arnold by the throat.

"You always were a goody two shoes Arnold, never knew when to not be a tattle tale." Curly whispered, a slight growl in the way he talked.

Jamie drew his pistol and Curly shielded behind Arnold, the knife to his throat.

" Take it easy Curly, you know we're ten thousand feet in the air, you got nowhere to go." Jamie said.

"Oh I don't plan on leaving, I wouldn't be anywhere else other than Alpha, if the infected haven't gotten there yet. I just don't want a prick like you in control."

"What motive have you got Thaddeus? What will this accomplish?" Miles said, calling Curly by his proper name.

"Self preservation…you can't begin to imagine what Victor has shown me…the terrors in San Lorenzo we left behind. And now you want to go back to rescue Chocolate boy, the bastard can't even speak for himself now. For all intents and purposes, he's pretty much dead!"

"Thaddeus!" Victor erupted from the seat next to him. Curly looked towards him, "You think I want to go back? I'd rather take my chances with the soldiers, even if it kills me."

"I'm not going back to the jungle doc!" Curly said, his voice almost sounding afraid.

"You won't have to…" Victor replied.

"Curly, put Arnold down and drop the knife, we're gonna be landing in Alpha soon." Jamie said, his gun still drawn. Curly stood there in silence, the knife pressing into Arnold's skin causing him to bleed.

"Fine, you want Arnold? You can have him!" With that, Curly threw Arnold forward into Jamie's torso, throwing him off and causing him to drop his pistol. Curly was too fast for everyone and grabbed the pistol. Jamie saw this and dived for his rifle but Curly had the drop on him.

"Put it down, Lieutenant." Curly said. Jamie stopped and stood next to everyone who hustled against the cockpit. Stella was still frantically flying the plane.

"Now," Curly said, "Everyone's going to sit down and relax. We land in Alpha and you guys let me go my own way, understood?"

"You're not gonna shoot me Curly." Jamie said, his pride beginning to show.

"Why's that eh? Jamie-O!" Curly said.

"Cuz I still owe you for scratching my car when I picked Gerald up from school..." Jamie said. With that, he ducked and attempted to charge into Curly. But Curly was faster. The gun shots roared inside the plane hull as Curly fired the gun into Jamie's back. The bullets entered his backside and exited his waist where they skimmed the last two grenades on Jamie's belt.

No one could explain or picture what happened next. Arnold was the only one with a vivid picture. There was an explosion, a hole jutted from the plane, not sure if it was the grenades that caused it. Arnold could hear Stella calling his name. Before he collapsed and lost consciousness, he saw Curly losing his stance before the immense pressure sucked him out of the newly formed hole on the side of the plane. Smoke and fire erupted from the plane as it began to dive down towards the cool nighttime desert below…

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To Be Continued

EDIT (May 8 2014): This is not the end of Hey Zombies, I know I'm over a week late from my deadline. That's why I wanted to make sure you guys knew I'm still planning this story. Writing it is harder than you'd think. Imagine how George RR Martin feels when people press him to continue A Song of Ice and Fire, "I wanna know if Tyrion bites the dust!" or "When are the dragons coming?!". I'm in the same boat with this story. Sure it's just a measly fan fic, but it's my fan fic. And I enjoy writing it because you guys enjoy reading it. I read the reviews over and over again, realizing I am reaching people with this story.

But it's a difficult time for me right now, and I can't keep setting myself up for failure. So, I'm gonna start writing new chapters, no more breaking down into seasons, I'm just gonna keep writing the story and when I feel I'm ready to continue Season 3 with enough content, I will start releasing new chapters. That way, there won't be as big of a break between seasons since I'll already be way ahead of the curb.

So, here's what you can do, share the story, go back and read old chapters, keep reviewing if you've thought of something new. Again, your guys' support and love of my story are what help me write it. If you want more material, gotta give me a hand here. Thanks guys for understanding. This will probably be my new way of updating instead of writing a new document. I apologize ahead of time if these updates are already tedious. This is the only way I can think of to communicate with everyone. Thanks for understanding.

EDIT 2 (July 6 2014): I have gotten new inspiration. Over summer, I started watching The Walking Dead not only because I finally caved into watching the show but I started in hopes it could help me with my own story, how I manage my characters, what happens with the plot. Thankfully I'm starting to get an idea of how I can get this story written. I still don't have an actual release date, but I have started writing full speed again. Expect one last update within the month and/or maybe a couple chapters to continue Season 3 of Hey Zombies :) This is good news people, I want to write this for you, for me, for anybody who loves a good zombie story and definitely to those who love Hey Arnold.

Stay Tuned…Keep Surviving.