A/N: MarshalZhukov here to bring you a follow on chapter to the story you just read. One of my Comrade Editors, Draco38 wrote this chapter and submitted it for review. The Central Planning Committee for Stories and Entertainment approved this chapter and returned it for submission. We hope you enjoy.

The light crunch of combat boots on asphalt could barely be heard over the wind and birds in the trees. The man dressed in black combat gear strode along easily but carefully, to miss any item that would make too much noise on the ground. Stopping, he lifted a set of field glasses and scanned down the street at something in the distance. He reached up and touched something on his throat.

"Six? Point. Got a lot of bodies ahead, looks like somebody had a hell of a battle. Over."

"Roger, Point. I'm sending Scouts 1 and 2 to cover you. The sergeant will overwatch you. Over."

"Roger, Six. Point out."

Two other soldiers advanced, and the three fanned out covering each other while proceeding. A forth stood in the street with a silenced rifle, waiting to cover them if necessary.

After a few minutes, the point man signaled the all clear and the rest of the squad advanced to the battle scene.

Point walked up to his sergeant and lieutenant shaking his head. In a quiet voice he said. "Jesus LT! There must be a hundred dead Zeds here. I only see six actuals though."

The LT frowned as he looked down at the scene at his feet. A woman in an motorcycle police uniform lay with a bullet hole in her chest. He could tell she killed herself because the pistol was still locked in her hand, turned backward and fired with her thumb. A young man in a high school uniform lay next to her with half his head blown off but no other wounds.

The sergeant worked the scene out for him. "Looks like she shot the kid in the head then turned it on herself."

Reaching down, she pulled a shotgun out from under the teenager. "Huh! Benelli M4 Super 90, wonder where they got this. Looks like they gave a good account of themselves though, before they went down."

Noticing Scout 1 waving at her, she walked over to where he squatted. A girl that looked to be about 18 with flowing black hair lay spread eagled on the ground with a katana through her throat and brain pan. She was dressed like something out of a teenage boy's wet dream. High boots, lace-top stockings with garter belt, shin pads, elbow pads and gloves topped off with a high slit skirt and school uniform blouse. She bore a large bite in her shoulder.

Looking back toward the first pair, the sergeant noticed she lay as if she was facing them when she committed suicide.

Scout 1 whispered, "This shit is getting even stranger, look over here."

The scout pointed a few steps away where the body of a male in the same uniform as the first boy sat upright on its knees. In its arms was the body of a pink haired girl who had been stabbed in the chest, a bite mark on her upper arm. The male's body was headless.

A few feet away the sergeant noticed a head on the pavement looking back at the scene, glasses on, eyes closed, smiling in bliss.

A cold shiver went up her spine.

Looking at the raven haired girl again, the sergeant realized she had a blissful look on her face as well but her eyes were open.

It's like she saw God at the last second. She thought then paused, No, her lover.

Just standing and looking she could see the Zeds all around had one of two traits, they were decapitated or the head was blown open from a projectile weapon.

Scout 1 stood up and moved close to her, "You ever seen anything like this? We've seen some weird shit since this started but this is freaky-deeky shit!"

The sergeant shook her head as she watched the LT and Point bend over another girl in school uniform. At that moment, something caught her eye.

"No," she whispered. The LT pointed out that she was wearing a similar uniform blouse; the top of her head missing. The sergeant's attention focused on what was cradled in the girl's arms; a vaguely familiar weapon, a Springfield M1A.

Scout 2 stepped into her field of vision holding a scoped combat rifle in his hands. "Look at this Sarge! I thought it was an M-16 at first but it's not. I've never seen one like this!"

Rika Minami's blood ran cold. She was looking at an Armalite AR-10. She'd know that weapon anywhere. After all, it was hers.

Her suspicions confirmed, Rika's breath came in ragged gasps as she rushed from pile after pile of bodies. Finally she stopped, frozen in horror as she found what she had not wanted to.

She looked down on the remains of a body with no limbs and large shredded breasts. The body's head lay beside it, a shock of blond hair floating in a pool of blood, a look of abject terror and pain on the face.

Rika went to her knees and began to shriek in horror while tearing at her own hair.

"Stop her!" Cried the LT as Scout 1 and Point dove on her flailing body trying to restrain her before she made too much more noise.

Looking at Scout 2 who was standing in shock he asked, "What the fuck happened?"

Scout 2 shook his head, "All I did was show her this rifle and she went over the edge!"

The LT looked down and groaned. He knew that rifle; he knew it was hers and it meant they had found the group she had always kept her eyes open for, the group her friend had been with.

Suddenly, moaning started to rise all around them. Undead shuffled out of every nook and cranny. Hundreds of undead.

The sudden crump of a muffled pistol shook him out of his horror as he looked back towards Rika, and found Point holding her, her pistol in hand, and her brains on his face. He watched as Point's mind broke and Scout 1 rolled over and puked his guts out on the pavement.

The LT just stood and watched as everyone else in the squad blasted away at a horde they would never be able to defeat.

End