Hale looked at the scene of the crime. Two people were thrown haphazardly into a ditch, but that wasn't the worst of it; the scent of the crime scene was overpowering. The stale reek of onions pervaded the area, almost to the point ot nausea. "Any word on the murderer?" Hale said to the nearest policeman. "Nothing, sir. All we can tell is that someone killed them and stuffed their bodies with onions. What sort of deranged lunatic could have done this?" "That's a good question," Hale replied, walking back to the hospital, "and I'm about to find out."

Hale entered the hospital and walked to the isolation ward. There, he believed, he would find some answers. "I'm here to see the murderer," Hale said to the officer on guard, flashing his badge. "Go right in, but you won't find anything. We've been trying to get her to talk for hours now, but she's just been saying the same things. 'Shrek is love, Shrek is life.'" "I'll take my chances." Walking to the room, Hale had some time to prepare himself, so he wasn't completely surprised when he opened the door to see the nurse's dead body hanging on the chandelier. It seemed to Hale that the case just became a fair bit more difficult when the guard ran in. "Looks like I was a bit late to the party, officer. What is it now?" he said. "Bad news. You know the idea of yours with the cultists? They've taken over a school. They're calling every police officer and lawman in the town to take them down. You got a gun?" "I've got a Magnum." "That'll do. Let's move out."

"Alright, everybody, here's the deal; a bunch of green-masked people ran into the school an hour ago, shot the administration and forced the kids to drink an odd liquid. Our goal is to find and kill these people. No need for warning shots; they're all cold-blooded killers and we need them off the face of the planet. Do you copy?" The police sergeant was briefing the force outside the school. Hale had thought it would be a better idea to tell everyone over the police radio, but his idea was shot down. The police shouted their affirmations, and they began drawing weapons and charging. "Everyone's worried about the cultists, but what of the liquid? It seems like some sort of swamp muck to me. What do you think, Leroy?" Leroy was the policeman on guard at the hospital. Now, he was joining Hale in the assault on the school, as well as giving him his two cents. "Well, if we got a sample sent to the lab, they could analyze it. Still, it'll be difficult; we're walking into a battlefield with who knows how many child hostages, so we don't really have the time to look for any." Just then, the radio began to crackle and sputter. Leroy whacked it once, then tuned it into the police network. The children are fighting the officers, much like they're possessed. If you see them, leave them alone until they attack you. If they do, knock them out or restrain them, but do not kill them. I repeat, do not kill them, the radio crackled. "Seems like we're going to miss out on the action if we don't get a move on, Hale. The back door might be a good idea," Leroy said, moving towards the back. Hale soon followed, kicking down the back door. An alarm began resounding through the halls. "Think they've noticed us?" Hale asked, only to have a bullet fly past his head. He ducked down under a table and returned fire. "Nah, not with your skills!" Leroy shouted sarcastically, firing his Glock. A minute passed without any further assault. Hale and Leroy began moving forward to the first hallway, where the gunman's dead body met them. Three of the bullets fired had hit him, two in the stomach and one in the head. "Didn't know you were such a good shot, Leroy," Hale said, looting the body of any weapons or communication devices. "You never know when the zombie apocalypse might occur, so I find it best to be prepared. The floor plans say there's a classroom right at the corner. Ready?" Hale nodded his assent, and the two began sneaking to the corner. Finding nobody there, Leroy quickly opened the door, letting Hale into the room. Brandishing his gun, he shouted, "Freeze! Police officers! Lower any weapons you may have and put your hands over your head!" A group of children raised their hands. Another started crying. The third group charged Hale, crayons in hand and a look of malice on their faces. They began shouting an odd war cry; "Hail our lord and savior, so that he may save us in the Shrekopalypse!" "Leroy, I think we found some hostile children," Hale said, kicking a little girl away. "Well then, what do we do?" Leroy called back, entering the room. "Ever wanted to play midget punting?"

One short battle later, the attacking children were locked in the closet and the two were on their way to the next classroom when a bullet landed in Leroy's shoulder. Dropping down, Hale shot the assailant in the kneecap, then ran into a crevice in the wall. Leroy grunted, then followed suit. "What do we do now?" Leroy asked. "It's simple," Hale responded. "We take them out."