Three days before Capital Punishment happened and a couple of days before the events of Toxic Graveyard, the Midnight Riders have been driving around the United States east coast in their tour bus in search for the military. Doing the driving and keeping them safe is their bodyguard Anthony.
Jake: How are we doing out here, Anthony?
Anthony: Doing good so far. We're coming up on Brooklyn now. That's where we'll stop for the military, anything useful, or anyone who needs help.
Smitty: Can you tell me again why we can't just keep flying there, Ant'?
Anthony: Because our pilot came out of the hangar as a zombie and I don't know how to fly. We're lucky enough to have one of our several tour busses still just laying around back in Trenton.
Ox: Couldn't we just find another chopper pilot, dude?
Anthony: Do you know any? 'Cuz I don't. I'm not an expert in helicopters or helicopter pilots.
Dusty: This sure beats merely sitting around and doing nothing, right Anthony?
Anthony: Kind of, I didn't exactly sign up to fight zombies. But I did sign up to protect you guys no matter what, and that's what I'm gonna keep doing.
Jake: Sorry we couldn't give you your raise in time.
Anthony: Ah, don't worry about it. We got more pressing problems back then and right now. Besides, you're my friends.
Upon arriving in Brooklyn, Anthony stops the bus and steps out with his Glock Pistol in search for anything or anyone. With Jake watching his back with a Guitar.
However, things get tense real fast as a Random Horde Event occurs. The Lover and the Bodyguard fight hard and well to protect the Drinker, the Drummer and the Brawler who are hunkered down in the tour bus, but Anthony gets bit by the last zombie.
Jake: Anthony, behind you!
Anthony: Argh!
[Glock Pistol fire]
Jake: Shit, you're bit! Isn't that how this works?!
Anthony: *gasps* Yeah. To the bus, NOW!
Seeing himself slowly but surely turning, the Bodyguard runs back to the tour bus and rushes to break out the Glock Pistols, First Aid Kits and grenades he had collected back in Trenton. At the same time, he gives the Midnight Riders a crash course on all of the items.
Dusty: Anthony?! What's going on?
Smitty: Anthony?!
Anthony: I've been bit. I don't have a lot of time, but you guys do.
Ox: What do we do, man?!
Anthony: *gives Glock Pistols* This is a Glock 19, a very accurate close range weapon. Don't point it at me or each other.
Jake: Shit, sorry. Weapons down, guys!
Anthony: It holds fifteen rounds. When the magazine is empty, the slide will lock back. To reload, make sure the bullets and the magazine itself are pointed and slanted toward the barrel. Then shove the magazine in like batteries of flashlights and microphones. Then release the slide with this slide release. *gives Pipe Bombs* This is a Pipe Bomb, an improvised explosive device with a six second fuse and a loud beeping noise that attracts zombies and blows them up. Don't get too close to them once armed with this red button. *gives Molotov Cocktails* This a Molotov Cocktail, a bottle filled with gasoline connected to a flammable fuse. Light it up with your lighters then throw it on the ground to set a wide area on fire. Like the Pipe Bomb, don't get too close. *gives First Aid Kits* This is a First Aid Kit, use them when you're hurt bad. Wrap the wounded parts with the tape and then jab yourself with morphine on an unwounded area of your body.
Ox: Oh, shit! Woah, look at that shit around him!
Smitty: Is this really happening?!
Anthony: Yes, it's happening! You can't bullshit around anymore! Which is why I need you all to listen. With guns, treat all of them as if they're loaded, never point them at anything or anyone you're not willing to shoot, keep your finger off the trigger and the trigger guard, then identify and confirm your target and what's behind it. Point and shoot. It's very simple, point and shoot.
Dusty: This is effing INSANE!
Anthony: Remember all those spy, police and military movies, shows and documentaries we used to watch? Try to, they're very helpful. *groans* We're all gonna die unless I kill myself.
Jake: What?!
Anthony: *groans* Don't lose your supplies, don't lose the bus, don't forget to help and don't lose yourselves. Reach the military.
Jake: I don't think we can—
Anthony: You have to! There's no time! SURVIVE, LIVE, PLEASE!
Jake: Shit, okay, okay!
[Glock Pistol clicks]
Anthony: *growls* Jake, Smitty, Dusty, Ox, good luck.
Jake: Good luck to you too, Anthony.
[Glock Pistol fire]
Anthony kills himself just as The Green Flu consumes him.
Smitty: Dammit.
Ox: He really wasn't kidding.
Dusty: What do we do now?
Jake: We survive. Live. Remember him, what he said and the movies we watched. Let's make sure he didn't die for nothing. Rest in peace, Anthony.
Smitty, Dusty and Ox: Rest in peace, Anthony.
Jake: Come on, we gotta check outside.
After Jake gives the group a clear way forward, Smitty, Dusty and Ox follow him to search for the military, supplies and other survivors. As they move out and start searching the many apartments of Brooklyn.