On the move with the Tour Bus again, the Midnight Riders follow the military troop transports, driving through light cars and bikes to avoid getting stuck. Now in Lower Manhattan, they have to stop and clear the streets full of zombies on foot because there is not enough room to speed up and there are too many obstacles to ram through hard and fast.

Jake: Bus ride's over for now. We're gonna have to clear these zombies out on foot.

Smitty: Why not just ram through 'em?

Jake: Not enough space to pick up speed and we could get stuck if we try to ram through, even if we are fast. Trust me, I lost my favorite truck doing the same thing.

Ox: Okay, then. We can do this.

[Tour Bus door opens]

[Pitchfork hit]

Jake: We gotta keep following the Humvees.

Dusty: The military can't be too far now, I hope.

[gunfire]

The good news is the Army vehicles ahead look like they are pointing to a way forward, so there is a somewhat clear sense of direction. The bad news is they are about to meet their first Tank.

Just as they get cozy while going through the fancy, air-conditioned lobbies of the skyscrapers.

Jake: Oh, I forgot how much I loved cities.

Dusty: Ah, I can see why.

[Tank Growls]

Smitty: Hey, you guys hear that?!

Jake, Dusty and Ox: Shhhh!

[Tank Growls]

Ox: My God. What. Was that?

Jake: Sounds like it's coming from that intersection.

Smitty: Can we go around?

Dusty: No, the street behind us is blocked.

Jake: Then we're gonna have to fight it, whatever it is. Stay behind me.

[Tank Yells]

[Tank Theme plays]

Smitty: HOLY SHIT! Is that a zombie Hulk?!

Jake: Shoot it! SHOOT IT!

[gunfire]

Dusty: Eat fire!

[Tank Throws]

Dusty: Ah!

Ox: Jake! Is that a jar of the sticky stuff?! Use it!

Jake: Not for this! Not for this! We already have fire! Just keep shooting!

[Tank Punches]

Jake: Argh!

[Tank Punches]

[crash]

Smitty: I'm down bad! *terrified yell*

[Golden Knuckles hit]

[Tank Death]

Dusty: Can you get up?

Smitty: Maybe.

Dusty: I got you, just get back up now.

Smitty: Thanks.

Dusty: No problemo, dude.

Smitty: Gotta heal, hope I'm doing this right. Ahhh, I think I did.

Jake: Okay, it's pretty big and strong. Can punch us hard and far. Can tear off the ground and throw it at us. Can punch cars that will hurt us a lot. If we find another one, let's fight more carefully.

Smitty: Agreed.

However, the bad news does not stop there because of a Sitting Witch not too far from where the Tank was. Just as the survivors find a makeshift military outpost right in the middle of Times Square.

Jake: Hey, this is Times Square! Oh, no. I think this is a military outpost. Must've been attacked. No one's alive here.

Smitty: I knew it was too good to be true. So what the hell is our next move now?

Jake: Maybe we can find something useful there. Just gotta get the Tour Bus first.

[Witch Moans]

Dusty: Crying? What the?

Ox: Could be someone in need.

Jake: Could be some other special zombie.

Ox: Can a zombie even cry?

Jake: I don't know. Just be careful.

[Witch Moans]

Ox: Hello, ma'am, you okay?

[Witch Growls]

Smitty: Uh, Ox?

[Witch Yells]

Ox: Oh, SHIT!

Ox learns about the Witch the hard way.

Ox: Ah! I've gone down!

[Glock Pistol fire]

Ox: Help! Please help!

[Assault Shotgun fire]

[Witch Death]

Jake: You look bad, but I've seen worse in movies. Nothing that a First Aid Kit can't fix.

Ox: Thanks, bro.

Jake: I got ya.

[Tour of Death Horde Theme plays]

Smitty: I think I can hear a lot of 'em coming!

Ox: Ah. Remember Ox, Pain Pills don't last forever.

Jake: We've cleared enough! Everyone back to the bus!

[gunfire]

With a Random Horde closing in and a new place to find their bearings, the Midnight Riders run back to the Tour Bus first to fight it off and for safety since Ox is wounded. Once it is dealt with, they will drive to Times Square.

[Smoker Voice]

[Hunter Growls]

Ox: Coughing tongue guy is close!

Smitty: I can hear that hooded son of a bitch!

[Scout Rifle fire]

[Hunter Death]

Jake: My goodness and my fortress, my high tower and my deliverer, my shield and He in whom I trust.

[Scout Rifle fire]

[Smoker Death]

Jake: Yeah, I popped him!

Dusty: Damn! I didn't know you were so good at shooting, Jake!

[Golden Knuckles hit]

[gunfire stops]

[Pitchfork hit]

Ox: That could be all. Get in now, folks!

[Tour Bus door closes]

Dusty: Midnight Riders! Rock and pyrotechnics band, and zombie-slaying team!

We're safe... for now.