Back for Blood: Zombie Apocalypse Part 2

Back for Blood: Zombie Apocalypse Part 2

Master of the Boot's Deadliest Warrior: Zombie Apocalypse Part 2

Disclaimer: I own no registered characters. Take it up with my non-existent lawyer.

Also this is very long, sixty-eight pages; so I split it in two

"I'm sorry" says the lady behind the front counter of the hotel, "You are Doctor, who?"
"No, no, no" says the weird gangly looking man with a big mop of brown hair. "I'm Doctor "Hoo"; like an owl" The British man in his strange tweed jacket and bowtie smiles in a boyish manner. "Yes, I like owls; owls are cool."
To the horror of the lady behind the front desk, Doctor "Hoo" begins to make strange hooting noises like an owl which are actually quite realistic.
The Doctor smiles, confident that he's put the TARDIS on stealth mode on the roof. As he forks over cash for the hotel room, he starts to make conversation with the weirded out concierge woman. "I'm here for the Deadliest Warrior convention, did you know that?"
The woman smiles and tries to be polite. "No sir, but a great many people have turned up for the convention."
In the main lobby of the hotel, there is a massive banner which reads. "Deadliest Warrior Fan Convention: Welcome Deadliest Fans." Already hundreds of people are piling into the hotel; some are wearing Deadliest Warrior T-shirts while others are cosplaying as their favourite warriors from the show's tenure. Many of them are excited because the hosts of the show are going to be turning up. The doors of the convention open up in just two hours in the Hotel's largest conference room.
Already, a crew of bellboys and staff are there serving the needs of the hotel guests. All these fans are thirsty and many of them need drinks. Waiters and waitresses run back and forth with plates of food and drink.
Near the bar, a shady looking man with an eye patch sits with a sullen look on his face. His whole manner is uneasy and tense. The one eyed man grabs a drink off of a busy waiter's tray without paying for it nor really caring what it is as long as it's good and strong.
Taking a sip from the glass of wine, Snake Plissken puts down the glass and keeps an eye out for his contact. Fresh from the chaos of New York City, Snake Plissken is a wanted man by nearly every law enforcement agency in the United States. Hence he's here at this hotel for one last job before settling down to a comfortable retirement in Ireland.
It's a very simple job. All that Plissken needs to do is deliver two kilograms of pure crystal meth to an interested party who will then fork over the cash to Plissken who will take his cut of the money and peace the fuck out of here. If anybody is suspicious of him, he'll just claim to be dressing up like a Green Beret; that'll satisfy these Spike TV nerds.
High above on the fifth floor of the hotel is a fat British atheist smoking on a cigarette. Like Plissken, Christopher Hitchens is also on the run from the law. Some weeks back he killed the pope in an epic sword duel and now he's here to establish an alibi.
The wry British writer and ninja exhales the last of the cigarette smoke and tosses his used butt into a disposal bin. It's not long before he encounters his old friend and fellow non-believer Richard Dawkins.
Christopher embraces his biologist friend warmly. "Cheers Richard; I trust you are in rude health."
Dawkins smiles back at his ninja companion. "I am in good health, thank you for asking Christopher. I recently finished a series of treatments for venereal disease after my latest porn shoot."
Hitchens nods and runs a hand across his mouth as if he's thirsty. "Indeed, well at least your latest demon hunt was successful. I think that now would be a most appropriate time to get a bit of scotch."
Dawkins agrees. "Of course, Chris; but let's hurry as I am in a bit of a rush."
In one of the hotel's stately dining rooms, a scantily clad woman with a couple of guns lounges lazily in a plush leather chair. She's smoking on a cigarette and sipping from a flask of her favourite vodka.
Rebecca "Revy" Change is here to pick up two kilos of the famous blue meth that sells for double the price of regular meth. For now though, she's fucking chilling and having a good time spending someone else's money. The transfer of money and drugs won't take place for another hour.
Several fan boys oogle at her with wide, longing eyes—because she's not wearing any underwear beneath those daisy duke shorts. She merely shoots those boys a threatening glance and they bolt like scared rabbits.
One man however doesn't seem to notice Revy's death glare and continues to innocently push forward a trolley containing tea and other refreshments.
The man is rather large and muscular; his hotel staff uniform can barely contain his buff form
Revy looks over the huge man with the tea and coffee cart. He's bald headed, shaven maybe; and he's got a very large handlebar moustache which looks like it was stolen from an old school strong man. His nametag reads, "Charles Bronson," and for some reason all the hotel staff seem to recoil from him when he gets near.
"Would you like a cup of tea, miss?" Charlie asks Revy innocently enough.
Revy looks at Charlie with amusement, "Hey pal, the nineteenth century called; they want their moustache back."
Charlie looks puzzled at Revy; he's not smart enough to really understand that he's been made fun of.
After a few minutes though, Revy sits up. "Gimme some fucking coffee."
Genially, Charlie pours Revy a cup of black brew and hands it to the lady. Revy sucks down the scalding hot coffee without so much as a flinch. They told her that she'd be forever retarded after the strike that killed most of Hotel Moscow's numbers but she showed those fucking doctors.
Sighing in relief at the pleasure of caffeine, Revy looks Charlie up and down. She smiles at him. "You got some awfully big guns, big boy."
At that, Charlie seems to stiffen. He holds out his arms in a boxing pose; his flexing muscles nearly ripping open the sleeves of his jacket and dress shirt.
"So what's a big moose like you doing in a shitty hotel like this?" she asks, taking another big gulp of coffee.
Charlie shrugs and plays it cool for the sexy lady. "Eh this? The Guv'nor gave me this job."
Revy raises an enquiring eyebrow. "The fucking governor?"
Charlie nods at her. "Yeah, Lenny Mclean; he's only Britain's greatest bareknuckle boxer." To make his point clear, Charlie blurts, "I know him."
Revy nods back. She has no idea who the fuck Lenny McLean is but she rolls with the punches. "So if you know the governor what the fuck are you doing working in this asshole of hotel?"
Charlie smiles and winks at the Chinese American woman. "Oh no, I'm only doing this part time. I'm only staying here until I make a name for myself."
"And how are you doing to do that?" Revy asks.
"I'm going to break the Batman," Charlie answers with a matter of fact tone.
"Well, good luck with that," Revy says as she finishes her caffeinated drink.
Up on the top floor of the magnificent hotel, legendary soldier Solid Snake has landed on the roof after being parachuted there. Checking to see that his equipment and weapons are in check, Snake gives the buttons and straps of his sneaking suit another check-up before contacting Otacon on his CODEC.

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Solid Snake: Otacon, I've successfully landed on the roof of the hotel.
Otacon: That's great, Snake. According to that tip we received Ocelot should be hiding somewhere on the seventh floor of the hotel.
Solid Snake: The Seventh Floor?
Otacon: That's right, Snake.
Snake: I don't know, Otacon. I know you said you checked this out but I've got a bad feeling. This just feels out of character given Ocelot's personal history.
Otacon: But Snake, this time we've caught him between schemes. We have him with his pants down and we have the chance to end all of this.
Snake: Sigh. I still have my doubts but the potential payoff is too great. I'll contact you if there's trouble.
Otacon: Over and out, Snake.
Cutting off the connection, Snake looks at the nearest air ventilation shaft. Grabbing a few miniature tools, Snake opens up the grill and with expert skill he slides into it. He'll take the ventilation shaft until he reaches an elevator shaft. From there he'll rappel down to the seventh floor and blow a hole in Ocelot's skull.
Snake is so intent on his mission that he never even sees a pair of glowing red eyes off in the shadows. The glowing eyes merely watch as the super soldier slides from sight.
The eyes blink once and then speak in a voice which nobody can hear. "The time is almost nigh. My grand plan will not be threatened."
The voice pauses once more before resuming. "It is as I have foreseen," the dark voice utters with a hint of satisfaction.
Down in the hotel's main floor, Revy has managed to convince Charlie to take a break from work for a quickie. Charlie knows a good broom closet that's perfect for having illicit sex in.
As Charlie walks with the sexy Revy, one of the bellboys pushes a huge cart full of luggage before spotting his co-worker. "Hey Charlie," the lad protests, "Your break isn't for another half hour. If the manager sees you—
The boy is cut off as Charlie's temper explodes. "SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!" he points at the boy and screams.
"I'm sorry, Charlie," the boy desperately pleads.
Charlie grabs the lad by the collar, much to Revy's amusement and pulls him in. "If you rat on me, I'll snap your fucking neck and stick your head up your arse!"
The boy babbles something and falls backwards as Charlie lets him go. Revy watches in amazement as Charlie grabs a big, heavy suitcase and starts to beat the young bellboy over the head with it.
Revy cheers Charlie on as he gives his co-worker a concussion. Meanwhile, one of the suitcases on the trolley starts to shake and move as if there's something inside of it. The shaking suitcase falls off the trolley, onto its side.
Charlie and Revy look on in amazement as the suitcase shakes up and down and screams come from inside of it. There's a man in there!
Suddenly, a long, sharp blade cuts through the fabric of the suitcase. From out of the ruined suitcase rolls a man unlike any other.
Gasping for air, Dante Alighieri stood straight up and burst free from the confines of his fabric prison.
With all honesty, Dante had no idea what had happened. All he knew was that he'd beaten Satan down in the lowest level of hell and had gone to purgatory. After that everything was a blur.
Flexing his fingers, Dante transformed the long blade strapped to his arm into the legendary scythe of death. Fully confident with the weapon in his hands, Dante looked over the two strangely dressed people before him; some kind of circus performer or brawler and a common whore.
"Okay, who the fuck are you?" asked Revy. This guy was one weird motherfucker. On his head he wore a crown of metal thorns over a mail head guard. He wore metal shoulder pauldrons but only his left arm was armoured. His right was bare except for a leather glove.
From his back hunt a crossbow and a giant poleaxe. In his hand was a giant scythe made from bone and most disturbing of all was the fact that the man had a giant fabric cross stitched to his bare chest.
Charlie looked at the mysterious stranger with medieval weaponry and politely asked, "Are you a knight, mate?" Charlie had forgotten all about the boy he'd beaten into unconsciousness.
Back in the hotel's lobby, the Doctor is happily mingling among the fans of the show Deadliest Warrior. Suddenly, he accidently bumps into a tall man wearing brown robes.
The Doctor spots the man and immediately breaks out into a bright smile. "Oh, you're a Jedi Knight, aren't you?"
The man under the hood glares daggers at the Doctor. Truthfully, Anakin is one hair away from slicing off the annoying British man's head and shitting all over his bowtie.
The Doctor immediately steps back, sensing the force user's ill intent. "I see—fallen Jedi. Well, I'll let you go about your business."
Anakin leaves the Doctor without another word. He's here to kill General Grievous. After Anakin killed the Separatist council, Grievous and his droid army fled to this planet to resupply and use as a beachhead to launch attacks into what is now Imperial territory. After Grievous is dead, Anakin shall kill Old Man Palpatine and claim the new title of Emperor for himself.
Meanwhile, General Grievous storms out of the men's washroom after killing the men's room attendant. They had the wrong kind of mouthwash; not that the General can use mouthwash anyway.
In the hallway, General Grievous runs into Robert Daly of the show Deadliest Warrior. "Hey," says Robert, "You're General Grievous."
Grievous has no patience for this. "Suck my durasteel balls," he growls and then storms off, stepping on Robert's toe in the process.
Grievous has left the washroom. Anakin is hunting for Grievous. Christopher Hitchens has a shower after Professor Dawkins is gone. Solid Snake is climbing down the elevator shaft. Revy and Bronson are making nookie in a closet. Plissken is worrying about getting caught and the Doctor is having fun with his fellow fans.
And all the while, a dark voice is ready to launch its most daring plan yet. "For too long have I been frustrated by inferior life forms. It is time to accelerate my plans, time to end these petty squabbles and seize my prize. It is time for me to destroy . . . the deadliest warriors!"

Zombie Apocalypse: Round 1

It is at that moment that all hell breaks loose and the demons of hell are allowed to break free on this Walpurgis Eve.
The sun begins to fall, night descending unnaturally fast.
The Doctor, once happy and jolly suddenly looks in horror as the sun drops like a wounded bird. Looking around, his superior brain just knows that something very awful is about to happen. "Oh no," he says as a darkness falls unlike any other.
In the elevator shaft, Solid Snake begins to shiver. The temperature has fallen but his sneaking suit isn't keeping him warm like it should. The agent can see his breath mist before him and when he tries to contact Otacon he gets nothing.
At the bar, Snake Plissken knows the shit is about to hit the fan and he pulls out his Ingram M-10 submachine gun. Several people scream and run away, but with what's happening outside the police are now Plissken's least concern.
Charlie and Revy step out of the broom closet with identical looks of unease and animal aggression on their faces. For some reason, Charlie is holding a dead chicken by the neck.
Christopher Hitchens felt that feeling of great evil but he's too busy taking a hot shower to care.
In the lobby, Anakin has spotted General Grievous and is too focused on the general to worry about the strange phenomenon of the day ending in a matter of minutes when there should have been a few hours more of sunlight.
Grievous sees that he's been spotted by Skywalker and grabs his lightsabres for a duel. People in the crowd scream and try to get out of the way as both the droid General and Anakin draw their lightsabres.
Acting fact, the Doctor uses his sonic screwdriver to activate the fire alarm. Instantly, loud bells start ringing and everybody starts running for the exits.
Panicked, Dante runs through the halls of the hotel. Hordes of panicked guests give the crusader a wide berth for his impressive weaponry.
He only wants to find Beatrice, but he's stuck in an unfamiliar place with no idea how he got there.
Suddenly, a hotel door opens up and a woman stumbles out as if drunk. Dante stops to avoid slamming into the woman. The woman groans and embraces him. Her body for some reason is incredibly cold.
But Dante's hackles don't rise until he sees that half of the woman's face is missing. His vision is filled with rotting teeth as the zombie luges for his throat.
Snake Plissken runs through the hotel with his gun raised. As he runs though, he sees that the hotel's doors are locked. Nobody can get in or out. This serves to further put Plissken on edge. Firing his gun over the crowd, people shriek with horror but his bullets have no effect on the glass doors. This is definitely wrong.
Then he hears screams of pain and sees that some of the people in the crowd are . . . are eating each other!
Plissken aims and fires a three round burst into one man's heart. The man doesn't fall. Instead, he turns around and looks at Plissken with a human heart in his mouth.
For a moment, Plissken's remaining eye widens; but then he steels his nerves a shoots the zombie in the head. The undead ghoul falls back with its brains splattered all over the glass door behind it.
In the elevator shaft, Snake has reached the seventh floor and is about to break into an adjoining ventilation shaft. As he does, Snake notices an envelope taped to the top of the elevator doors.
For a few moments, Snake's curiosity and his caution war with each other until his need to know wins; especially since his real name is written on the envelope in beautiful copperplate penmanship.
Hanging form his rappel line, Snake grabs the brown paper envelope and tears it open. Inside is a single card. Turning around, Snake reads the card; just a simple hallmark card. It reads, "Ocelot isn't here."
Snake is suddenly furious; he and his partner have been played.
Snake is forced to draw his SOCCOM pistol when he hears the sound of screams. The elevator doors open and suddenly a horde of zombies reach for him.
Firing his pistol into the brains of the zombies, there are still too many. He can feel their cold, grasping hands through his sneaking suit; which at least will protect him from the bites.
Luck is not on Snake's side, because one of the zombies grabs his line and pulls the safety line.
Snake screams as he falls and plunges into the dark elevator shaft just as the lights quit. Solid Snake falls and he rapidly disappears from sight. An ordinary man would be killed . . . an ordinary man.
Up in his hotel suite, Christopher Hitchen's hot shower is rudely interrupted when a swarm of zombies tear open his bathroom door and rip off the shower curtain.
The fat British ninja merely stands there, naked with a glass of scotch and a cigarette. It's the last mistake these zombies will ever make. With a single Hitch slap, the whole swarm of zombies are thrown backwards with skull and bone shattering force.
Hitch steps from the shower and kills the water. Reaching for a towel, he opens up the medicine cabinet and pulls out his ninja sword. Pulling the high grade steel from its sheath, Hitchens eyes the blade before going to grab the rest of his gear. It's zombie killing time.
In the main lobby, General Grievous and Anakin are duelling like two ancient gods battling for the fate of the universe.
The Doctor is stuck between them like a Charlie Chaplin routine. No matter how he moves, the Doctor is stuck between the two lightsabre fighters. It's like they're trying to deliberately gang up on him and strike him down.
The time traveller jumps and pivots between them, dodging lightsabre strikes, punches and kicks with more ease than one would expect from a man as geeky as him. Neither Anakin nor Grievous cares whether the Doctor is killed, just as long as they achieve their goals. If the Doctor hadn't triggered the fire alarm, many civilians would have been killed.
Anakin parried a strike from General Grievous's top left arm while dodging strikes from his other three arms. Grievous was stronger and very fast; Anakin had to modify his usual fighting style but by the way the General was being driven back by Anakin's relentless attacks he had a good feeling about this.
While the Doctor avoided both their strikes, Anakin taunted his foe. "What's the matter General, too kind and gentle to beat me?"
Grievous growled and threw a lightsabre into his prehensile foot, going for unconventional tactics. "Boy," his yellow eyes flashed, "I will cut you to pieces by inches!" Anakin frustrated his attacks, using the force to leap to safety.
Yet amidst their lightsabre duel, both combatants had forgotten about the Doctor. There was a whirring noise and Grievous cried out as one of his lightsabres burst into sparks as the blade died.
At the same time, Anakin took a foot to the face as the Doctor delivered a powerful kick at the Sith lord's head.
Anakin flew backwards from the Doctor's powerful strike but used the momentum to right himself.
Anakin looked at the Doctor with a look of pure fury.
The Doctor however just stared back like Droid generals and fallen Jedi were something he encountered all the time. "Now that I have your attention," said the Doctor in a mocking voice.
Anakin and Grievous both attacked the Doctor, but they'd never fought an enemy like Doctor Who before . . . or Doctor "Hoo" if you want to stick with that.
Anakin swung his lightsabre at the Doctor in the style of the krayt dragon, but the footwork was his own personal touch to the style.
The Doctor ducked under the blow and threw an elbow into Anakin's stomach. As the wind left Anakin's lungs, the Doctor shoved him back and stepped backwards to avoid two of Grievous's lighsabres.
The General spun his torso around like a lethal helicopter blade assembly, the Doctor ran up his legs and between the spinning arms like a monkey.
Grievous barely registered that the Doctor was on his shoulder before the Time Lord jammed his thumb into Grievous's eye.
Grievous warbled in pain as the Doctor jumped off, grabbing the disabled lightsabre from Grievous's metal grip.
With a zap of his sonic screwdriver, the Doctor reactivated the lightsabre and used it to fend off Anakin's attacks.
Grievous's eye was damaged. The Doctor had to have been very strong to damage the transparasteel lenses over Grievous's organic eyes.
Enraged at the theft of his lightsabre as well as his minor injury, Grievous charged at the Doctor, who then began to duel Anakin and Grievous at the same time. The fighters were so absorbed that they didn't even notice the zombie swarms approaching.
Revy and Bronson ran down the hallways of the hotel. Charlie was showing her to the emergency exit, but when they reached it they found it locked. And for some inexplicable reason, the door defied both Charlie's great strength and a gunshot from Revy's pistol.
Suddenly, they were distracted by a moan behind them. Walking towards them was a male zombie with its intestines hanging out.
Revy pulled out her custom made Beretta handguns; she drew a bead on the zombie's head. "Die, shit eater!" she shouted, but before she could kill it, Charles Bronson beat her to the punch.
"You CUNT!" he shouted at the bloody zombie. And before Revy knew it, Charlie cleared the distance between them and the zombie and punched it right in the face.
The zombie gave a pained groan and fell backwards, slamming into a small table full of flowers.
Not giving the ghoul a chance to get up, Charlie grabs the table and starts to beat the zombie over the head with it. Even when he smashes the zombie's head right open Charlie doesn't let up; he just used the zombie brains to paint a giant gory swastika on the wall.
Revy looks at Charlie, who's holding the back of his bald head with a bloody hand. Charlie's breathing heavily, a look of psychotic fury descended on him.
Revy just grins from ear to ear. "I am so fucking horny from watching that."
Charlie just clenches his bloody hand into a fist. "I'm gonna get some weapons, you slag." Revy likes a man who talks dirty.
Outside the hotel, Police have cordoned off the building. Hundreds of onlookers and reporters are here to find out what the hell is going on. It's now night-time and screams can be heard inside the hotel. Nobody can enter the hotel because a massive maze of thorns has grown up all over the lawn around the structure.
Since local law enforcement is way out of their league, SG: 1 have been called in as well as several other agencies and experts. A huge tent has been erected to house all these experts who are being called in to try and rescue any survivors.
Inside the tent, General Jack O'Neill stands at the head of a large folding table. Next to him is Fuhrer Bradley—who is looking grim indeed—as well as outlaw Landon Rickets, Garfield the Cat, Big Boss, Julius Caesar and Deadpool.
Deadpool is standing next to everybody with a giant sign that says "Future fighters/experts."
For the time General O'Neill ignores Deadpool and focuses on debriefing. "Okay people, what have we got?"
Answering this is Teal'c, O'Neill's best friend and right hand man. A member of the race of humans known as the Jaffa, Teal'c steps up to the white board.
"At approximately six hundred hours, the Hotel was cut off from all contact. No radio or other transmissions have been sent or received and an impregnable labyrinth of thorns has thrust up." The stoic Jaffa pauses, "preliminary reports indicate that zombies have taken over the Hotel."
At this everyone except Deadpool curses. Deadpool just goes, "Sweet! Oh, and Teal'c will be a future fighter."
Again, O'Neill ignores Deadpool. "Has anyone gone in?"
At this point, Teal'c gives up the floor to Alex Mercer, living biological weapon, all around bad mother fucker and loony. Mercer stands up, looking very much like Ezio Auditore's mental, meth addicted cousin. "Several police helicopters attempted to land on the roof but were taken down by swarms of zombie owls."
O'Neill can't believe what he just heard. "Zombie owls?"
"Indeed," Teal'c affirms.
Mercer continues. "A five man squad of Jem'Hadar were sent in half an hour ago as well as a team of Mandalorians but so far we've lost contact with them and they are all presumed dead."
"Whoa," Deadpool chuckles, "Check out Mr. Positive here. Hey buddy, don't be too cheerful."
Mercer grits his teeth as weird red tendrils spin around his form. "My name is Alex Mercer; I am an insane, homicidal terrorist killer and you will do best not to mock me or break the fourth wall near my presence."
"He's very touchy," Deadpool stage whispers to Fuhrer Bradley.
This causes Mercer to lose his temper. His right arm transforms into a giant blade with which he uses to attack Deadpool. Total chaos ensues as O'Neill and Teal'c try to break up the giant fight between the people who should be working together.
At that moment, Dante of Devil May Cry fame walks out of a nearby porta-toilet and sees the authorites fighting like jealous schoolgirls. Shrugging, he whips out his two big guns and starts joining the fight.

In the thorn Maze

The small squadron of Jem'Hadar are the best that the dominion has to offer. Though the size of the Dominion's army has decreased the quality of soldiers and the training they receive remains as strong as ever. The Jem'Hadar march fearlessly though the maze made of thorns that are sharp enough to rip a man's skin off.
They feel no fear for they are the Jem'Hadar; they are bred to feel no fear. For nearly twenty minutes they've been marching through the maze. Their electronic position finders are inoperative due to some unknown force so they leave a trail of bits of fabric from a pack of medical bandages.
Soon they encounter their first test. A massive wall of nearly two hundred zombies teams before them. The commander of the Jem'Hadar raises his fist and screams a command.
They open fire!
Quickly they find that their coagulation rays are useless against the undead. But their disrupters turned to the highest setting can tear apart the zombies at the molecular level. Zombie after zombie is vaporized by their weapons but there are too many for them to keep this up.
So instead they turn down the power of their disrupters and aim for the head. Like Olympic skeet shooters, they don't miss a single shot. Plus the narrow nature of the maze squeezes the zombies into a choke point.
The Jem'Hadar are shocked however when the thorns shift behind them and block off the way they came from. Their shock doesn't last long; it would impede their survival.
Thinking on his feet, the leader programs a sequence into a remote control. After a few minutes, he hits the "enter" button on the remote and over a dozen subspace mines detonate into the zombie horde, blasting them into smithereens.
All two hundred zombies have been eliminated save for twenty or forty crawlers. These crawlers are easily deal with using their combat knives as bayonets.
With the first hurdle completed, the Jem'Hadar push on.
In another part of the thorn maze, a squad of Mandalorians runs through. The thorns are too tough to cut even with vibro blades and they can't use their jet packs to fly because all flying things are brought down by the deadly zombie owls; whose numbers are great enough to utterly blot out the night sky.
The group is being chased by a large swarm of slow, ugly, hungry zombies. Their well-aimed blaster shots from Mandalore heavy repeater and their EE-3 blaster rifles take down many zombies. Yet for each zombie they will two more seem to appear. The zombies are literally bursting out of the ground.
A zombie sticks its head from the earth only to have its head burned to ashes by a blaster shot. Luckily the Mandalorians have brought enough ammo to keep this up all night and day.
The leader of the Mandalorians, a female of unknown species pulls out her razor sharp beskad. The large heavy blade goes through zombie necks like thin air. Stepping back, the Mandos reach for their atomic compression grenades.
They all throw their grenades at once and rely on their armour to protect them from radiation and concussive blast alike.
The zombies have no such protection and are burnt to a crisp. One zombie is reduced to a human shaped statue made of ash. A Mando kicks it, causing it to crumble.
Suddenly, the maze opens up with a creaking of thorns and forty new zombies pile out in their mindless quest for fresh, living meat.
The Mandalorians raise their weapons, for this is what they've been raised for. Before they can kill the zombies, someone else beats them to the punch.
A hail of large calibre machinegun fire rains down on the zombies. Just appeared from the depths of the treacherous maze is none other than Captain Picard.
Picard is using a tommy gun to blow away the zombies and he looks angry. Hell, the normally placid French captain looks like he could kill all these zombies with his bare hands.
Skilfully, Picard doesn't waste a bullet and soon all the zombie fall before him. With his tommy-gun warm in his hands, Picard lowers his weapon and greets the Mandalorians, for he knows a bit of their language. "Copaani gaan?"
It's Mandalorian for "need a hand?"
The Mandos just look at the Starfleet Captain with uncertainty. Then they decide that one more gun can't hurt, since he's got plenty for himself.
Picard smiles at his new allies. This is why he doesn't go to Earth much.
Snake Plissken runs down the halls of the hotel trying to find an exit but they're all blocked in some way or another. On the bright side, his Ingram sub machinegun with the silencer is perfect for killing zombies. The gun is easy to hold and aim thanks to the pistol bullets it fires and the silencer helps to avoid attracting more zombies than necessary.
Three zombies lunge at Plissken only to get lead for their meal; the hollow pointed bullets blast their brains to bits.
Plissken pauses to reload his gun but the number of zombies only seems to grow. As insurance he pulls out the ballistics knife that he's had with him since killing Rambo. Worst case scenario it could buy him enough time to stab a zombie in the eye or temple; or he could use it to shoot the bastards at a distance if he's out of ammo.
With nowhere else to go, Plissken runs for the elevator. A legless zombie tries to grab him but only gets its head stomped for good measure.
There is a ding noise and Plissken's heart nearly stops. He ran through zombie infested corridors but a little elevator bell startled the living daylights out of him.
Stepping back and raising his gun, Plissken fully expects to see an elevator full of zombies. Instead, what he gets is Solid Snake pointing a gun back at him.
The two snakes look at each other with intense looks. Each man has fought the odds and defied the highest powers in the land.
Several tense moments pass before they dare to speak. Snake Plissken goes first. "Solid Snake, I heard you were dead after that shit on the George Washington Bridge."
Solid Snake speaks. "S.D. Plissken, I heard you were dead after the shit in Los Angeles."
The men put down their guns but the tension remains. Plissken looks over Solid. "Were you bitten?" Snake looks like he's fallen down an elevator shaft but Plissken can't see any bite marks.
"What do you think?" Snake asks.
Plissken doesn't respond. "Do you know a way out?"
Back in the lobby, the Doctor, Anakin and Grievous continue with their battle, but now the zombies are closing in and this gives Grievous an advantage. He's too heavy for the zombies to shift and their teeth are useless against him.
Zombies aren't the only thing these lot have to worry about.
At that very moment, a giant Soviet tank bursts through the wall and aims its main gun at the zombie horde.
Anakin and his enemies leap out of the way as the tank's gunner fires. The zombies are blown to bits and in the smoke of burning zombies and wreckage, General Grievous makes a handy escape—the coward.
From out of the Russian tank comes a bizarre cartoon like character with a green face and a Russian military uniform. "Do you know how to say "owned" in Russian? Owned!" shouts the Mask with a fake Russian accent.
Jumping off of his tank, the Mask points at Anakin and says in more fake Russian. "You, Hayden Christensen guy; I kill Sith lords ten times your size!"
The Doctor cries out in relief at the sight of the Mask. "Oh god, some aid at last."
The Doctor runs up to the Mask and gives him a high five like it's a tag team match. "You're in the ring!" the Doctor shouts.
The Mask grins and transforms into a stereotypical wrestler. "Let's rumble!"
Anakin charges the Mask but the Mask merely pulls out a small horn that says "squeeze me gently"
Anakin tries to avoid the blast, but there is no escaping the killer horn.
It goes "AOOOOGGGGGGHHHHHAAA!" And Anakin is thrown back like a ton of bricks. He may have as well tried to take on a hurricane.
At that moment, the skylight is smashed open and in jumps Batman and Wolverine. The two costumed heroes land before Anakin, further throwing the young Sith Lord off balance.
Wolverine unsheathes his claws and rubs them together. "Hey bub, we heard about what you did at the Jedi temple." The Canadian mutant grinds his teeth. "After what you did ta the younglings I'm gonna take it out of your hide."
Batman says nothing. Instead, he pulls out a grappling tool which allows him to cross chasms.
Launching forward on the line, Batman uses his momentum to knock down a zombie or twenty.
The Mask joins the party by turning into a lookalike of Adam West Batman. "Come on, old chum," he says in a goofy voice, "Let's fuck shit up."
While Batman and the Mask are taking care of the zombies, Wolverine is scrapping it out with Anakin . . . adamantium vs. lightsabre.
Wolverine isn't force sensitive but he knows how to fight force sensitives and hide your moves from them. Anakin however is no ordinary Jedi. Shooting out his organic hand, he fires Sith lightning at Wolverine; whose claws act like lightning rods.
The feral mutant cries out in agony before Anakin gives him a solid kick in the nuts. He begins to choke Wolverine with the force choke but at that moment his concentration is broken by a remote control batarang.
Anakin is knocked backwards. Wolverine recovers quickly and tries to slice Skywalker's head in half. The dark Jedi's reflexes are still on par and Wolverine only manages to leave some claw marks on the left side of Anakin's face.
Calling on the power of the Dark Side, Anakin drives a fist into Wolverine's soft throat and thrusts his lightsabre into his chest.
The force warns him to move; hence Anakin avoids the hail of gunshots that are aimed at him.
Revy and Bronson have shown up for the party. The Doctor can only gasp in shock at the lose woman firing two guns into the zombie hordes maniacally. He ducks as Revy almost shoots him by accident.
"Yeah!" she shouts, "Fucking suck that zombies!"
Charlie is less creative in his insults but he's a lot more savage. "Come here, you CUNTS!" he shouts.
Charlie charges at the zombie swarm, gunning down two zombies with a double barrelled shotgun. Not stopping to reload, he grabs the hammer from his belt and brains a couple of the walking dead.
Reloading his shotgun, Charlie opens fire on the Mask and on Anakin because he really doesn't care.
The Mask merely sidesteps the gunshot while he's killing zombies dressed like a WWE wrestler. "Watch it, baldy!" the Mask shouts.
Bronson just snarls and shoots two more zombies. The worst part of it is that he's buck naked. He's not nothing on except for a crude weapon's belt; for a finishing touch he's covered from head to foot in cooking grease.
Solid Snake and Snake Plissken show up looking for an exit and get a full view of Charlie's rear nudity. Both men wince and Plissken is glad he has only one eye.
Putting away his shotgun into his belt, Bronson grabs a homemade spear and drives it through one zombie's head. The big man's body shakes in pain as a zombie gets through and bites him.
Charlie doesn't scream, he just grabs that zombie and breaks its neck. With his spear, he kills several more of them while Revy provides cover, who is now firing on them with her AK-47. Revy is having the time of her life; it's like the best, most fun video game ever. Charlie's shotgun joins the music of her lethal laughter and deadlier gunfire.
Anakin meanwhile is in a pickle. As powerful as he is, he can't fight Wolverine, Doctor Who, the Mask and the zombies at once. Factor in the Batman and it's time for him to beat a hasty retreat.
Before he can, Batman's ultra-Batclaw shoots out and grabs not only his lightsabre but his chest and arm. Though he ducks to avoid a deadly strike from Wolverine, he can't avoid a powerful martial arts punch from Batman.
Knocked off balance and winded, Anakin slices through the cords on the Batclaw and knocks everyone back with the force.
He spins around and knocks the Mask back just as he's about to kill the dark Jedi with a humongous croquet mallet.
Solid Snake is about to join them but Snake Plissken grabs his shoulder. "Hey" he warns his companion, "That's the Batman there. That asshole will arrest both of us."
Solid shakes his head. "Ah, I feel bad about leaving those guys."
Plissken is firm on the matter. "They can handle themselves. We've got to find an exit." And they both flee for fear of the Bat.
Bronson has broken away from Revy and is becoming increasingly insane. He's taking more and more zombie bites but he's only fighting harder and harder. He's out of ammo for his shotgun but he's using his hammer and spear to kill as many of the fuckers as he can.
Charlie is throwing himself into the zombie horde like Alexander Anderson fighting Alucard's familiars. He just keeps on screaming and ignores any damage he takes; even when a zombie bites his ear off he just bites it back and beats its skull in with his mighty fists.
Bleeding heavily and infected, Charlie manages to reach a special wall panel that the zombies were unintentionally guarding. He smashes the glass on the panel which reads "In case of zombies break glass."
As the glass breaks a loud klaxon rings out.
Charlie Bronson dies, but to his last breath he keeps on smashing in skulls and killing zombies with his hammer and fists. His face at the last moment, moustache covered in snot, spit and blood. Scalp torn nearly off and eyes bulging out of their sockets. His ugly, pockmarked and scarred face twisted into an expression of perfect hateful joy; a madman's grin.
Charlie Bronson cackles as he walks across a stage dressed in a three piece suit. Before him is a large, sympathetic audience of well to do people.
Charlie cackles maliciously as his face is revealed; he looks like he's gotten a crude makeup job to make him look like a zombie. "And that ladies and germs is how I died fighting the zombie horde." The audience awes in appreciation.
He stands ramrod straight and points at the crowd. "Zombie plan; I'll give you a fucking zombie plan! Good night ladies and gents, you've been fucking great!"
Charlie is treated to thunderous applause as the lights go quiet for the last time.

When Charlie broke the glass, he caused an enormous prison riot to be released as a countermeasure for zombies. Hundreds of murderous convicts come out of their containment cells with all manner of weapons. Soon the army of killer prisoners are fighting the zombies.
Anakin leaps to a second floor just as a fat ninja shoots at him with a tanegashima.
The ninja curses as his musket ball came close enough to rustle some of Anakin's hair. With an acrobatic leap, the ninja jumps nearly twenty feet and catches the big chandelier in the middle of the lobby.
Wolverine curses that Skywalker escaped, but he's genuinely puzzled by the appearance of a ninja. After his experiences with the Hand, he's not very trusting of ninjas.
Batman has his hands full. Between using his fighting skill to kill zombies and subdue the prison riot he feels like he's back in Arkham city. The Dark knight throws himself into a group of prisoners with tazers
Batman feints, using his cape to block the knives and then does a summersault over the tazer wielder. Powerful strikes and nimble grappling moves make short work of the miscreants. Though his heart is pounding in his chest and his lungs are on fire, Batman can barely think of the fight.
Bruce Wayne hardly even notices when a zombie prisoner behind him is gunned down by the musket wielding ninja; the large calibre lead ball turning brains into their constituent atoms. Already the great superhero's mind is working on ways to evacuate any remaining survivors and find out who is responsible for this zombie outbreak.
Wolverine has the same concerns as Batman but he doesn't let himself get worried. He just enjoys himself as he kills both prisoners, zombies and newly turned zombie prisoners.
Meanwhile, a newly risen zombie Bronson has gotten up and is raising hell. Unlike his fellow undead, zombie Bronson is actually attacking the other zombies and his groans of hunger sound suspiciously like the word "cunt."
The prisoners have put a substantial dent in the zombie swarm, but it was essentially a suicide match. The plan was for the prisoners to kill as many zombies as they could before turning into a smaller, more manageable group of zombies. There are very few human convicts left now; but the damage they did to the hotel's furniture, walls and paintings already numbers into the tens of millions in damage.
Up on his perch, Christopher Hitchens jumps off the chandelier and onto the second floor where he uses his tanegashima as a quarterstaff. The heavy wood and iron musket easily crushes zombie skulls while razor sharp metal "A's" fly from the ninja's left hand and stab zombies fatally in the eye sockets and temples.
The Doctor roars as he takes a large, antique hand mirror and drives the handle into a zombie's eye, killing the last of those undead bastards.
Breathing in deeply, the Doctor fixes up his mussed hair and looks over his companions. The Time Lord feels like he's stepped into a fanfiction of League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. He's got a caped superhero, an X-man, a ninja, a toon, a crazy lady and his little old self. This is becoming very cool indeed.
"Hello, greetings and salutations to all," the Doctor yells out as he gingerly steps over the zombie corpses. "Hello, I'm the Doctor and from the looks of things we all might need a bit of explanation."
Wolverine grunts and lights a cigar for himself. "Ain't no explanation needed, bub. We got zombies—we kill em and whoever made em."
The Mask spins like a tornado and transforms into a lookalike of John F. Kennedy. "Gentlemen," he imitates JFK's accent perfectly, "At times like these our ability to retaliate must be strong and overwhelming."
JF-Mask pulls out a giant machine gun and grins. "Do not ask for easy lives, but ask to be stronger men." He reverts back to his ordinary self and whispers at the readers, "But between you and me I'm sticking with the Doctor."
The Doctor holds his hands out in a friendly gesture. "Well I for one think that if we are to survive, our first order of business will be to learn each other's names." He then adds, "And I never tell anybody my real name so call yourself whatever you like."
"I'll go first," says the Doctor, "I'm the Doctor; I surf porn on the internet, I go to raves and I save the world—although not in that order."
Hitchens goes next, pulling down his ninja mask to reveal that he is not in fact Japanese. "I'm Christopher Hitchens and I was recently diagnosed with oesophageal cancer." His eyes are bright but there is darkness in them.
Wolverine shakes his head and exhales cigar smoke. "Real cheerful, bub. Well, my name's Logan but you bozos can call me Wolverine."
The Mask goes next. "Call me Stanley, call me Jane, just don't call me late for dinner or William Shatner." They decide not to press further because they could be at this all day.
Revy gives herself a charming introduction. "Name's Revy, bitches! If I'm out of ammo, I won't think twice about tripping you while the zombies are chasing us."
"Very nice, honest; quite refreshing," the Doctor mutters. The lady is a little like Ace, but older and crazier.
Batman is last. The Doctor tries to coax him to speak. "Go on, old chum; tell us about yourself.
All they get is a bat glare and silence from Batman.
The Doctor rubs his hands together. "Well, now that is done our other friend can come out of hiding."
Knowing that his cover is blown, Dante comes from out behind the pillar he was hiding at; trying to glean as much as he could from these strange warriors.
Dante doesn't have a mark on him; by himself he slew over a hundred zombies. Their chopped bodies now stand testament to his skill with his scythe. Yet somehow even the scythe of the Grim reaper could not cut through the doors of the hotel or provide him with a way out. He's as trapped as everyone else is.
As much as he doesn't like it, Dante sees that he must earn these warriors trust. "My name is Dante of the First Crusade in the holy land." The warrior explains. "I seek only my beloved Beatrice, whom I have fought the countless forces of the inferno to save."
The Doctor nods. "Ah, you're that Dante! I love your poem! I truly love it!"
Dante gives the Doctor a weird look. He has written no poetry. What's this guy talking about?
The Doctor puts a hand on Dante's shoulder. "Dante, I promise you that I will help you find your Beatrice. In return I would like to ask that you help us."
Dante nods and grips the shaft of his grisly weapon. "Of course, as a Christian it is my duty to annihilate the minions of Satan wherever they may be." Dante looks around as if he's actually expecting the Devil to show up.
In the shadows, the glowing red eyes half close with satisfaction. "The pawns have gathered and the lambs head off happily to slaughter. I find this . . . good."
The dark voice decides to fuck with these warriors.
The Doctor and his band of misfits are just about to set off when a demonic voice trumpets from everywhere and nowhere.

"Round one completed! Romero Zombies!"

The voice is horrible, breathy and otherworldly—the voice of a demon or a witch.
Everyone jumps and draws their weapons. Even Batman is visibly put on edge by the voice.
The voice speaks once more. "Bye bye, Bronson!" The announcement finishes with a string of ghoulish laughter.
The Doctor looks at everyone. "Alright, we're stuck in a hotel with no way out and heavily armed. I say that we head to the roof since that's where I've parked my—helicopter." He doesn't want to reveal that he's a time traveller just yet.
Revy grins. "Fuck yeah! Let's do it!" The rest of the men except for Batman raise a weapon in the air and give a rebel yell.
Out in the maze, the teams of Mandalorians and Jem'Hadar also heard the announcement by the demonic voice.
The Leader of the Mandalorians gives out a throaty war cry. Meanwhile the leader of the Jem'Hadar screams out. "Victory is life!" His troops return the cry and continue their march to life and victory.

Zombie Apocalypse: Round 2

Solid Snake and Snake Plissken trek through the halls of the hotel, which are unnervingly free of dead bodies. There's blood though; ooh boy, there's lots of blood here. Everywhere on the walls and floor there are bloody handprints where people were brutally slaughtered by monsters.
Normally specializing in solo sneaking missions, Snake nonetheless finds that his companion Plissken is stealthy enough to be considered an asset and not a liability.
Armed with his CQC knife and pistol, Snake's senses are wary. He and Plissken move in such a way as to cover the other's blind spot.
Zombies aren't exactly stealthy but men like Plissken and Solid are alive today because they expect the unexpected.
All of the elevators are inactive so the men are forced to take the stairs. The stairs are also fully of blood but no bodies. This does not bode well. Because during the zombie apocalypse, the only safe corpse is one with no head or destroyed brain.
Before they can reach the stairs, a man bursts out of his hotel suite grasping his hand. The man holds his bleeding hand and starts to choke.
Snake and Plissken stop. Taking a small risk, Snake notices the man is a priest and tries to ask him something important. "Father, are you alright?"
The Priest's choking and coughing are becoming more and more uncontrollable. Before their very eyes, the blood vessels in the priest's eyes have ruptured and his whole iris has turned red.
Snake asks one more time but Plissken can see that this human is a lost case. "Father, what happened to you?"
The Priest doesn't reply. Instead, his choking and gurgling noises turn into hissing and he charges Snake and Snake with flailing arms and a look of pure white hot rage on his face.
Taking a bead, Snake puts down the rage zombie before he can bite them. Both men briefly look at the dead rage zombie with a nervous look. That priest was fast; the rules of the game have changed.
A blood curdling scream reverberates down the hall, causing Snake and Plissken to realize that they need to get running; stealth is no longer a priority. They continue running towards the stairs just as a whole herd of rage zombies come exploding out of the end of the hall.
Unlike the Romero zombies form the last round, the rage zombies are as fast as Olympic sprinters and murderous to boot. Their clothes and faces are covered with pungent infected blood in various stages of drying off.
Plissken fires his submachine gun into the writing mass of murder. A few rage zombies at the front fall but the group keeps on charging.
The two outlaws run like the devil is after them, which he might as well be.
Snake and Plissken run into the stairwell, which once upon a time was white. Now everything is painted red with blood.
Before slamming the door shut, Plissken grabs a concussion grenade and tosses it at the rampaging rage zombies. He slams the door shut and screams at Solid Snake, "RUN!"
Though running is hard for both men since the concrete stairs are covered in slippery blood; a very fresh coating of blood too.
The concussion grenade is deadly in the confines of the hallway and the rage zombies are slain by the concussive blast. Their infected blood splatters everywhere and the door to the stairwell is blown in.
The concussive force knocks down the soldier and the criminal. They fall and land hard on the steps; their hands and feet slipping on the slick read coating.
Plissken wants to puke; the smell is so god awful. He's smelled blood before, but the rage virus in the blood makes it smell bad, rotten somehow. Solid Snake wants to puke just as bad but he hides it better than Plissken.
Though their ears are ringing, the two men communicate to each other with hand signals. There's no time to slow down; they have to be quick or be dead.
As their ears stop ringing, they men can hear something that makes even the son of Big Boss feel mortal terror.
There are screams, the scream of souls tormented by rage virus; their brains rotted by the virus and twisted into something less than an animal. There are hundreds of them, maybe more if the volume of the screams are anything to go by.
Immediately the two men get running as Plissken grabs another concussion grenade. Up they go.
The hotel is vast and General Grievous crawls up an elevator shaft like a bug. He doesn't fear the zombies and he'll never confess to being afraid of Anakin Skywalker.
As Grievous climbs up the elevator shaft, he can hear screams. Above him, an elevator door is open and warm blooded zombies with red eyes peer down at him with mindless fury.
The rage zombies do not interest General Grievous but he might have to reconsider that opinion as they start to fall down the bottomless elevator shaft to try and get at him.
He swats out his claws, crushing them as they fall past him. They writhe as they plunge down the dark elevator shaft; twisting in the all-consuming darkness. They don't even understand why they're falling; they just need to kill something.
Several rage zombies manage to grab onto Grievous's long cape. He growls for he knows that the miserable vermin will get fluids on it.
Distracted, he almost doesn't notice several rage zombies fall and grab onto his angular metal frame. The creatures flail and roar, trying to make him fall in their lack of self-preservation.
Grievous shakes the attackers off like fleas but more come to replace them. When he gets to the top of that elevator, he'll show these fools what a ligthsabre can do.
Anakin Skywalker, once known as the chosen one is having a ball. If anything, the lightsabre is the perfect weapon to fight rage zombies with. The weapon cauterizes all wounds; a plus when even a single drop of infected blood can convert a person into a rage zombie in a matter of seconds.
The frictionless blade of his lightsabre slices off heads and cuts through three rage zombies in a single sweep. The shrieking creatures keep coming and coming but Anakin just keeps hacking at them with his lightsabre.
Suddenly, one of the rage zombies vomits blood in Anakin's direction. Scooting sideways, Anakin decapitates the offender while using a backwards kick to knock down another zombie that tried to sneak up on him.
Anakin taps into the dark side, feeding not only off his anger but off the anger of these creatures. Unlike these creatures he controls his anger; he feeds off of it and not the other way around.
On the third floor of the Hotel, the doctor and his companions have reached a vast indoor garden with a huge window that normally allows vast amounts of sunlight in. The indoor garden looks like nothing more than the Garden of Eden.
Outside, the sky is dark and appears to be blocked by unnatural looking clouds.
The group enters cautiously. All the staircases and elevators have been blocked and they lack the means to approach them. The Doctor and Batman lead the way, allowing the group to take advantage of the Doctor's superhuman senses as well as
Wolverine is frustrated with the situation. "So much damn fear and blood I can't hardly smell a thing." It's simple sensory overload; the olfactory equivalent of staring into a flashlight.
Batman scans the surroundings with his cowl vision. Instantly, this mode of vision allows him to see through walls and other objects.
The Dark Knight gives a quick overview of the situation. "There are approximately seventy infected hidden in that grove of trees."
Revy chuckles and lights up a smoke. "Anything else, bats?" She pulls out her mini Uzi for some close quarters carnage.
Batman replies without a pause. "There are thirty more zombies behind us."
The Doctor acts like a happy child on his birthday. "An encirclement! That's fantastic."
At that moment, the lights in the garden flicker back on and soothing music starts to play on the speakers. The zombies scream and they gang has only seconds to fight. Revy grits her teeth and makes a cry. "Come and get it, zombies!"
"Amen to that," says Hitchens, who pulls out his kusari-gama. The combination sickle and ball and chain will allow him to keep distance from the rage zombies.
As the zombies start to run through the dense foliage of the garden, the Doctor bends down and licks a puddle of blood. Wolverine puts a claw to the Doctor's throat but the Doctor laughs him back. "Whoa, Wolverine, my good man; I am immune."
Logan is still on edge as the Doctor delivers an analysis. "It's rage virus but it's been modified to infect non-human species." He quickly turns to Wolverine, "you're immune though, trust me."
At that moment, the zombies burst into the open. Unlike regular zombies, rage zombies don't have any appetite; they are simply trying to kill whatever isn't a rage zombie. So that trick in Dawn of the Dead remake where they send the dog into the street—forget about it.
The sound of guns is foreign to Dante. In hell the furnaces and forges of the inferno were loud but he's surprised that these weapons can make so much noise. The Crusader watches in amazement as Revy with her Uzi picks off foes seemingly with nothing but the sound of thunder.
Wolverine reaches behind his back and pulls out the Bren light machinegun strapped there. "I'm slicing you fuckers," the mutant hisses before pulling the trigger.
While the gun wielders handle the front wave, Dante, Hitchens, the Mask and the Doctor handle the rear attack.
To everyone's surprise, the mask pulls out a giant wardrobe from his pocket which sprouts large teeth and begins to eat the angry zombies like candy.
The Batman dives into the miniature grove of trees, using his grappling hook to leap from tree branches and rafters alike. Batman sprays a load of explosive foam on the ground and grapples to the ceiling just as the zombies encircle him. One of them steps on the foam, detonating the lethal dose of explosive. The concussive blast scrambles their internal organs and kills them.
Batman then drops from the rafters and catches one zombie in a glide kick
Hitchens crushes skulls with the one pound metal ball on his weapon while using the sickle part to hamstring enemies; thus avoiding getting any blood on them.
The Doctor attacks zombies with his bare hands, killing them with high level moves from Venusian Aikido. "Don't get the blood on you!" he screams as he uses pressure point strikes to give a rage zombie an instantly fatal heart attack.
Dante smiles at that. He's got just the spell.
Pulling out Beatrice's cross, Dante shouts a prayer. Suddenly, two masses of light bunch around his back like the wings of an angel. Several stray bullets from Revy hit him but the spell protects Dante.
Dante throws himself headfirst into the zombies. His scythe swings out with impeccable skill, stretching out like an elastic to reach enemies far off. The rage zombies are cut down by Dante like grass. Their blood flies everywhere but the protective spell just throws it all back.
Dante jumps in the air and he starts to hover there like a hummingbird. He cries and shouts as he cuts down the zombies from above.
Hitchens doesn't believe in God but he admires the Christian's killing technique as he throws an elbow and catches a rage zombie in the throat, cutting off its chilling scream.
Revy is just cackling like a mad woman. Nobody, not even Dante is fighting as hard as she is. She reloads with the speed of a magician; her guns are hot from the sheer amount of bullets fired but she doesn't stop, especially when a hundred more rage zombies pile into the garden and trample all the beautiful flowers.
Revy just keeps shooting, it's like she's pissing brass casings. She shows no fear; she no longer remembers how to feel it. Fear is for the enemy . . . fear and bullets.
Even when the zombies are only five feet from her, she stands her ground and keeps firing with her assault rifle and Uzi.
There her luck ends. The bullets kill the rage zombies but they cover Revy with a fine mist of blood. Some of that blood mist gets into a tiny cut on her knuckles.
Dante's protective spell has finished and how he fires cross shaped bolts at the zombies which kill them instantly. In his opinion, the cross is a lot more civilized than any gun.
Only one rage zombie is left. The thing flails and shrieks and runs for the Mask . . . only to have an anvil fall on it.
The Mask smiles like the goof he is. "Zombies, gets em every time." He then pulls out a cow bell and starts ringing it while he laughs. "Ha-ha-HA!"
Revy laughs and pops the last spend magazine from her guns. "Yeah! YEAH!" she shouts. The violence has made her so horny. She could just jump Dante right now.
Hitchens's sharp ninja eye however spots the wound on Revy's hand and the blood around it. "It that your blood?" he asks.
Revy is about to reply but for some reason she feels angry. She tries to form words but her tongue is tied.
Suddenly, she gasps and feels a lightning bolt of pain run through her. The vessels in her eyes are rupturing.
Hitchens pulls out his sword but Revy cries out. "No! I'll do it myself!"
She starts to groan and makes several uncontrollable shrieks, but before she can fully turn, she takes her custom Cutlass Beretta and puts it to her own head.
Her face forms an insane grin as tears of blood run down her face and her hand shakes. She says nothing as she blows her own brains out, she just laughs once. She died like she lived, on her own terms.
Her dead corpse has barely hit the ground when the demonic announcer cuts off any chance for mourning.
"Round two completed! Rage Zombies!"
Dante cries up so that the voice can hear him. "Know this, spawn of Lucifer. I will slaughter you when we meet!"
The demonic announcer cackles and ignores Dante's threat

"Revy is burning in hell and the Jem'Hadar have taken two losses." Even creepier, the voice starts to sing ten little monkeys.

"Ten little monkeys jumping on the bed, one fell down and now he's DEAD! AH-HA!"

The ninja Hitchens is only slightly irritated at the voice; he is a hardened critic and ninja after all. "You can go to hell, you bloody prick," he mutters as he starts to munch on an energy bar from his pocket.
Wolverine looks at Hitchens. "You can eat at a time like this, bub?"
Hitchens gives Wolverine his trademark sarcasm, "Forgive me, I skipped breakfast." His ninja instincts tell him that Revy won't be the last person killed. "
The Doctor looks around. "Well, Batman is nowhere to be seen. Probably run off to find an antidote or something." He looks at his remaining companions, "He'll be fine. We should keep moving."
The Mask compliments the Doctor on his performance, transforming into a stoner kid. "Oh man, awesome, like, use of the skills Doc."
The Doctor bows, "Thank you Stanley." His old eyes then grow hard and cold as death. "Now, let's go kick some ass.
In the maze, the Jem'Hadar can see the front gate of the hotel. Two of their number have fallen. They became infected with the rage virus. While the Doctor and Wolverine may be immune, they are not.
The infected Jem'Hadar were killed by the unit commander. It was his right and his right alone. It was all going so well, with their disrupters they were killing rage zombies left right and center. Then two of them got spots of blood in their eyes.
The Jem'Hadar commander is almost quivering with rage. He has no idea who is behind this or why it's happening but his men's deaths will not be in vain.
He says no words of requiem for the Jem'Hadar do not believe in an afterlife. He merely takes the tubes of the drug ketracel white from the dead and distributes them among the living.
Shifting to make themselves invisible, the Jem'Hadar stealthily enter the hotel. With their numbers reduced, they are ready to take revenge.
Back at the temporary headquarters for the authorities, Jack O'Neill is running out of options. They had sent several aircraft into the Hotel Zone but those had all been downed by zombie owls.
One SWAT team they sent in had been totally decimated by rage zombies and if what he heard was true there were several other deadly zombie species in the maze.
O'Neill had gathered several infiltration experts including Jack from Bioshock, Kim Possible, George Washington and Big Boss but the higher ups had forbidden him from sending anybody else into the Hotel de Zombies.
Notable scientist Gordon Freeman is working hard to break the communication silence but no luck thus far. At this point it looks like anybody left alive in that hotel is on their own.
Batman swoops through the halls of the hotel, moving without a sound. His boots are lighter than any combat boot available to anybody else and they are spring loaded, allowing him to move his kicks much faster.
Yet Batman is worried. This hotel is legally owned by Bruce Wayne and there is a mini bat cave in this place with everything that Batman would need to fight a horde of zombies. Unfortunately for him that mini bat cave has been trashed.
There are no coincidences. Batman knows that all these warriors being here isn't a coincidence. Whoever is behind this zombie attack is smart, methodical and above all patient. Also this mysterious party has considerable resources.
There is a secret stash of equipment in the bell tower of this hotel. Batman soon reaches the Hotel bell tower. Suddenly however, a stray Romero zombie lunges out at Batman. The Dark Knight dispatches the lone zombie without thinking, snapping its neck. The zombie lands flat and hits a folding table.
High in the bell tower, Anakin Skywalker turns as he hears the sound of a breaking table even from up here. He's being followed even as he follows General Grievous. Anakin quickly increases his pace up the rickety wooden stairs using powerful force leaps.
Solid Snake and Plissken have abandoned the main stairwell and are moving through the employee elevator. Both men are bone weary and low on ammo. Luckily for them, Plissken had a cache of spare ammo in his hotel room.
Snake kicks open the door of the employee's only stairwell. He sweeps the hall with his SOCCOM while Plissken follows with his Ingram's machine gun.
To neither man's pleasure, they see that the door to Plissken's room is already open. Both men enter but are highly wary, not only for guns but for potentially human enemies.
They enter the room. The lights to the hotel turned on some time ago but they don't reveal anything pretty. The lights flicker then they reveal several corpses lying around Snake's room.
Neither man wastes a moment, Snake goes up to each corpse and knifes them in the brain with his blade. Plissken meanwhile opens up his oversized hockey bag. Inside however is not hockey gear. From within he pulls out a box of ammo and throws it to Snake who happily reloads his pistol with it.
Plissken rummages around the hockey bag, grabbing a few more grenades but he can't seem to find . . . ah, bingo!
Snake looks at Plissken as the other pulls out a PKM machine gun, a Soviet manufactured platoon level machine gun designed to clear out large areas of men. It sure can't hurt to have it around but Solid Snake doesn't fully trust the eye patch wearing man. He never takes his eyes off Plissken.
Plissken shares Solid Snake's mistrust but at least from what he's seen, Solid Snake is a reliable guy.
Anakin has reached the top of the bell tower and he wants to make sure that the Batman isn't following him any longer. Igniting his lightsabre, Anakin throws the weapon and it sails through the air under the power of the force.
The lightsabre boomerangs through the air, cutting off the hinges holding up one of the three ton brass bells before returning to Anakin.
The bell clangs and creaks in protest as it falls down the tall bell tower, smashing the wooden steps and crashing into the bottom floor of the bell tower. Nobody else can enter through the ground level entrance.
Midway up the tower, Batman holds his body fast against the stone walls. He can't use the wood steps, but as Batman he's the master of vertical surfaces. Even yet, it was a close call; he nearly got crushed by that falling bell.
Using his grappling line, Batman swoops into the upper levels of the bell tower to unknowingly face off Anakin.
Back in the maze, the Mandalorians can see the front gate of the hotel. They don't like it however when the maze walls shift and close behind them. It makes them feel like they're being herded. Captain Picard has been lost in the maze and nobody knows if he's alive or dead.
Either way, the Mandalorians have confidence not only in their armour but in their skills and bravery. They don't think about what's going to happen to them, they only think about what they're going to do to their enemies.
Their confidence, their armour and even their very souls are about to be tested.
At first it's just one zombie. The Mandalorians use their jet packs to crash through the front doors of the Hotel. Inside they find hundreds of dead zombies, some of which are wearing prison uniforms for some reason. A single zombie is alive, a fat zombie.
The leader Mando cuts the zombie's head off without much trouble. Suddenly, the doors and exits are blocked by walls of fire and the Mandalorians raise their weapons and form a defensive circle. Through the flames come zombies. Their arms are charcoaled but their faces are intact and most sickeningly of all their screams are screams of pain as the flames eternally scorch their bodies.
The flaming zombies fall back under a hail of blaster fire. Looking for superior vantage point, they activate their jet packs and fly up to the second floor balcony.
The Mandalorians scan the area with their guns but from out behind a curtain comes a zombie wielding a chainsaw. The chainsaw cuts through the lead Mando's gun and throws her backwards.
The white eyed zombie howls with rage and swings his screaming chainsaw down on the armoured fighter.
The chainsaw however is cut in half by the leader's beskad while the rest of the squad blows away the assailant.
They don't get a long rest because from out of the once popular restaurant come a horde—no—a platoon of zombies armed with assault rifles.
These grotesque zombies are wearing futuristic versions of German Stahlhelms and haven no shirts. Each one of them has at least one arm mutated into a powerfully built tentacle. As they fire their weapons and charge, the Mandalorians hear them shout. "You! Die!"
The Mandalorians fire back but one zombie scores a lucky shot as an armour piercing bullet hits the t shaped visor. One Mando goes down with a bullet to the brain.
The leader throws a grenade and screams but there are many more; these Doom zombies don't go down easily. They are strong, agile and utterly single minded as any Romero zombie.
The Mandalorians have superior armour but the zombies have superior weapons. Broadcasting a message over their helmet coms, the leader calls for a charge.
At this, all the Mandalorians pull out their beskads and charge. Bullets ping off their armour in bright displays of sparks. One of the Mandos goes down when a bullet hits him in a weak point in his armour.
As strong as the zombies are, they are hacked to pieces by the heavy beskar blades. The curved beskad is perfect for cutting and the Mandalorians are too skilled to let themselves be beaten back in combat. Unlike the zombies, Mandos learn from their mistakes.
High up in the hotel, the Doctor and his gang have encountered a band of Doom zombies; zombies created by evil spirits from hell. Unlike the Zombie commandos, the zombie soldiers are more tactical minded. They behave more like real soldiers than zombies. They use cover and squad tactics to gun down their enemies.
The Doctor takes the front, using his sonic screwdriver to disable their guns. He cries out in pain as a bullet hits his shoulder and then his other shoulder, but the pain only increases his determination. With enough zombies having inoperative guns, he shouts for a charge. "Come on!" he screams.
Wolverine reacts, tossing a flash bang grenade for cover. With the zombies stunned, they barely notice it when the one with the minigun is shit in the eye with Hitchens's tanegashima. Dante provides cover for Hitchens while he reloads his musket. The man is more accurate with that smooth bore gun than anybody has a right to be . . . then again he is a ninja.
It turns out that Dante's holy cross and Scythe are perfect for dealing with these hell monkeys. The spells from Beatrice's cross wither them like leaves in fall.
Hitchens fires a second time with his musket, killing a zombie with a functioning gun. He motions for Dante to move forward. The Crusader needs no further encouragement.
Dante charges into the mass of seemingly endless doom zombies Under the Doctor's skilled use of a sonic screwdriver, nearly all of these zombies have useless guns and they don't even get to scratch Dante.
From behind Hitchens, a chainsaw zombie explodes through the wall. The beast raises its chainsaw, but is no match for skilful swordplay for Hitchens. Before the three pieces of the Hell Knight can fall to the floor, three commando zombies charge through the hole.
One of them lunges for Christopher with its tentacle, but that limb is cut off with a sword. Hitchens leaps overtop of one of the commandos and hamstrings it before beheading it.
One of them is carrying a giant axe in its hand and it swings down with the weapon, hoping to bisect Hitchens. The fat ninja nimbly dodges the attack and kicks the handle of the axe, hitting the zombie right in the groin.
The creature groans and falls over. Before it can get up, three razor sharp metal A's hit in the forehead and eyes and kill it.
The last commando catches Hitchens by the neck with its tentacle but even like this the ninja is fast on his feet. He throws out the ball end of his kusari-gama. The heavy metal object hits the zombie in the face and drives a piece of bone into its brain. The tentacle is cut in half by Christopher with the sickle end.
Then he dramatically swings around the metal ball until it has enough force to crush the commando zombie's skull.
The Doctor suddenly decides, "Fuck it!" and he grabs what looks like a cookie. "Get down, fuckers!" he shouts in a most un-Doctor like way.
All human fighters duck for cover as the doctor throws the cookie bomb into the midst of the zombies.
Luckily the Doctor was able to aim the explosion like a claymore mine. A massive wall of energy is released that tears through zombies and walls like it's nothing, even a massive Cyberdemon is blasted to atoms before it can even join the fight.
The Doctor waits for thirty seconds but he can't hear a thing. Looking up, he sees that his jammy dodger bomb has blasted right through several floors.
Well, he may have killed a few people but at least they have several clear floors now.
Wolverine stands up and takes off his drywall covered mask. "Alright bub, who the hell are you?"
The Doctor just smiles. "I'm the oncoming storm, now let's move people! We have a train to catch."
The Dark voice is pleased . . . to a point. Things are going well but the casualties are not as high as expected. "My plans continue, but for ultimate victory to be mine I need to . . . tighten the screws."
So far, Revy and Bronson are dead. The Jem'Hadar lost two men in the last match but none in this one; their superior weapons set to vaporize against the Doom zombies.
Two Mandalorians are dead and they plan to avenge their dead. One of them became possessed by a hell spirit and had to be put down while another had its neck broken by a tentacle.
Batman is trapped in the bell tower with Anakin and General Grievous is almost at the roof where his spaceship will take him away.
Yet things are only about to become more difficult now and a thousand times more deadly.
The demonic announcer gives a sharp, breathy announcement.
Round Three! Doom Zombies! Two dead in the Mandalorians. You will all burn in hell! Nya-hahahah!"

Zombie Apocalypse: Round Four

Up in the bell tower, Batman ignores the dark voice. Using his cowl vision, he sees that he is alone except for one enemy. Seeing that enemy, Batman can see a lightsabre illuminated in red.
Suddenly, Anakin calls to Batman. "I know you're there, Batman. I can feel you."
In the rafters of the bell tower, Batman sits hunched like a gargoyle. He knows he's been found but this is merely a feint, a way to play into Skywalker's overconfidence and newfound rage.
For the Batman, this is the moment he lives for; facing down a heavily armed and nearly unstoppable foe and besting them.
Anakin may be the chosen one but Batman is the silent hunter; using precision and skill to take down his foes when and where he chooses.
"Are you here to stop me, Batman?" Anakin taunts the dark knight. "Or are you just here to watch innocent people die?"
He's trying to get at the Batman mentally, for the Sith are master liars and deceivers. The Sith in the days of the old Republic wore their hatred openly. They were evil, but honest and pure.
Anakin is heir to the new Sith legacy. These new Sith smile at you. They are your best friend, your husband or even the Chancellor of the republic. While they promise the moon behind their backs they hold a lightsabre. They will only cackle openly about your death when you are all alone and there are no witnesses—then your throat is cut and that is that.
Batman moves through the rafters, using his cowl vision to keep track of Anakin in the dark and gloomy bell tower interior. He has a plan to defeat the Sith; it will be no different than defeating any of the Rogues in his enemies gallery.
"Emperor Palpatine admires you greatly, Batman," Anakin taunts, walking easily across the wooden floor silently as a mouse. "In his wisdom the Emperor has made a point of finding out your darkest secrets, your deepest fears."
Anakin closes his eyes briefly and when he opens them, his eyes are a sickly shade of yellow. He's at one with the power of the dark side. "I know who you are . . . Bruce Wayne."
He can almost feel Batman's shock.
Back in the main hotel, the Doctor and his companions are nearing the top floor. The Doctor leads the group. As they march, Dante poses a question to Wolverine. "I see you are a mighty warrior. Did you fight in the holy land?"
"Ain't nothing holy about it, bub?" Wolverine gruffly replies.
The gang stop in their tracks as suddenly a green figure with long mechanical limbs coming off his short body leaps on the Doctor.
The Doctor cries out as a mechanical PAK leg stabs him in the leg.
Those who have guns raise them and those who don't raise their weapons but the Doctor calls for them to stop.
Pinning down the Doctor is none other than Invader Zim. Time has not been kind to Zim, his flesh is rotting and his eyes have turned an unhealthy pink. But the zombie Invader is in high spirits. "Bua-hahahahah! Inferior Time Lord; did you think that you could defeat ZIM!"
Wolverine points his machine gun at Zim. "Who's this clown."
"Can I shoot him already? The match on my musket is burning down," Hitchens gently and acerbically reminds everyone.
Zim however ignores everyone, thinking that foolishly he's got the upper hand. "You pathetic Time Lord thingy, Doctor; no one can defeat ZIM . . . NO ONE!"
The Doctor was slightly remorseful when he killed Zim the first time but now he's just pissed off. "Oh shut up!" he yells at Zim and he barely even hesitates when the Mask hands him literally a Sears and Roebuck chainsaw on a silver platter.
Using his sonic screwdriver to fire up the chainsaw, Zim's rant is cut off in mid-sentence as the Doctor cuts off his head with a chainsaw. The saw roars and shreds necrotic Irken flesh; the powerful two stroke engine barely even registers Zim's spine.
Deprived of his head, Zim's zombie body goes limp and the Doctor frees himself.
Zim's head however is still ranting and raving. "FOOL!" he shouts, "You think you've won but ZIM has you where he wants you."
The Doctor bends down and picks up Zim's head, which tries to bite him. "Zim, for once in your life will you SHUT UP!"
This quiets Zim down right before he starts screaming for GIR. GIR is actually in a triple XXX theatre two blocks down from the Hotel watching strippers; he can't help Zim.
"Zim," says the Doctor, "You are a failure at everything you try. My advice to you is to deflate your ego and fuck off."
With that, he kicks Zim's severed head like soccer down the hallway, where it then rolls down the stairs.
Suddenly, Wolverine's hyper keen senses pick up the sound of many thousands of wings. His keener nose gets a whiff of something which he only encountered once in his life but it still scares him shitless.
"Great shitting weasels!" Wolverine cries out in distress, "Zombies owls! Look lively, people!"
"What?" says the Doctor; channelling David Tennant. Right then, a thousand, thousand zombie owls explode through the windows of the hotel and start pouring in through the ventilation system.
Snake and Plissken are running for their lives, hundreds of rotting zombies owls are upon them. Plissken tries to keep them at bay with his platoon machine gun but there are too many.
Out of ammo for his SOCCOM pistol, Snake resorts to knifing the owls and shooting them with his sniper rifle. It's a great show of his marksmanship but is definitely not the most efficient way to destroy a horde of killer owls.
A thousand undead hoots reach both men's ears and frankly it scares them.
Both of the men are distracted by a ding! They turn around and see a light. The elevator is working again!
This could be their only chance to escape. The two former Special Forces operatives make a mad dash for it.
Plissken's luck however has run out. From out of the swarm, one owl shots forward and gores out his remaining eye. He screams and breaks the wings of the feathered villain but five more take its place. Their sharp beaks and claws slash open his major arteries, split his skin and tear muscle.
Plissken screams but the owls swarm him. They tear him apart like army ants killing a grasshopper.
Solid Snake knows there's nothing he can do to help his companion, but that doesn't stop him from feeling like a coward when the elevator doors jump in and hits the button for the top floor.
A few dozen owls manage to sneak into the elevator with Snake and they don't take it easy on him. They hoot and attack the hero but for the most part his sneaking suit helps to protect him.
His knife flies out with skill far beyond the ken of most men, slicing owls in half
One lucky owl though gets a shot in at Snake, ripping out his eye with its cruel beak.
Snake cries out in pain and stabs the owl through the head.
Snake leans against the back of the elevator as he tries to stop the bleeding. His eyeball is still hanging off of the optic nerve and dangles on his cheek.
Gritting his teeth, Snake quickly slices off his damaged eye, wracking his body with spasms of pain greater than anything he's felt before.
But Solid Snake has lost more than an eye; he's now been infected with the zombie virus. All he can do now is hope that the virus doesn't infect humans, only birds.
If he were that lucky.
Back with the Doctor's gang, Doctor Who is defending himself using his sonic screwdriver. He nimbly spins the screwdriver at deadly velocity between his fingers. The spinning metal tube crushes the skulls of the undead owls and they pile up around his feet. It's very reminiscent of when Ocelot in Metal Gear Solid 3 used his spinning revolvers to kill a swarm of hornets.
Hitchens slashes and chops with his ninjato; cutting the owls to pieces before they can get near him. He even uses a Hitch slap to kill a thousand of them, but a thousand more come in to take their places.
The owls pile on and on to Hitchens even as he slices the owls apart. Their gooey zombie blood and guts gumming up his sword for their sheer numbers. When the sword blade grows dull from the sheer number of kills, he uses his kusari-gama and the last of his killer A's but it's not enough.
The owls swarm around him. They land on him and start to cover him up like a great feathery cocoon. Hitchens fights it for as long as he can but more and more owls land on top of him until he can't even be seen. Soon even his struggles under the blanket of zombie owls can't be seen.
Without warning, the zombie owls fly away, revealing nothing at all where Christopher Hitchens was, not even a blood stain.
Dante fights the owls with the lust storm and magic attacks that have as wide a sweep as possible. The owls fly at Dante but their delicate bodies are easily shredded by the lightning and hard winds of lust. The only downside is that Dante feels the spell sucking the life out of him.
Even so, the crusader's will is strong. He shouts prayers to God and banishes more zombie owls to the hell from which they came.
Wolverine has gone completely berserk. He's used up all his ammo and grenades; he's just wildly slashing at the owls with nothing but his regenerative powers to save him from the endless beaks and slaws.
His adamantium claws are coated in feathers but he doesn't give a shit. At one point an owl lands on his shoulder and he bites its head off.
The sheer number of owls attacking wolverine rips his uniform to shreds until he's nearly naked but the Canadian mutant never stops. He lets out a long, dreadful howl that could strike fear even into the hearts of the zombies and renews his attacks.
Wolverine likes it this way; his power versus their numbers. It's a wonderful game to see who can outlast who. He knows that he's going to win.
The dark voice reviews options. It would be nice for everyone to be dead now, but the voice is not that blindly optimistic.
The red eyes blink and the voice speaks. "There have been casualties . . . but not enough. It is time now to play my trump card."
Lamentably, Zim jumped the gun, but Zim was only cannon fodder anyway.
With the last of the owls slain, the demonic announcer crows out the latest casualties like a rooster crowing for the rising sun.
"Round Four! Zombie owls! All the Jem'Hadar have been eliminated! Christopher Hitchens and SD Bob "Snake" Plissken have all bought the farm. Better surrender now and spare yourselves the pain!"
Mocking laughter punctuates the chilling announcement.
In the hotel garden where the gang fought the rage zombies, the Jem'Hadar all lie dead. Their bones are picked clean by the efficient action of the zombie owls. They were tough but they didn't have what it took.
The Mandalorians escaped casualties but they know that they may not survive. So they decide "to hell with it!" They're going to go out in style and kill as many zombies as they can.
Though their armour is bloodied and stained with owl shit, their weapons are hot and they're ready to strike.

Zombie Apocalypse: Round Five

We are now halfway through this match :D I'll upload part three of this very soon :D This whole simulation is sixty eight pages long--It's the hardest thing I wrote to date. But it's worth it ;)