~The Anchors, Chapter 2: The Battle of Elm Street~

Nick was bleeding. It was bad.
"We have to amputate it!" Steven screamed.
"You can't just amputate someone's head!" Joseph yelled in response.
It was over. They had to shoot him.
Just kidding. That part comes later in the story. Let's back up.

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The sky was black. Thunder shook the earth and lightning lit up the sky behind the massive buildings. In the distance, silhouetted figures flung out of the windows of these sky scrapers. Rain was pouring, just like the zombies. Dallas, the ninth largest city in the United States of America, was zombie ruined. The hoard in front of them was intimidating. The zombie survival guide taught them that zombies can run up to two times as fast as a normal human being, because they don't feel the pain in their chest or the heavy lungs that humans feel when they run. These zombies were running that fast towards them. Nick quickly called the group into a huddle.
      "Strategy, anyone?"
Joseph replied with, "I think if we-"
      "We need to go into the nearest building, clear out an elevator to take us to one of the higher levels, build a bridge to the next building and do the same thing from one building to the next." Alex spit out.
Everyone went hectic. Nick pulled the group back together. "Let me handel this. Alex, that idea was just the worst."
       "We should, like, get all our awesome stuff out and just go all swaggy on them and fight them like we have energy from, like, a carmel mochiotto we just had!"
                          Ryan.
         Joseph raised his hand and started spouting out a battle plan when he looked up and heard a hardy: "Whoooo!!!" and saw Steven Stupid Stilwell charging out to face the zombies.
        "He plays way too many video games." Tray said.

Nick turned toward a sound at the bus to see Minte tossing the group weapons. Nick looked back and forth. Justice has throwing knives and a rifle on his back. Steven is chopping off heads right and left. Avery runs into the crowd with an AK. Steven hops piggy back style onto the shoulders of a zombie while ripping of the head with a serrated knife. Thomas slides baseball style under the legs of a fat undead woman and stabs her in the back. Jack stands at a distance lighting up the hoard with an automatic. Steven pulls a shotgun from who knows where and blows up the head of a nice looking undead man in a suite and bowtie. Charlton body slams a small undead child and stuff flies out of her mouth that I won't even begin to describe. Steven now has two automatic weapons of some sort blowing the forehead of a hideous undead accountant looking man to pieces. Cole is swinging around a mace in a circle of undead band junkies. And then the unthinkable moment happens.
         Nick watches in slow motion as Nick Campell riding his rocket unicycle loaded with machine guns runs into the glorious Jared Leto and time speeds back up again and all he sees are the blood red eyes that used to be that ocean blue of the lead singer of a now zombie band roll down the street to his feet.
Alex takes his cyborg arm that he built and literally shoots a bazooka into the play field.
Minte tosses Joseph two revolvers, Nick a katana, and grabs for himself a pair wolverine knuckles. Razor sharp iron that can tear a brick to shreads was waiting for some undead loser.
          Together, the three of them run into the battle field. Joseph watches amazed at the slicing that Nick does with that sword. Slice to the left, spins, sword over head, brings down into the face of an undead. So far, to his suprise, Joseph has not heard even one cry of a bitten Anchor. He is staring at the battle scene when to his surprise, a high level impact come on the back of his knees which cause him to fall forward. He looks up and a zombie flies right over him from behind.
        "I gotchu." Minte says.
A few shots from Joseph's revolvers brings down three zombies. He still occasionally hears the "Whooo!"'s from Steven. And sometimes a, "Mother Teresa!!!"
        While Minte is striking zombies down right and left, he feels something roll up against his foot. He looks down and sees it.
A vanilla bean frapachinno.
         "Ryan!" Minte yells. He looks around frantically. Joseph, Nick, and Justice join in the shouting. They don't see him anywhere. They hear something to their left and look down Elm Street. A twelve passenger van is hauling straight toward them with Taylor Swift blaring and a kid in the driver's seat yelling, "I have no idea what I'm doing!!!" And runs over about 17 zombies right then.
                           Ryan.
          The street that was previously a jam packed crowd of undead was now just a few standing ones and lots of heads rolling around and bodies stacked on top of eachother. Steven was still at work slicing off the legs and catching their heads with his knife on their fall to the ground. Joseph noticed just how much unique and individual skill each person on this crazy zombie killer team had. He was sure that this was going to be a nice family from now... on.