This is how Haroon was chosen for Zombie Survival. He committed an act of high treason. He never heard of the show in the underground facility—researchers didn’t have the luxury of television—so Haroon had no idea this could have possibly been his punishment. For six months, he waited in his cell for execution, but it never came. They were holding him there until the next season of the show.
Haroon is thankful they gave him a fighting chance. As long as he’s alive, there is still hope. It is also nice to be outside in the sunlight after so many years underground. Even if he is going to die, at least he’s able to see the sun again. He did have a sunroof in his lab for testing weapons, but it was only one square foot of light which just wasn’t the same as being out in the open.
And if she is really out here with him, everything will work out perfectly.
Laurence and Haroon go from building to building, searching for the components listed in the blueprint. Some of them aren’t easy to get, but most of them are obtainable at any grocery store. If only they can find one.
“You sure we’ll be able to build that thing?” Laurence asks.
“Positive.”
They move in the direction of the helicopter marked on their maps, picking up items as they go. Because they aren’t firing guns, the zombies aren’t as attracted to them as the other contestants.
“Back at the hotel,” Laurence begins, “you said that you wanted us all to go for a boat instead of the helicopter. That way we all could make it out alive.”
“Yeah,” Haroon says. “I still believe it’s possible. The Asian girl was right, most of the boats would not be useable, but I’m sure we could find at least one boat that would work. Hell, we could probably even make our own.”
“I like the way you think,” Laurence says. “There’s always another way. That’s what I’ve always said. Just because the Man says there’s only one way to survive, that doesn’t mean it’s the only way. Once we get this gun together, I say we collect Junko and whoever else we can, then head for the river.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Haroon says.
“It’s a plan and a half.”
All Haroon has to do is build this weapon and find her, and he knows the plan will succeed. Then they can all get out of there without having to kill each other.
Junko, Scavy, and Rainbow Cat race down a city street, trying to cover as much ground as possible. Unfortunately, there are too many zombies awake already for them to get very far. They go down one street and their path is blocked by a crowd of undead. They go around to another road and run into another crowd of zombies. They take so many detours that they seem to be getting farther away from their goal, rather than closer.
“We have to fight our way through them,” Scavy says. “This pussy running bullshit is getting us nowhere.”
The camera ball floating behind them makes beeping noises as if it agrees with Scavy, annoyed that they aren’t giving it any interesting footage. The camera’s operator, sitting safely behind a computer hundreds of miles away, must be bored out of his mind.
“Trust me,” Junko says. “We want to avoid a fight with them at all costs. Shooting them will only attract more. Melee fighting is only useful when you’re up against one of them at a time, not a crowd. We just need to keep moving, even if it’s in the wrong direction.”
“Bullshit!” Scavy says. “Those badass merc punks fought their way through crowds no problem.”
“You’re not a merc punk.”
Scavy shuts up at that comment. He really wishes he was a merc punk. They seem tough as fuck. He wishes he would have joined up with them rather than Junko and the hippy.
Once they run into yet another zombie mob blocking their path, Scavy says, “Fuck it,” and charges forward.
“What the hell are you doing!” Junko yells.
The camera ball quickly follows Scavy, as if excited the viewers will finally get to see some action.
“I’m sick of going around them,” he says, holding up his naginata spear like a lance. “I’m going straight through.”
He lets out a battle cry and all of the zombies turn their attention to him.
“Braains…” they moan as they stagger toward him.
“Get back here, you dumbfuck!” Junko yells.
Junko stomps her foot and glares over at Rainbow Cat. The hippy girl rolls her eyes. Junko groans loudly and then races after the idiot.
“The only good part about being put on this fucking show,” Scavy says, just as he reaches the first zombie, “is being able to kill shit.”
Then he swings the blade of his spear at the attacking corpse with all of his strength, the blade cuts through the zombie’s neck and decapitates it. The head flies over his shoulder and rolls down the street toward Rainbow Cat.
But the zombie continues its attack. Green sludge spews out of the corpse’s neck hole as it wraps its claws around Scavy’s shoulders. Even though it no longer has a head, it’s stump of a neck still tries to get at Scavy’s brain, as if desperately hoping that there might be a way to slurp the brain into its neck hole.
“Don’t let that green shit touch you!” Junko yells at Scavy. “It’s infectious.”
Scavy pushes away at the headless corpse with the shaft of his spear, as the green sauce geysers in his direction. Then two other zombies grab him by the elbow and neck, going for his brain. The punk thrashes around to prevent them from getting a good bite, but the thrashing causes the green sludge to get onto his clothes.
One of the zombies that has a hold of him is incredibly sloggy and melted. It has dozens of pennies, nickels, and quarters embedded into its flesh, as if it had been hibernating in a wishing fountain for the past few decades. When it opens its mouth to groan, several coins trickle out of its mouth like a slot machine. Scavy laughs at the sight. He wonders if the zombie had swallowed all of those coins in order to eat the brains of all of those tiny metal presidents.
As the coin zombie widens its jaws around Scavy’s ear, Junko smashes its face with the base of her chainsaw arm. Coins fly into the air as it tumbles away from the punk. Then she revs her chainsaw and severs the arms off of the headless zombie and kicks him away. Scavy shoves the third zombie off of him.
Eight more zombies come at them, and Junko charges forward. In a spinning motion, she ducks under their reaching arms and slashes their Achilles tendons. They drop. Before they can grab her from the ground, she runs at the other four. She jumps at one of them and decapitates it, then leaps at another and its head goes rolling. One at a time, she cuts off their heads. Once their heads are off, she goes for their ankles.
When she has incapacitated all of the undead, she turns to the others. “What are you waiting for? Come on!”
Scavy and Rainbow Cat stare at her with wide open mouths.
“That was fucking awesome!” Scavy says, squirming zombie bodies all around him.
“Let’s go,” she says, turning off her chainsaw. “The noise is going to attract ten times as many of those things.” Then she turns and runs.