Mr. T looks down at the crushed metal between his legs. He doesn’t feel a thing. Although the body of the T-2000 is equipped with fully functioning sexual organs, they did not come with the ability to feel pain. Mr. T laughs at her.
As he laughs, Mr. T doesn’t see the attack coming. Nemesis opens her mouth, dislocating her jaw like a snake, stretching it so wide that she can fit the cyborg’s head between her lips like a lollipop. She goes to bite into his skull, but Mr. T dodges. Her teeth catch the strip of hair on his head. She takes a chunk out of his mohawk.
When she spits the clump of hair out of her mouth, Mr. T’s forehead wrinkles with anger. She has just fucked up Mr. T’s mohawk. Nobody fucks with Mr. T’s mohawk.
“You shouldn’t have done that,” says the T-2000, feeling the hole in his mohawk. “Now you’ve really gone and made Mr. T mad.”
She goes to punch him through the skull, but he punches back at her. Their fists collide. Nemesis’ hand pops, bursting into a soupy mess, on impact with Mr. T’s robot fist. His knuckles break all the way through her arm, then punches her in the face. She rolls off of him.
Mr. T gets to his feet and roars. He grabs her bony spine and tosses her high into the air. Before she lands, Mr. T punches her back up into the air, over the zombie crowd. Then he charges after her and punches her again, across the parking lot, through a light pole.
When Mr. T catches up to her again, he grabs her around the neck and picks her up off the ground.
He says, “I pity the fool who messes with the T-2000!”
Then he smashes her face into the street. Her skull explodes. Reptilian brains splash across the pavement. The rest of her body flops down into the gore, twitching, coiling up like a snake with its head cut off.
Mr. T collapses on the ground next to her, the virus taking over his nervous system, sparks shooting out of his abdomen. He lets out a big sigh, as rain pours down on his face.
In the distance, he sees the clouds opening up and a bit of sunshine coming through. A rainbow arches across the sky.
“You know…” he says to Nemesis’ corpse. “Mr. T never did like the rain. The cold winds, the gray skies. Too depressing. But rainbows…” He squints his eyes at the rainbow. “Mr. T likes rainbows.”
He smiles at the sky as his metal hands drop to the side of his golden robot body.
Dr. Chan’s eyes can’t leave the monitor as he sees Specimen #5’s brains splattered across the pavement.
“Invincible, huh?” Wayne says, then he laughs.
Dr. Chan straightens his tie and stands up. Then he leaves the room.
Scavy blasts his way into the waiting room to find Junko and Rainbow Cat fighting in the middle of a circle of zombies.
Rainbow slashes twice at Junko, but the Japanese girl dodges. Then the hippy roundhouse kicks her in the face. Junko staggers back.
“Junko!” Scavy says.
The Japanese woman looks back at him.
“Kick her ass!” he yells, pumping his fist.
Rainbow Cat runs at Junko with the machete while her attention is turned. As the machete lowers down toward her head, Junko drop-kicks the hippy, sending her flying back into the zombie crowd.
“Wait!” Rainbow cries, as the zombies grab her by the arms.
The living corpses bite down into Rainbow’s flesh. She shrieks.
“You can’t,” she screams. “No!”
Junko grabs the gnome and runs toward Scavy, leaving the hippy completely unprotected. The zombies close in on her.
“You fucking bitch!” Rainbow screams, as muscles peel out of her skin between zombie teeth.
Junko gets to Scavy, bringing him into the circle of protection. He grabs her up into his arms.
“That was awesome,” he says.
Junko pushes him away.
“Don’t touch me,” she says. “I’m infected.”
Scavy steps away.
“Now,” she says, “we need to get you to the helicopter. Let’s go.”
They take off down the hallway.
As the zombies sink their teeth into her flesh, Rainbow Cat fights back. She elbows them in the face, chops off their arms, and thrashes out of their grips.
After she gets free, she slashes her way through their bodies until she breaks out of the crowd and runs down a hallway. She grabs a floating camera ball and charges down the corridor.
“It’s not over yet,” she says. “I can still do it. I can still make the world love Charles Hudson again.”
Junko and Scavy exit the hospital, out into the pouring rain. They see the helicopter on the other side of the parking lot and run toward it.
“Come on!” Junko yells at Scavy as he limps too far behind. “We’re almost there!”
Scavy picks up the pace.
As the zombies separate out of their way, Gogo emerges from the crowd.
“Brains!” Gogo shrieks.
She pukes green vomit at them. It sprays across the barrier protected by the gnome, and splashes Scavy in the face.
Scavy cries out and falls to the ground. The vomit burns through his neck and cheek, melting into his bloodstream. He can taste it in his mouth. Junko doesn’t see it happen. She keeps moving with the lawn gnome in her hands. As Scavy’s legs leave the barrier, zombies grab him by the feet.
Junko stops when she hears his screams. She turns back to see Gogo biting into the backs of his knees, tearing into the nervous tissue. Other zombies try to get a bite, but Gogo pushes them back.
“Mine!” Gogo says. Then she gorges on Scavy’s flesh, savoring every nerve ending against the tip of her tongue, too gluttonous to share with the other zombies.
Popcorn breaks through the crowd and kicks Gogo away from him.
“What the fuck, Gogo!” she yells.
She blocks all other zombies as Scavy crawls back into the circle, falling into Junko’s lap as she bends down to him. At the edge of the circle, Popcorn punches Gogo until her conscience comes back. Gogo sees Scavy lying there with bloody legs, the flesh on his face and neck burning red.
“I’m sorry…” Gogo says to Scavy.
Scavy doesn’t even look at her. She looks over at Popcorn.
“I didn’t mean to…” she says to Popcorn.
Then Gogo runs away, out of the crowd, toward the hospital.
Popcorn looks at Scavy as if it’s her fault. She wants to hold him, make him feel better, but the noise filling her head when she gets too close to the perimeter of the circle is too much for her to bear. It’s like thousands of needles stabbing her in the brain.
Junko holds Scavy in her arms, looking down on his burnt face. With all the rain pouring down on them, Scavy doesn’t notice the tears rolling out of her eyes.
“So does Laurence get the seat on the helicopter now?” Scavy asks.
Junko scans the parking lot until she sees Mr. T, smashing his way through the horde. When she gets a look into his empty white eyes, she can tell he is no longer among the living.
“No,” she tells Scavy, shaking her head. “He’s infected, too.”
Scavy looks over at the T-2000. The cyborg zombie smashes everything that moves, rumbling the earth beneath his feet.
“Fuck…” Scavy says. “Zombie Mr. T…”
Then he looks up at Junko. “So now what?”
Junko looks back at the helicopter. Then looks around to make sure none of the camera balls are close enough to hear.
“Plan B,” she says. “One of us will still get to that helicopter. We’ll get back to the island of Neo New York. Then unleash the virus on those fat cats in the Platinum Quadrant, starting with that motherfucker Wayne Rizla.”