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hm this seems like a peace ful intersection but i when i was about to decide where to go zombies attack. i did what i could but it was too much so i ran in a random direction.

Jad angled his gunblade and unleashed a hail of shots at the undead horrors. another one fell down, ridden with the bullets from the cannon. Jad's jetpack continued to hold him in the air, protecting him from retaliation.

"I can't kill any more here. moving out!" Jad blasted down the road to the east. maybe the graveyard was their source...

I raise my two guns and start to shoot, getting 2 in the head with one shot, their heads exploding with a bang in two big and bloody fireworks.

I heard one coming up to me from the side. I slide the barrel of my revolver into my arm, and, not even turning my head, I shot. The bullet misses the chin by a centimeter, leaving a big gaping hole in the neck and lodging itself in the spine, effectively disabling the zombie, and it crumples to the ground, unmoving.

I see the ones in front of me coming too close for comfort, so I dart back, shooting. 5 fall to well placed bullets.

I hear one coming up from behind me, and I jump straight up, doing a flip. I land on it's head, digging the sharp blades that serves as my high heels into it's forehead, right into the zombie's brain. I kick back, pushing me away from the zombie and sending blood flying.

I hit the ground with a roll. I flee to the east, not stopping to see if there are any zombies left.

Erah notices the zombies and ducks behind a tree, pulling out her gear. . .

. . .

After all is said and done, she heads back eastward, to the cemetery.

It smelled like garbage, but the intersection held no evidence of trash. It was clean; with the occasional green leaves falling off a tree, or a pine cone. She picks one up in boredom, and plays with it with her left arm.

She didn't get the G.I. Joe, though, why did he leave her a weapon and some bullets? What Artemis didn't know was that she was about to find out. . . .

Artemis tossed the pine cone up in the air, failing an attempt at catching the object. Her eyes followed the trail the pine cone rolled off to, and a few yards away, just in clear sight, green fleshed creatures hoarded the upcoming area.

Artemis took out her pistol in fear; limping to where the hoard of zombies gathered around a rotting corpse. The spectacle was enough to make Artemis vomit, but she knew very well that vomiting behind the bushes would give them the opportunity to strike.

She noisily takes a few bullets from her leather messenger bag and fumbles to get the gun loaded as quickly as possible. She puts in one last bullet, and accidentally pulls the trigger, sending the shot hurtling toward the blue skies.

"Great, great, great..." Artemis curses incoherently as the zombies notice the disturbance; blood dribbling from their gaping mouths, flesh hanging on their tongues. Their eyes - if they had one - looked at Artemis's direction, and they gurgled at the sight of fresh nourishment.

She just wasted the opportunity to strike without getting noticed, what's left was to just kill them off... and hope, just hope, that she survives the attack unscathed.

She aims at each head, shooting with adept accuracy, as the horde approached her passive figure. Artemis would stand her ground, and shoot... just shoot.

Artemis hit a female zombie straight on the brain, watching as the corpse knelt clumsily on the ground, blood pouring out from where she shot. Artemis killed another, inching back a few steps as the horde advanced.

Artemis had killed thirteen monsters already, just as there was one left. She aims coolly at the head, ready to pull the trigger at any moment.

One... two... three.

Clang.

She was out of bullets.

"Shoot!" She spots a dead zombie, fleshless hands clutching an old machete.

"That would do," Artemis dashes off on that direction, pulling the wedge from its late owner. A green hand had stuck; she threw the blasted limb away with utter revulsion. Advancing on the remaining zombie, she swished the rusty old blade, hitting the flesh on its left arm. Blood spurted from the orifice, and the creature gurgled. The zombie clawed at her hand, and Artemis screamed in agony. She hits the creature again, now on the neck, watching as the head flew away like a golf ball. Blood stained her clothes, as the headless zombie sprinkled more blood yet again.

Artemis walks away, throwing the useless gun by a bush, catching her breath with a clutch of a chest.

So those are zombies. . . .

Without a doubt, Artemis was shaken with fear, she was also completely lost in the middle of an intersection, dead creatures bleeding and immobile on her wake.

Trusting her instincts, and her newly-found machete, she proceeds to the road down East.

19: "Taste my steel you undead monsters."

"Okay sharky. I think thats the last of them."

19 heads east.

I walk into the intersection. "Oh man, whoever was here last sure left a mess." I said as I looked at tons of zombie bodies laying on the ground. "Hmmm only one was hit with something other then a gun." I go up north knowing that there should be several zombies ahead since its headed towards the graveyard.