[VashTheStampede]

Ok, Homework done, now it's time for Dylflon to use his lightbulb.

Chapter 3 Part 2: The Lightbulb of Salvation!

Vampyr, being attacked by the senile old man, was taken aback and falls to the floor. The Germanator knocks the man off and shoots and arrow into his head. The group of five rest, wondering what the heck just happened.

"What the heck was that?" said Vampyr, still shaken.

"I don't know, but let's hope the rest of the city is not like that." said The Germanator.

A hand grabbed Mecha Dragon around the neck and began to choke him. Mecha Dragon pulled out his Alucard Sword and stabbed backwards into the enemy, but it wouldn't release it's grip.

"What the?! A zombie?!" said The Germanator in horror at the being that held onto Mecha Dragon.

Dylflon grabbed a knife and sliced off the hands that had their grip on Mecha Dragon's neck, barely cutting Mecha Dragon. Mecha rubbed his neck in pain, and sent his sword downward onto the zombie's body and slashed it into half. But, the monstrosity continued to move. A beam of energy illuminated from Vampyr's postiron rifle and struck the zombie's undead body, burning it completely. The group of five felt relieved yet, shaken by the experience...they were unable to hold off one zombie..what if the city was filled with them?..would they be doomed?..

were some of the thoughts racing through their heads. But a sudden stampede of footsteps horded towards them. They had been surrounded by the townspeople, the Citizens of Death. The CoD (Citizens of Death) leapt at the group, continuing to get filled with lead and wood and steel, but would not give up. The Zombies were almost unable to die. Mecha Dragon continued to slash at them with his sword, but they just crawled towards him faster. He pulled out his whip and struck them with it. The whip caused the CoD to be turned into dust. Mecha Dragon cracked his whip at all the CoD he could, but he could not stop them all with his whip. Vampyr, who ran out of Positronic energy, pulled out his Portable Lamp. Dylflon saw that there was no bulb in Vampyr's portable lamp. Throwing his bulb to Vampyr, Dylflon fell to the floor and was covered by the zombies, almost getting bitten to death. But, Hero2, who used his .45 Colt Custom to strike those surround Dylflon into a stunned state, and then grabbed, Dylflon, and released a canister of flesh corroding gas, making sure to get everyone else away from there. The Gas killed many of the CoD, but more and more continued to surface. Vampyr placed the bulb into his portable lamp and turned it on, causing light to illuminate all over the city of the South. The CoD, suddenly transformed, into humans, breathing heavily and shaken by the scene of their loved ones dead in front of them. The now-human townspeople tried to escape from the city, but a line of pitch black spikes impaled every single one of the townspeople, killing them instantly. The five turned their heads to the being who caused their death, a figure clad in black armor...

"Those foolish slaves....I'm glad you freed them...they were beginning to annoy me.."

to be continued..

is it just me or do I always type about hordes? o_O