Zombie Waltz
Face... The Final Frontier

We tore into the streets, smashing street lights and knocking over old ladies crossing the street. Crushing parked cars by throwing them into moving cars. We created enough havoc to even give Tokyo Reconstruction Crews a run for their money. After having utterly decimated anything that may be vaguely mistaken as orderly, we ran into the last face I’d ever want to see.

“Hello, boys. You clowns ready to go down to Chinatown?”

I smirked at him, “It’s on like Ramadan.”

Stone smirked. “Let’s do this like Buddhists.”

He drew two SMGs and open fired on us. I charged him while Stone circled back. I charged him, and we locked grips, his squeeze was powerful enough to match mine. He twisted my left arm and threw me down hard, I kicked at his head in retaliation, and Stone chose that moment to attack. He took him from behind (not literally) and I struck at him as he was holding me down. We both managed to do enough damage to get him to pull back. “You’re pretty tough, to handle a pair of master zombies.”

He smiled, “Thanks, you’re nothin’ but rotting flesh, so I have an edge.”

He pulled out a pair of handguns and began to rain fire down onto me. I got up hastily, and Stone charged him in a rush of blurring limbs and bullets whizzing through the air. He drew a military knife and lunged at GI Joe. GI Joe drew a machete and slashed the knife out of Stone’s hand, and the blade whizzed to the wall and vibrated with a clichéd thrum on the wood. Stone threw a pair of punches sideways, one to the face and one to the gut. GI Joe ducked, rolled, and slashed at the bone on the arm. Stone’s arm crunched rather painfully. He flung his arm high, to avoid having his arm sliced completely off. Stone drew a handgun and leveled it to Joe’s face. “It was a fun battle, Joe. But all good things must come to an end.” He pumped a pair of rounds into the GI’s head, whose neck snapped back, and he dropped like a ragdoll. “Hook, line, and sinker.”

I couldn’t believe it, we finally managed to clear ourselves of any worry from re-death. We can finally sleep easy. IT WAS OVER!

And then the axe removed Stone’s head from his neck. Then they doused him with gasoline and set him on fire. I was freaking out, until they axed my head, too. I felt the first third of my head was off, and I blanked.

The End

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Well, that's the story, from start to finish. I'm glad to get finished. I created an art piece to suit the story, in his medium powered form. Thanks guys.