the world at the moment. They’re more interested in their own well-being. The only thing they care to use it for is as a mere toy on this vile television show.”
“So we can use this to get safely to the helicopter?” Rainbow asks. “And even if we don’t get to the helicopter, we can still use it to get out of the Red Zone, can’t we?”
“The T-2000 isn’t sure how long the power supply will last,” says Mr. T. “If it’s solar powered then it will last all the way to the coast, but that’s doubtful. It’ll likely only last for a few days. Maybe less.”
“Knowing Wayne,” Junko says. “It will likely be less.”
“So if this thing protected that girl from the undead…” Rainbow asks, looking back at the mound of corpses attacking Wendy’s body. “Then what killed her?”
Wendy had made it a third of the way to the evacuation zone. Mobs of zombies followed her, surrounded her, but they could not touch her. She believed her faith in Jesus was protecting her, but the power that held the zombies back was really a device hidden inside her lawn gnome.
Then Wendy came across a pack of mechjaws. They growled at her from a distance. When the girl saw these hellhounds, snarling and gnashing their teeth at her, she did not fear.
“Have faith,” her mother’s voice said in her head. “And Jesus will protect you.”
Wendy had faith. She marched forward, directly toward the mechjaws. Then the Gatling gun on one of their backs whirred in a circle. Bullets sprayed into her body. She looked down at the holes in her chest, blood dribbling down her blue dress. Then she fell back into a pool of her own blood.
As she lay dying, she looked up at the clouds. Tears drained from her eyes.
“I’m sorry, mother,” she said to the sky. “My faith wasn’t strong enough.”
The mechjaws growled at her from the distance.
Her last words were, “My faith was
“Her body was riddled with bullet holes,” says Mr. T. “I think those cyborg zombie dogs got to her.”
“We have to be careful,” Junko says. “This thing might protect us from the zombies, but it doesn’t protect us from the mechjaws.”
Mr. T grunts in agreement. “And we should watch our backs. A pack of those things might still be in the area.”
The other three nod their heads at the cyborg.
Mr. T gives them a thumbs up.
Then he gets run over by a truck.
The SUV-sized zombie smart-car plows through the zombie horde, slams into Mr. T, taking his body across the field with it. The lawn gnome flies out of Mr. T’s hands, soaring through the air alongside severed zombie body parts. It lands several yards away, on the other side of the mob.
Junko, Scavy, and Rainbow Cat suddenly find themselves in the middle of the zombie horde without protection. The zombies fill the open space between them.
“Go for the gnome!” Junko yells.
The Japanese woman’s chainsaw arm roars into life. She slashes her way through the corpses, taking off limbs and heads. Behind her, Rainbow Cat swings her machete, chopping at the limbs coming in from the back. Scavy stays between them, using the butt of his rifle to push the corpses back.
Mr. T opens his eyes to find himself several yards away from everyone else. He’s lying in the dirt, watching the zombie SUV tearing across the field. It curves around, then speeds toward him.
As he gets halfway to his feet, a mob of corpses tackle him. They pull his machine body to the ground, piling on top of him, as the vehicle barrels toward them.
Mr. T looks up at a zombie on his chest. It chatters its teeth and shrieks in his face.
“Brrrraaaainnns!!” the zombie cries in a high pitched voice.
The zombie bites down on Mr. T’s head, but it’s teeth can’t break through his skin.
“You can’t bite through Mr. T’s head, fool!” says Mr. T.
Then he headbutts the zombie in the face.
“Mr. T’s head’s not made of metal,” he says. “But it might as well be.”
He headbutts the zombie again, so hard it breaks open the creature’s skull.
Junko chainsaws her way through the crowd. Once she breaks through, she spots the lawn gnome across the field.
“That way!” she cries.
Scavy and Rainbow Cat follow close behind, as she runs through the field. Scavy limp-hops as fast as he can, trying not to rip open his wound.
Once they’re all out in the open, they see the vehicles flying at them. Four more smart cars race through the field, picking up clouds of dust. Rainbow Cat leaps out of the way, as a small black smart-car races by, narrowly missing her.
“The gnome isn’t going to help save us from those,” Scavy yells.
“Let’s get to it anyway,” Junko responds.
As they continue on, Junko looks back at Mr. T. He’s under a pile of zombies, over a dozen thick, with the zombie SUV charging right for him.
The zombies hold Mr. T down, biting at his metal body, yanking on his limbs. Even with his cyborg strength, he can’t lift himself up. The sound of the zombie SUV fills his ears, as it comes closer, only a few car lengths away.
“Think you can keep down the T-2000?” Mr. T asks the zombies growling in his face. “Think again!”
Long metal spikes spring out of Mr. T’s arms and torso. Then the rows of spikes spin in opposite directions, like a meat-grinder. All zombie flesh touching his body becomes pulverized. Zombie muscles are grated apart, hands split down the middle, skin strips away like shredded paper, bones break, meat liquefies.
Mr. T leaps to his feet and roars, mangled corpses flying over his shoulder. As the zombie SUV slams into him, the T-2000 turns and punches the front of the vehicle.
The T-2000 stays in one spot, but the SUV crumples inward. As if it had hit a pillar of steel, the vehicle folds itself around Mr. T’s fist, metal twisting, the back wheels flying up into the air. When Mr. T removes his fist, the SUV whirs and gurgles. His fist had gone all the way through the engine, rendering it useless.
Junko grabs the lawn gnome, then brings it to Scavy and Rainbow Cat. They turn to Mr. T and see the other four smart-cars roaring toward him all at once.
Mr. T leaps over the first one, fifteen times higher than an average human can jump, then lands on the next car’s hood, crushing it into the dirt.
“How much does he weigh?” Rainbow asks.
By the look of the front of the vehicle, flattened all the way to the earth, Mr. T’s robot body must weigh at least a ton.
As the next vehicle comes at him, he grabs it by the bumper and tosses it upward. The vehicle flips twice in the air and lands on its side behind him.
“Think you got what it takes to take on the T-2000?” he yells at the remaining vehicles.
He swats at another car with the back of his hand as it passes. The vehicle spins around in circles, rolling over the zombie horde, throwing bodies into the air.
“I didn’t think so,” he says.
As the last smart-car comes at him, he jumps out of the way, then grabs it by the back bumper. He holds it into place, the wheels spinning in the dirt.
“Come on,” he yells at the other three.
Junko, Scavy, and Rainbow Cat run across the field toward him. They go to the doors of the smart car. As
