“Dear brother.” A voice wafted down to Gared, who was sleeping, restrained to a hospital cot. He stirred, and Gared almost hit Elliot in the face. Elliot's face showed a faint smile. “Well, you seem to be a zombie. Any last words before we dump you outside?”

“Well then.” Gared had broken free of his restraints, and was running for a katana. Elliot slid a pair of daggers from his sleeves.

Then they fought. Gared jumped forward at Elliot’s chest, while Elliot ducked and threw GAred against a wall. In the pause while GAred recovered from the fall, Elliot slid a pair of black headphones on, and started listening to “Wake Up Bomb” by REM. GAred stood up and bellowed: “I will not let humans win.”

“Oh, my poor brother,” Elliot said as he lunged forward, while blocking a swing at the head. “I feel so bad.”

Finally, Elliot pushed GAred’s head outside the window. “See that?” He said. “That is the wasteland. The zombie territory. And it is a quite a fall from this window.” While Elliot talked, he tied a rope to Gared’s back. Then, with a push, Gared was lowered down. Just as he reached the bottom, Elliot cut the rope.

Just asking, can I be the next MC? Thanks.

Brooklyn was feeling fairly happy. Well, as happy as one could be designing slingshots that could be the difference of life and death for her squadron. She had, on reaching Portland, been assigned the leader of a group of slingshot-using warriors. In the past, slingshots being used as weapons would have been silly. But now, the humble slingshot was more powerful, more sleek, more refined. Brooklyn was weaving a piece of leather through the top of the Y-shaped piece of metal. She then attached a second piece of leather.

Standing on the balcony of the barricade, Brooklyn heald the new slingshot with the air of a proud parent. Firing newly made drones from her slingshot, she watched as the small metal spheres turned into a mass of chopping blades and sensors. Zooming in on a large zombie, the drone fired a laser beam. Slowly, the beam widened into wide ark of heat. The zombies in the way of the beam disintegrated. The drone flew back to Brooklyn, who stretched out her hand.

Then a commotion made Brooklyn look. It was Elliot. He walked in with the young woman who had driven the Jeep. “Hi!” The girl said. “My name is Abby. I am interested in what you are doing.”

“I should explain.” Elliot cut in. “Abby is my brother’s ex-girlfriend. It was… under weird circumstances.”

“Hi, I guess?” Brooklyn was confused. “So why are you here?”

“Ah!” Elliot jumped a little bit. “I see you have the drone I made from the Disintegration Powerbracelet.”

“Wait, what?” Brooklyn had started jabbering. “Wait- what? Why?”

“Ah, are you confused. I should explain. I am taking the Powerbracelets, and turning them into weapons. Play around with the drones a little while for me. I have a vault full in a bank. I will contact you later.” Elliot stood out and walked off the barricade top.

Note: The Boarding School and Mystery Thread connect. The Mystery Thread takes place right after the Boarding School thread finishes. Gared has an older brother named Elliot, and Abby in the latest post is Abby, the math instructor.

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Two Years Later

“Dear me!” September was awake in a moment. She was asleep, waiting for news of a new zombie break-in. She knew that almost everyone was fighting a giant Superzombie in the north, but it must have gotten in farther. September woke up stairing into the face of Elliot and Abby. She stood up. Her camo armor was still on, as the ilnesses on the zombies were know all gone. Looked at him, and asked. “How is the Superzombie?”

“Oh, after Brooklyn launched a few drones, he was gone. There is a giant hole in the wall, thought. We need guards while we repair it.”

“I am in.”

“Ah, there you are.” Gared’s voice was harsher. He looked pale. His matted hair was almost white, and green algae was growing on his otherwise white skin. His eyes were no longer brown, they were green. It made September feel sick. Gared was in his lab, bending over the unconsioce body of September. She had fallen, and was attacked by zombies. Gared was pulling a bottle from his pocket. The liquid inside was clear, with a sort of scum on the top.

“Ahhh” GAred said as he poured the contents of the bottle onto a spounge. “This will turn you into the second zombie made from the spores. These spores will spread, and after growing into a lovely green mushroom, will spread more spores. But the spores also turn any living human into a zombie. The new apocolipse is here.”

September struggled. Then a new noise came through a hole in the top of the lab. Elliot jumped in, wearing a gas mask. He punched Gared, who fell back, and pulled September free. Then a framiliar Jeep smashed through the wall. Abby jumped out, and threw a bomerang at GAred, who fell down yet again.

“Get in!” SHe yelled.

In the hospitol, September lay motionless, She had fallen while guarding the wall, and after she had been rescued from Gared, she was limp. Cleo was worried. She was a scout, and used to the worst, but the new spores GAred would release would be bad. Vey bad.

Then, the intercom burst into noise. “Warning” It said. “Spores have been released that will turn humans into zombies. Stay indoors and wear a gas mask while outside.”

Cleo grabbed her gas mask and crossbow, threw open the door, and ran outside. There he was. AGred was walking down the street, while green dust floated around him. He wore a trenchcoat and a mask, but he was definitly the same Gared. Were he walked, people fell and rose as zombies. Then GAred looked at her. His eyes were pale, his hair covered in dirt.

Cleo slammed the door to her house. GAred’s knock continued. Then, the door flew open. GAred stood there, and removed his coat, mask, and gloves. He looked the same as when Cleo had first seen him. His zombie flesh was gone. His eyes normal. His hair, black and cleanly brushed, was clean. His face was less pale. He looked normal.

“Ah!” He said. “I am not a zombie. It was all a stunt. I was wearing a rubber-based mixture, dyed green, on my arm, and temporary tatoos on my face. I was also wearing contacts in my eyes, and had hairspray in my hair.”

Cleo was shocked. She could barely say: “Why”

“Who would belive in the poor, innocent, boy. The weakling. I had to change. Bu`t nobody will know. I will make sure.”

“Dear brother.” Elliot’s voice broke the silence.

“What he means,” Abby cut in. “Is that you, Gared, should give up. We have the building surrounded. We have the zombie spore. And you, Mr., will try it out. Now.”

Gared jumped from the neerest window. He doged a metal sphere thrown by Brooklyn, and landed on his feet. He threw a smoke bomb, and ran to the barricade. THrowing open a door, he ran out into the forest.