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to try and fight down the panic Galenfea's question had sparked. This was not the time for that.

"That," she said, "would explain the broken doors and windows we've been seeing, but I'd... rather not think about what's going on in those houses. We gotta move fast. Either we do what we set out to do, and get your medkit and more ammo for my gun, plus some extra weapons, or we race right back to the bunker and alert everyone. I know I'd go for the first option, but I'm not going to play captain here. What do you think we should do?"

was "What?"
She bit her lip, looking down at the dead zombie, feeling sick at the sight; taking a shotgun blast to the face did not make for a very attractive corpse.
She had always lived in fear of being thrust into a scenario that was likely to turn into a horrible movie, but up until this point the closest she'd come was having to room with four cheerleaders at her college orientation week.
"Oh, Hell, no," she muttered. "I don't know the zombie movie tropes, but I'm sure this is one." She looked up at SttQ. "Do you think this is what's happened to everyone?"

Paused. And looked towards them. Turned. And began shuffling in their direction.

SttQ took a second to aim, and squeezed the trigger. The report of the gun thundered through the dead silence.

She hit the thing in the middle of its forehead. It didn't fall backwards like a living human would. Instead, its legs spasmed, and it pitched to the alley wall, its body twitching and jerking as it slid down to the trash-littered concrete. The thing's tongue lolled out horribly for a moment, and then it was still.

Slowly, with shaking hands, SttQ lowered her gun, and turned, ashen-faced, to her companion. Her mouth felt bone-dry as she said, "Galenfea, I think that was a zombie."

wishing for a moment that she had a sword. Then she remembered that she was a danger to herself and others with a LARP sword, let alone a real one. So when SttQ raised her shotgun, all Galenfea could really do was put her hands over her ears and wait for the bang. Hopefully, whatever was out there was alone.

Sorry for the delay.

I hear it too," SttQ whispered back. She pressed herself against the wall next to Galenfea. Tiny pinpricks of fear were traveling up her spine. The rhythm of those steps... She couldn't shake the feeling that she'd heard something like it before. In a movie, maybe...

Then it dawned on her. "Oh, shi... Galenfea, get behind me!"
SttQ jumped to the middle of the alleyway, planted her feet firmly on the ground and raised her gun. If what she feared was true, she was going to nail the damn thing right between the eyes.

whispered Galenfea. She was also unnerved by the silence and emptiness, and the crows circling overhead. Her friends said she'd read too many fantasy books at an impressionable age, but she'd always been unnerved by circling birds, especially carrion birds. What did bots do to people they caught, anyway?
She shuddered and put the thought from her head.
Suddenly she heard something other than the sound of her own feet and SttQ's. It sounded like another pair of feet, moving slowly but purposefully along the road at the end of their alley. Her heart leaped into her throat and she flattened herself back against the wall.
"You hear that, or am I going crazy?" she whispered.

SttQ didn't like this. It was too quiet. She and Galenfea had been dodging in and out of alleys for fifteen minutes now, and they hadn't seen a single live spambot. Or Ypur, for that matter. Was the invasion over? If so, where were the people? While there had been many Boarders in the bunker, the city's population was a lot bigger than that. So, again, where was everyone?

Not a sound could be heard, save that of the two girls' steps as they ran across the deserted street to yet another alleyway, and the croaking of the crows circling high over their heads. It was uncanny.

that would be easier to carry than the box alone, and she had a feeling she'd need to keep her hands free. Then she and SttQ went over to the door. Galenfea peered out first, the image of two orcish arrows slamming into the wall near Boromir's head going through her mind's eye in a flash. She couldn't see anything, though.
"Come on," she breathed, slipping out. SttQ closed the door behind her; it looked just like part of the wall from the outside, and Galenfea hoped they'd be able to find it again. Together, they headed off down a small, ominously silent side-street. Several of the houses had broken windows and doors, and Galenfea eyed the dark holes uneasily, aware of how easily bots might be lying in ambush.

said SttQ, "let's move out. You lead the way, I'll cover you. And maybe, if my house isn't too far from yours, we can also go there for more shotgun ammo. My thirty shells won't last very long."

Edward shook his head a little.
"Sorry," he said, "It's been a long day." He looked from one to the other. "Are you sure you can get back without being caught?"
Galenfea nodded. "As sure as I can be," she said. "There's only a couple of us, we can be sneaky."
He thought for a moment, then nodded. "All right, but be careful - if you meet trouble, come straight back."
Galenfea grinned and nodded. "We will."

exhausted as he was, had not quite been able to process Galenfea's words, SttQ decided to summarize their request.

"Can Galenfea and I go get a bigger first-aid kit at her house, please, sir?" she asked, giving her best blue-eyed-puppy impression.

She grabbed its blue fur with one hand and pulled out an explosive with another, looking for a spambot.

There was one trying to break into a building. "Let's get it!" she shouted. The ypur lumbered towards it. Elemarth threw one of the explosives at it, and it blew up to scrap metal. The ypur tossed a few remains aside, and they hunted for another.

shouted Kyoki as she chased fleeing spambots while riding a ypur. "Eat explosives spambot!" Moments later, there was a shower of spam metal and the air reverberated with the sound of detonating high explosives.

Elemarth shouted, forgetting about 'sanity' -- which was overrated, anyway. "I'm going to ride and ypur and blow up spambots!"

Just around when the spambots come. I wasn't here when they came last time, so I'm not sure though." Niely said.

"Anyway, lets go blow some bots up!" Niely said enthusiastically, grabbing her gun and pulling out another can of hairspray.

"We could just ask them if they'd carry us around so we could blow up spambots faster?" mused Kyoki. "Because now that I've thought about it, it seems kinda awkward to just jump on our allies from high places..."

"What good will riding ypurs do? You're more likely to get yourself hurt." She sighed. "Not that I wouldn't like to say to newbies that I've ridden an ypur..." She shook her head. "I'm going to look for remaining bots. I haven't blown enough up yet. Then... I might try to get on an ypur..."

I more meant deciding which of mine would be likely to show up and such. Like I said, I have a lot of agents to choose from, and since a lot of them haven't had the chance to appear in my writings yet, have to explain who they are and such. But thanks. Just wanted you to know that I've just been busy, hence being late in sending it.

We could jump from hire ground onto them?" Niely suggested

Just a simple description of your agents. Maybe a very tiny biography, but that's about it. I don't need their life story, since they'll be making small cameos much like many other agents will be.

"That sounds like it'll be tons of fun! But, how are we gonna get on?" said a puzzled Kyoki.

"It's a heard of Ypurs!" Niely shouted, pointing at a large mass of blue yaks. "Lets try and ride them!"

Shouted Kyoki, "I don't see many left and I just heard the Board's been cleared. Leave the rest of the cameras and just start cleaning out the remnants!" Ducking down, she started picking out her smaller bombs.

I've been busy getting settled in and the like the past couple days, so I haven't had time to really lay out the e-mail, but I'll be sending it ASAP.