Scott Pilgrim vs. the Zombies: The Finale.

"Shit. Shit!" I turned toward the nearest scientist.

"What do we do?" He shook his head violently.

"I have no idea! That was a proven vaccine and it should have killed them all!"

"Well why didn't it?" I grabbed him by his lab coat.

"Calm down sir." Another scientist came running up the stairs and showed us a laptop.

"My reading indicator says that the gas did spread to all of Canada. Somehow it didn't kill these ones. I wager it's because the gas deployed to far away and not right next to us."

"Well how do we stop them?" Ramona asked.

"There is another option…" The two scientists' exchanged glances.

"No. No, it's too risky. We could never get everyone out in time!"

"It's a risk I'm willing to take." He said as he walked off. I looked at Ramona.

"Wait, what's going on? What are we going to do?" The scientist sighed.

"He wants to… detonate a bomb that will blow up that whole area of land. The radius of the explosion will be at least four miles."

"Then why don't you do it?"
"Well, the problem is that the bomb detonated inside the base. Someone will have to stick behind and deploy it themselves." We all looked around, hoping someone will volunteer but no one did.

"Come on people! If we don't do this, then we all die!" I wanted to punch someone. But then I thought, if no one will do it, then I should.

"I'll do it." I said. Ramona turned toward me.

"What? No, Scott!"

"I have to. No one else will."

"I will." I turned to see a young scientist. But not an ordinary scientist, it was the one who saves us Ramona and I from the zombies the first time we came here. He's the one who helped find the cure and keep Ramona safe from the infection. If anything, he was the one who needed to get out of here first.

"I need to do this. It's for the survival of mankind. And I'm sure no one will miss me." He said with a slight smile.

"We'll miss you." Ramona said and she gave him a hug.

"Now go. I'll give you some radio's so we can keep in contact." I nodded as he gave us some radios and we walked down the stairs.

At the bottom I came to a blunt conclusion. How are we going to get out of here? We don't have a nearby car except for Gideon's, which was parked outside near all the zombies. I looked at Ramona.

"How are we getting out of here again? We don't have a car."

"But I know who does." She grabbed my hand. We caught up with the scientist.

"The escape car you told me about, do you know where it is?" She asked.

"Ah, yes. What was I thinking? You can't leave without a car." He showed us into a dark garage-like room and flipped a light switch. I couldn't think of anything to say. It. Was. Amazing.

Imagine a truck. No, a monster truck. And then picture it with medal armor along the sides and spikes attached to the front. Now imagine that the back has a few small holes, just large enough to fit a gun barrel down. And believe me, the car was stocked with guns. Oh, we were going to make it out safe all right.

"Hells yeah! This is awesome!" The scientist smiled.

"Don't ask how I got all this time to do this."

"This… this is amazing! Thank you!" Natalie said, squealing with delight. Who knew a girl could get so happy over a death machine on wheels.

"Get in and be safe." We waved goodbye to him. I pulled the car out of the garage and said one more thing to our scientist friend.
"I forgot to ask you! What's your name?" He looked at me with that friendly smile.

"MathewPatel. It was great meeting you, Scott." And we drove off.

We were about 100 feet away from the zombies when a tire popped. Woops.

"Great. That's great. And right when we were about to escape to."

"No, no. It's fine, see. We're still moving."

"Fine. Okay. We are approaching the zombies. Everybody get your weapons ready." Everyone armed themselves.
"Everybody ready?"

"Ready!" Everyone said. I made sure before we drove off that everyone had a weapon, even Knives had sawed off shotgun. I drove as fast as I could toward the horde.

"Ready your weapons!"

"Scott. This isn't Lord of the Rings." Natalie said.

"Sorry. Get ready everyone!" They all raised their weapons as I charged the car into the zombies.

Soon the smell of burnt flesh, spent shell casings and gasoline filled the air. We charged our monster car through the undead, laying waste to all in our path! Muh ha ha! Nothing could go wrong! Never say that. Ever. If you want your whole plan to work never say, "Nothing could go wrong!" Asshole. As soon as I thought that, the other back tire popped. Then five minuets later the front one broke. Followed quickly by the last working tire. Slowly but surely, the car began to loose speed. I grabbed the radio Mathew gave to us and spoke into it.
"Mathew, do you read me?" I head a static crackle and Mathew responded.

"Yes, I can read you. What's up?"

"Uhh. Our tires popped."

"Huh. I knew something like this would happen. Go into the trunk and get the spare tires."

"Cool! Thanks."

"Exactly how many tires did you pop?"

"Yeah, that's the problem. We broke all of them."

"Uh oh. Okay, here's what you need to do then. Put the two spare tires that you have on the front of the car."

"Okay. Got it. And I put down the radio.

"Ramona, take the wheel."

"What? Where are you going?"
"To get the spare tires. Watch my back." And with that I jumped out of the slowly moving car.

I made my way to the back of the car, which isn't easy when it's moving or when zombies are all around you, but you know, I manage. I grabbed the first tire and bulked under the weight. Jesus, that thing was heavy. There was no way I was going to be able to pick that thing up so I rolled it on the ground. I rolled the tire to the front of the car and pounded on the window.

"Stop the car! I'm going to change the tire."

"Okay!" She stopped the car.

I worked fast. I knew I only had a few moments before the zombies would get me. Natalie, Ramona and Knives were covering me the best they could, but there was only so much you could do with three people with guns. I removed the broken tire and quickly began to put on the other one. I finished in less than one minute.

"Okay! Go!" Ramona started to move the car again. I went to the back and got the other tire. I quickly put it on and jumped in the car. We were moving again. I called Mathew on the radio.

"I did it. Were all right."
"That's good. I'm almost ready to detonate the bomb. Are you within the proper range?"

"We are about five minuets away."

"Alright. Tell me when you are." And I hung up the radio.

"We're almost safe." I took Ramona's hand.

After seven more minuets of driving, I called Mathew on the radio. I took a deep sigh and pressed the talk button.

"Mathew? We are out of the drop zone."

"Okay. Countdown."

Ten

Nine

Eight

Seven

Six

Five

Four

Three

Two

"One." We all said.

I swear I could hear Mathew press that button from miles away.

"Goodbye."

Flash. A shock wave shook the ground and a small heat wave brushed against my hair. I didn't want to look behind me until I knew it was over. I looked behind me and saw it.

The huge hole in the ground that left a scorching mark that would be seen for a century. It was over.

As I drove the truck into the sunlight, I was content. My mind was finally at peace. No more of this zombie madness.

We all got out of the car and looked over a cliff that perched over a town. It was decimated by bodies and some small fires. But it was fine. We can make it work.

We were sitting peacefully with our legs hanging over the cliff and I hardly noticed that another body was sitting next to me. I jumped in shock only to realize that it was my long lost friend.

"Hey, buddy." He said.

"No way."

He stood up grinning.

"Miss me?"

It was Wallace.

After all the trials. After all the tribulations. We made it through.

This is our Afterlife.

THE END?

Authors Note: It's finally over. Or is it? Thank all of you for reading and I hope you enjoy the final installment of Scott Pilgrim vs. the Zombies. But is it really over? No. Look for Scott Pilgrim and the Afterlife coming in March! What? I published late? I'm SORRY! Jeez… Stuff happens. I got busy. But forget all that. Thank you again for reading and kindly review. Love you all! :D

Never forget. Never forgive.

He got off the floor.

Yes. I will get revenge. Oh, yes.

The hole in his face was healing, slowly but surely. He was coming back.

I will find you Scott Pilgrim. And you better believe it won't be pretty. Revenge is in my grasp.

He got up shakily and chuckled.

"Never forget. Never forgive." Gideon said.

Never….