"So all I'm saying," a black haired, blue eyed teenager rambled, "is that Nic Cage is the greatest actor of all time, wouldn't you agree?" the boy's blonde haired companion turned a shade obscured glare at the boy's direction, "Egbert," he deadpanned, " no matter how much you ramble about now presumably dead actors, you're not going to change my fucking preferences. I prefer Will fucking Smith."

"Come on, Dave!" John Egbert whined, "I want to talk about something! I'm bored!" Dave Strider sighed, turning around, " If you want something to do, John, " he states, pointing his katana out of the windows, "there's a fuck-million zombies out there, waiting to get a bit of our juicy squishy human-meat. I invite you to take on the gauntlet, if you're craving something to do."

John visibly deflated, "I guess I'll just sit here, slowly dying from a lack of friends, awaiting sure death by zombie." he sighed, fiddling with his sledgehammer.

Dave went over and put a comforting hand on John's shoulder, " Come on, John, keep your hopes up, sure there's a possibility any moment now zombies will spill into this building like starving students on Nacho Tuesday's, and strip our flesh from our bodies, but things will look up eventually."

John smiled, "Heheh, you always make me laugh, Dave."
Dave huffed, "I wasn't trying to be funny, do you find me fucking hilarious, John?"

John didn't get to answer, because at that moment, a gunshot cracked far off in the distance, and both boys froze, "You hear that?" Dave asked. "Guns! Someone has guns! We can get help!" John squealed in ecstasy. "Damn right, let's go get ourselves some firepower." Dave grinned, busting open the lobby doors, and decapitating a hapless zombie, "It's gonna be a Beat down, Strider style, motherfuckers!" Dave called out, John trailing behind him, occasionally smashing in a head or two.

-Halfway across town-

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An Asian girl with green eyes and shoulder length hair continuously fired rounds into the ever-increasing horde of encroaching zombies. Her bolt action rifle was a trust-worthy weapon, and she was an excellent marksman, but the rifle was like a dinner bell, attracting every zombie within a 2-mile radius. Beside her, a blonde girl with her hair in a hair band, and purple eyes fired her 9-mm alongside the rifle.

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The blonde girl looked at her gun, which had it's slide locked back, "Jade, my magazine's spent." she hissed through gritted teeth. Jade yelled, "Why don't you have more bullets, Rose?" not once stopping to look, but kept firing. Rose looked at Jade, "Forgive me, but the gun is purely for self defense. I was not anticipating an invasion of reanimated corpses to force me to expend all of my cartridges."

"Well I'm prepared for anything!" Jade yelled, ejecting a spent magazine, and inserting another one from her seemingly bottomless pockets, soon her rifle was blazing away again.

Rose drew two knitting needles from her pockets, forlornly surveying the massive horde. Jade was a good shot, but one gun wasn't enough to outlast the enemy.

Jade shrieked, "SHIT!" as her gun jammed. She frantically worked to unjam it, when a zombie walked right up to her, and lunged.

Rose made a move to push her out of the way, but before she could, the zombie's head went flying. As the corpse fell, a blonde boy wearing shades and bearing a katana was revealed rather dramatically, "Sounds like someone needs a Strider." the boy deadpanned, with an arrogant grin on his face. Behind him, another black haired boy was crushing zombies with a sledgehammer, murmuring under his breath, "ewewewewewew"

Jade was a bit stunned, "Er.. Uh, thanks?"
The blonde boy just smiled back, "My pleasure ladies. If you'd be so kind, my buddy and I here are looking to upgrade our arsenal. Do you know where we can grab some fucking guns?"

Rose held up her 9-mm, "This is my gun, but it's out of ammo. The gun store is somewhere downtown."
Jade fumbled with her rifle some more, before tossing it down in disgust, "FUCKASS! It's broken!" she then drew a Desert Eagle from a holster strapped to her thigh. "I need to resupply as well, do you want to tag along, boys?"

The blonde boy nodded, "Fuck yeah, the name's Dave Strider, and that nerd there," Dave gestured to the black haired boy wresting with a zombie, "is my good friend John Egbert. May I know who you fine ladies are?"

"Jade Harley!" Jade announced, "Marksman extraordinaire!"
Rose extended her hand in greeting, "Rose Lalonde. I sew clothes."

Dave shook Rose's hand, and saluted Jade, "Always fine to meet such great company."
John, who had just killed the last zombie, stumbled over to the group, panting, green slime ghost t-shirt stained with large amounts of blood, "Did... You just... See... How many zombies... I got?" he gasped, trying hard to breathe.

Rose giggled behind her hand, while Jade gave him a broad grin, "Nice job kid." she complimented, "Let's go get some weapons.

The four set off.


At the end of life

I leave this world alone

Without Life one is truly alone

Alone without even oneself


(Alright, I'm not sure if this is gonna be a one-shot, I need some feedback.)

Ahaha, one of my first crossovers, hopy shit.

Hi, how are you doing? Please review. If I get enough demand, I'll do another chapter.