That last part was awesome! And since you were wondering who wanted to be the next MC, could I?

Hmmm . .  this writing is interesting. It seems like you try to write what appears in a movie. 

Fighting zombies was almost too easy. Sure, there was risk, but as Novelist shot her bow at the zombie mob, she was almost laughing. She was running to the Elliot Corp. helicopter, were Cleo and Scylla were fighting against Gared’s superzombies.

The sun dissapeared behind a huge, fleashy bulk. It was made from what looked like about 50 individual zombies, and swung swords in about 25 hands, while the remaining apendages clawed at the ground. It looked like some evil sort of bear, with a face that seemed gelatinous. Gared, the scum-eater, rode on it’s back. He was part zombie already, and he seemed to have gone insane while slowly mutating. Scylla was firing her rifle, while a a new fighter ran in. Together, Scylla, Novelist, Cleo, and Brooklyn, who had just arrived, fought against the beast. Then Brooklyn fired her slingshot and hit the superzombie in the face. It reeled back and fell, while Scylla and Cleo pulled out short swords to face Gared with, while Brooklyn and Novelist hauled the wounded helicopter pilot to Portland.

“So” Gared said, twirling two longswords. “We have at last met with fresh eyes.”

“Yea?” Scylla said as she slashed at Gared’s infected arm. “Well all I see is an idiot.” She slammed the sword into his side. Gared crumpled to the floor. But as he fell, the flesh wound closed, and the flesh turned green.

“I would look forward to the dance you promised me.” Gared had already climbed back up.

“Well, I only dance with men. You are not a man,” she said.

Cleo then jumped from atop the helicopter. She landed on GAred, who collapsed.

“Come on. Get in,” a new voice said. A Jeep was standing right next to them. A woman stuck her head out. She looked them over, then the back doors flew open. A boy stepped out from behind a tree.
“I,” he said, “call shotgun.” He stepped into the front seat.

Ashlee slammed down the radio. Cleo and Scylla, captured by a terrorist orginazation? What was going on? She walked to the radar room, and saw the dot moving away. Why did they get in? Were they forced? What was going on. Then the dot started coming back. They were heading to Portland? What was going on.

Sorry its short.

Don't worry, Ashlee will be in the next story as well. 

Ashlee walked down the deserted streets of Portland. This had been the Pearl District, and she could see the deserted ruin of Powell’s Bookstore. The Jeep was supposed to stop here. Then, in a swirl of smoke and dirt, the Jeep spun around. A young woman walked out, followed by Scylla and Cleo. The woman stepped aside, and Cleo spoke.

“We are in trouble,” she muttered. “I have seen the factory where Gared is making the Superzombies. I think this is the end.”

“Hey! You haven’t been blowing up zombies without me, have you?” a new voice cut in. Swinging from a streetlamp was Danie, her hair plastered with muck, her belt stuffed with electronic devices. She jumped to the ground and landed with a baseball bat in her hands.

“What?” Scylla said. “You were dying this morning.”

“Ha!” Danie was laughing. “I was faking it, at least for the last few days. There was a break in. A Superzombie got in.”

“Oh, I am glad to see you are still alive, but we have info.” The boy had just stepped out. “Hi,” he said. “I am Elliot, Gared’s older brother. And since mommy and daddy are out, I am in charge. And, boy, does Gared need to be grounded.”

“Over there!” Gared screamed. He was preparing the next wave of Superzombies. The hulks waited as a crowd of zombie-human mutants readied their weapons. But as they began to march, a new noise cut in: the scream of an engine. The Jeep spun around as Elliot walked out, wearing a suit. He carried a briefcase. The same briefcase that had held the Powerbracelets. Then Elliot rolled up his suit arms. All over his arm were the little metal Powerbreacelets. Elliot sent a fireball at the zombies. GAred ran.

“So, dear brother,” Elliot said, disintegrating rouge zombies that hadn’t been frozen solid. “HAve you been naughty? Chasing girls again?” At that moment, Elliot fired a bolt of lightning at the ground by Gared’s feet. “I always warned you” Elliot said as Scylla and Novelist handcuffed GAred.

“Well, you learned your lesson about setting off apocalypses, and convincing girls to go to dances with you against their greater judgment. Cleo helped drag Gared to the Jeep, where they could restrain him more.

Come on! Tooooop!

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I love the story so far! SuperZombies? Those will lead to some trouble, no doubt. 

“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.