Ninjago: Masters of Zombie Slaying

Intersection Meeting

Kind of a time-skip to where they're all in Ninjago City now.

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I tried my best to navigate the city. It was so large, and there were so many turns. The piles of cars didn't help me either, forcing me to climb over them or risk turning back and going a different way. The horde of zombies behind me didn't help at all.

I could see it wherever I went though, my main goal, the place I wanted to go to. The large tower at the center of the city— Borg Industries. There was lots of talk about how the tower had self-defenses and seemingly unlimited amounts of food and water. No doubt it was paradise in the apocalypse.

I reached a four-way and skid to a stop, panting heavily and holding the shovel over his shoulder. "Hey!" A voice called, and I nearly dropped his shovel. I turned quickly to my left and saw a sight that was so very rare nowadays. A living human.

I raised my shovel high and swung it in the air, "I'm here! Hey!"

The boy looked rather skinny, but was clearly prepared to fight. He wore homemade armor and have lots of spears made from pipes on his belt. He had brunet hair and emerald eyes.

"I can't believe— I mean— I found another living human!" The teen exclaimed, swinging his pipe-spear around. "I never thought I would again and—!"

"Yeah, yeah, good to see you too, but I think we have a problem." I interrupted, pointing towards the horde that was following me.

"You aren't the only one who attracted a crowd…" the boy replied, pointing towards a horde that was coming form the direction that he came from.

"Perfect…" I mumbled. What now?

Suddenly there was a loud explosion, forcing us to cover their ears and close our eyes as a pile of cars to their right blew up into the sky. We stared in amazement as another living person rushed into their view from the smoke. The teen stopped and stared at us.

This male looked really tall, but really skinny. He wore a snow camouflage military uniform with a dark grey vest and boots. He wore a ski mask under his hood for protection. He pulled away his mask, revealing his icy-blue eyes and his blonde hair.

"You are survivors!" He exclaimed, rushing to us. I noticed the three grenades hooked to his vest and the sniper rifle strapped to his back. He had a pistol holstered on his leg. "I've looked everywhere for any survivors!"

"Yeah, yeah, we're alive. But we've got bigger news for right now." I replied, pointing to the two hordes that were closing in on us.

"Well you might as well point the way I came from too," the boy added, looking towards the clearing smoke to see the group heading towards us. "Come on, the only way we can go is this way!" The blonde ran to the last turn and stopped.

The sound of a motorcycle filled the air, and seconds later the three saw a red and gold motorcycle speeding towards them. The rider put the brakes on, and skid to a stop inches away from the blonde.

"So, you've all survived too, huh?" The cyclist simply said, getting off of his bike and grabbing his bag. "Hate to break this to you, but we're trapped. I have a horde following me too. And these guys are fast."

"Oh great! Now what? We cant's exactly just barrel through anywhere! And they're could be hundreds in each horde!" The brunette panicked, pulling at his hair.

"Wait!" The blonde one called, walking over to the center of the crossway. "Look, if we can get into here we can escape them."

I studied it and gave a small nod, "It shouldn't be too hard to crack." I said, jabbing the very tip of my broken shovel into the side. With a loud huff I pushed on it, and the grate popped off. "Alright, everyone in!"