Cooper Black (Classic Edition)

17. Life Is A Mess

The moon was halfway across the sky as per its regular duties of the natural laws. But people live in the modern world now, with their own creations and technology. Buildings rise and soar upto the skies, ready to almost embrace any heavenly body that comes too close.

Downtown was a concrete jungle of buildings, each having its own beauty, style and height. Colorful billboards stood above every street-level store, shop, office, bank, etc. Even so, downtown in New York was rich in everything, but except for casinos.

Casinos were a rare sight in NY, since two-thirds of the world's casino population was situated at Las Vegas instead.

Showtime!

Cooper Black, Vandermann Vugerton, Exodus Luke, Harrison Garison, and John Luther were ready for an anti-zombie raid.

Vandermann was the man-in-the-turret of the heavily-armored assault vehicle. The 'Notoran 8' as Harrison called it.

The armored vehicle had sixteen wheels in its caterpillar tracks. Four bulbous headlamps shone down the front of the vehicle in a cascading 'V'-pattern. The engine protruded out of the hood of the van-like car, with exhaust pipes leading to circular holes at the back which dealt great gusts of carbon monoxide, polluting the world by 0.0315% an hour. There were two chainguns attached to the sides of the Notoran. On its top, stood a heavy 900mm shell launcher which was controlled by the supposed man-in-the-turret. The Notoran resembled a Land Rover, but equipped like a Panzer tank.

"Let's get this party started!" Luther pressed his foot onto the accelerator. Exos Luke listened to MH21's "NiteKid" song, bobbing his head up and down, roll and round. There were multiple compartments inside the vehicle, each with its own purpose. The radio section was occupied by Harrison, transmitting some important messages to the nearest MBC headquarters. The diner section was occupied by Cooper, who was gulping down pints of 'Blue Label'. The toilet section was occupied by a constipated Luke, who was sending out weird fart messages and wacky smells.

The Notoran 8 whisked off towards the horizon, leaving a fresh track of oil leaking from the fuel tank. Harrison had advised Luther countless times to check the fuel tanks but nobody cared. Hence, they'll be suffering in no time.

They passed brightly-illuminated shops, malls, police stations, jails, sportstadiums, construction sites and many other commercial platforms and municipal accommodations. All the other honking noises of the cars were drowned out by the music blaring from the MP3 media player. "Pouring champagne, pouring another drink..." the vocals in MH21's song were all they could hear.

This time, they had set out fully prepared. They had stocked bazookas, flamethrowers, chainguns and chainsaws in their inventory instead of the previous explosives and infantry weapons.

There would be zombie soup being served at all local restaurants by the time they were done. The only next problem remaining would be any rogue GSFERs lurking within Area 5474N.

T-Dog was resting in peace inside the 'Lucky Charms' motel's garage.

Everyone was peacefully driving along the highway. And so, along came trouble! A red newly-purchased Ferrari slammed hard against the Notoran, giving everyone inside a free full-body massage.

"Yolly the what?" John stirred and found the attacker in-line with his sight; perhaps a bit lower.

The Ferrari and the Notoran quickly pressed on their brakes and stopped at a side of the road.

The Ferrari's windshield was cracked into several thousands of pieces of tempered glass. Fumes wafted from its ruined engine and out came some familiar faces.

Dorritor Kho, Rickardo Viz and the living corpse of Yon Roncho (who was wrapped in bandages and had to carry his life support stand wherever he went).

Rickardo had the furious face of a stunt biker, the body of a WWE wrestler and the clothing of a mixture of a school uniform, military uniform, and an actor. Greyish teeth glinted and shone in the glossy street lighting. A French beard gave his mouth a cool-looking shape. His eyes were designed for winking at passing-by girls, and his mouth was apt to whistling. The only problem about him: he was evil, corrupt and untrustworthy.