Ninjago: Masters of Zombie Slaying

The Walkers

"Eat metal, you flesh eating scum," Jay Walker screamed, slamming a crowbar into a Zombie's jaw, and finishing by slamming it into its skull. Jay panted heavily, leaning on the bar as he looked up at the sky. Fighting in the sun was hard when you were in the desert.
"Hey son! Look what I found!" Ed shouted, throwing a pipe at his son.
"If we find the ingredients we can make a potato gun." The boy replied, catching it.
"That's our boy," Edna said as she put a hand on her son's blue long-sleeved shirt. Jay smiled.
Unlike most people, the Walkers did as their last name implied: they walked the streets rather than staying at a base. They liked to see the wonders of the world, and look at all the metal and junk that they could craft with. It seemed that the whole family could craft everything out of anything. Of course, a little duck tape helped a lot.
"I think this town is done… I don't think anything survived the fire." Ed said.
"I don't even know what could have started the fire. Maybe a rouge decided that the town was actually killing its people than keeping them alive." Jay replied.
"But where are all the women and children? All of these people are males." Edna asked.
"Maybe the women got out in time. The townsfolk may have wanted the children and the women to get out first." Ed said as he picked up a piece of glass, throwing it away.
"Mom, where are we?" Jay frowned.
"Hm… the map says we're in someplace called Ignacia. This place used to be a beautiful village surrounded by water and grass, but now its swallowed within a desert."
"Really? Then the desert must have taken this place recently, it wasn't like this when Jay was born."
"Oh, that's right! Oh poor Richard."
"Who's Richard?" Jay wondered.
"Oh, Richard is the blacksmith here, or he was until he died of illness. Richard worked as a doctor. His title was um… Ed, dear, what as it?"
"Dr. Smith. He was the father of the two little ones, remember?"
"Oh yes! I can't remember their names… Mya and Dai? No… I can't remember…. Anyway, he was the Mayor here, and his son took over shortly after he died. Such a young age too. Oh, I hope they got out." Edna looked to Jay with a small smile.
"Well, how about we go and find out. Let's continue and find them." Jay stepped down from a cement block. "Let's get what we can and continue on."
"Spoken like a true Walker." Ed said, smiling. Jay gave a small laugh and nodded. "Ok, it seems that the Zombies are gone, so I think it's safe to split up. Jay, go north— that way. Edna, dear, go that way— southeast, and I'll go southwest. We all move to the right and meet back here after you've completed a circle. Go."
Jay smiled and ran his way the farthest reach of the town. He stopped, staring up as a huge fence. He turned and began his circle. Normally he would just walk through, finding anything obvious and leaving the rest for his parents to find. But this time he actually searched. He lifted stones, rubble and brushed dirt away from things that poked out of the ground.
Jay smiled as he found a long hose and a metal pipe. He tied the hose around his upper body, making it a strange form of sash before he slid the pipe in it. He smirked as he thought about the stories he had heard about people who snuck around and acted as spies and protectors for the First Spinjitzu Master. What did the comic call them...? Ninja?
Jay's favorite weapon had always been Nunchucks, hearing about how the Ninja of Lightning would crack a bolt of electricity from them and end their opponents. Jay wasn't dumb though, he knew that nunchucks wouldn't really do that, but he wanted a pair anyway. For now he settled on the version he made himself, made from safety outlets tapped together. Sure they weren't good for Zombies, but it was useful for thieves.

Jay blinked in awe at a gaping hole that cracked trough the wooden fence. How had that happened? Surely the zombies hadn't been smart enough to break through the wood… right? Jay had heard of virus's improving but not this fast. He made a mental checkmark to remind his parents.
It was almost sunset when Jay returned to the center of the town again, sitting on a crisped chair as he waited for his parents to return. He pulled out his nunchucks and twirled them around, he tried handstands and cartwheels, it seemed he did everything as the moon rose over the horizon. Still, Jay's parents didn't show up.
He grew restless, as it was his personality. He constantly had the feeling to move and talk. Jay quickly got up and began to run around the town in search of Ed and Edna. He reached the hole in the fence and stared at it.
That's when he heard the first scream.
"MOM!" He screeched, rushing towards the source of the cry. He stumbled multiple times, and even cut his hand on a piece of glass. "Mom, where are you?"
"Jay!" Ed screamed towards his son, and Jay veered to the right.
"Mom! Dad!"
"Jay, stay away, sweetie! Go where it's safe!"
Jay froze in place as he stared at his parents. Three zombies cornered them; all held back by the metal bar that Ed jammed into the walls. The Zombies were really dumb if they didn't think about going under or above. "Mom! Dad!"
"Jay!" Edna screamed, helping Ed push the bar from its location. Blood flowed from both of their arms, and Jay felt tears fill his eyes.
"No!" Jay screeched, taking a few steps back. "NO!"
"Jay sweetie! Run, run as far as you can and don't look back." Edna whispered.
"We're sorry son." Ed finished, smiling a fake smile at his son.
Jay took a step back, his head shaking in denial. He swallowed hard and turned.
He had always been a mama's boy, following her around and constantly asking her questions. Jay did as his mother said— he ran and he didn't look back.
Tears filled his eyes as he ran through the desert sand. Thunder cracked viciously in the sky, and heavy raindrops began to fall. Too bad it wasn't a better day to enjoy the water… giving how rare it was here in the desert.
He always ran fast, and thought he was the fastest one in the world. He loved to run, feeling the wind blow through his brunette hair. But now, he hated it. He hated the wind that blew him backwards towards his parents. He hated the rain that cooled him off to the point that he wanted to play in it. He hated the feeling of his feet hitting the ground, drawing him farther and farther from his mother and father.