"You're listening to ZMB radio, the apocalypse's finest source of musical entertainment! I'm Virgil, the host you all know and love. Oh hey, we have a caller. You're on now, caller."

"Yeah, hello?! Where are you?! I need to get somewhere safe... my family turned not too long ago. I can't bring myself to kill them."

"Now that's no way to survive! Those ain't your family anymore. You gotta kill them, before they kill you."

"But, my family... I can't do it."

"Do you have a gun? Or some kind of sharp object?"

"W-Well, yes, but-"

"Then I don't see the problem! Also, you should probably get off the phone now. You probably got company."

"What do you me- Ah! What the fuck?! How did you find me?! Oh god! Get away from me you-"

"Heh, every time. Now, it's a beautiful August day here in Nevada, so if you're in the area, give me a call at 1-800-ZMB-RDIO. We got a new caller on the line; say hello."

"Virgil, my man! How are you?"

"Is that my favorite zombie slayer I hear?"

"Yep, the one and only Hank with a tank!"

"You still driving that beast?"

"Yep. In fact, if I floor it, I should be in Vegas in about six minutes."

"Funny, I'm in Vegas right now! I've locked myself in one of the high-rises, but I'll be lookin' for ya down there. How many you got today, Hank?"

"So far, I got around... thirty, I think? I lost count. So could you put on a good song for me to rack up the kills to?"

"I got just the thing for you. Have fun."

"Will do, Virgil."

"Man, that Hank's been my favorite caller the past week. To anyone else listening in, remember: Just 'cause it's the end of the world, don't mean you can't have some fun. This is ZMB radio, providing the soundtrack to the apocalypse."

As I closed my cell phone, a song came on the radio. That Virgil really knows his music, because this was the perfect song for the moment. Just as the song really kicked up, I gunned my car's engine.

Funny, I'm sure you legally can't call this a "car" anymore: The front bumper has been replaced with a makeshift battering ram, there's steel plating over most of the windows, and the majority of the passenger seats had been taken out to make room for more important things, like gas, ammo, and guns. A partially finished degree in engineering helped me with all those modifications.

Oh, sorry, you're probably wondering who I am, or what's happening, aren't you? The name's Hank Henderson, and I'm the last living man on Earth.

Okay, that was a lie. I just got off the phone with someone else, for crying out loud. No, I'm not the last of my kind, but I am one of the best at what I do. And what I do is kill zombies.

Well, to be fair, this beauty of a vehicle earns about half of the kills, as that zombie just learned. Oh, man, his head went flying!

Anyway, as for what's happening, hell if I know. One day, I was working on getting my master's degree in engineering. The next, the dead are walking, and everyone's either panicking or dying. I found out early on that I was good at killing them, and here I am now, driving on a highway entering Las Vegas, Nevada. Sure, I could tell you how my family was, or how my friends coped to the end of the world (Spoiler: they died), but I feel none of you care about that. Instead, you probably want to hear about that zombie that managed to latch itself onto my side window. Unfortunately for him, I always kept a special revolver within arms reach for just these occasions, which led to him being splattered on the pavement at over a hundred miles an hour.

Oh, and it deserves mentioning that, in this case, "special" is shorthand for "modified to fire shotgun shells".

What? It works. Don't judge me. I didn't just learn how to modify cars, after all.

Speaking of cars, there were quite a lot blocking off the entrance to the city. Naturally, I only sped up as the song reached its ending.

If nothing else, I was going to make one hell of an entrance.

"Are you sure this is a good idea, Twilight?"

"Of course, Spike! I've been wondering where that batch of Poison Joke went for months, and if I don't see where it ended up now, I'll never get over it."

"But do you really have to teleport yourself to it? I mean, there's all kinds of things that could go wrong-"

"-and I thought of almost all of them, Spike. Trust me, I know what I'm doing."

"Alright, fine, but can I go with you? I want to see where you zapped those plants."

"Well, that would take more effort, but I'm sure I can handle it. I'm sure that where we're going is not that different from Equestria, anyway. What's the worst that could happen?"

Twilight lit up her horn, and both her and her assistant vanished in a flash of light. Next Chapter: Sin City Estimated time remaining: 18 Minutes