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"Thanks for driving me home," said Splitter, riding in the front of an army jeep, "I had no idea how I'd get there." Archangel looked up in the mirror at his passenger. "Don't mention it," he responded, his smirk hidden behind his flowing hair. Splitter sighed, and rested his head back. His eyes drifted off towards the night sky, and...

Splitter blinked, as his hand pointed towards a shining light in the sky nearby. Archangel's eyes followed, and he immediately recognised what it was. The jeep swerved to the right, and drove through a family of trees. Not long after, they found themselves in a quite large clearing. Archangel stopped, and turned around to look again.

It was still there, but now a lot closer. Right now, it was evidently an army helicopter, with none other than the sniper hanging out the window. Archangel jumped back into his seat, as he slammed down on the pedal. The jeep sped through the clearing, and then into another group of trees - this time, for a lot longer.

The jeep raced on. Splitter looked back, and observed the now empty sky behind them. "It's gone!" he cried, turning back around to be faced with... the helicopter. Archangel looked up, startled, and saw the sniper ready to strike.

He gasped.

"Oh my God... it's-"

*bang*

Archangel's arms slid off the steering wheel, and his face rested roughly on the horn, as the loud alarm echoed all around. Splitter looked up to see the sniper's helicopter fleeing. He grabbed at the steering wheel, but before he could reach it...

*clunch*

...it was too late. The jeep slammed into a tree, and burst into flames...

The next day...

The news had spread about the death of Archangel and Splitter. Everybody gathered in the center of the town for a memorial service... well, almost everybody. Several members stood up, and gave a short speech.

"_____? It's your turn to give a speech." Looks were tossed around, as _____, the next speaker, was nowhere in sight.

"IT WAS MEEEEEEEEEE!"

The voice of a ravenous girl echoed all around. Everybody turned around, and looked up at the clocktower. Upon the clocktower stood none other than a girl with a sniper rifle. Walking Dead.

She stood on the ledge of the railing. In her hand was a remote, with a single button. It was clear what she intended to do.

A smirk spread across the girl's face.

"Goodbye, SRC."

Her finger met with the button, and the ground beneath the town began to shake. All of the members began screaming and running in various directions. At that exact moment, the ground erupted, and out intruded a large, firey blast. It was a bomb. The blast engulfed all of the members, and the clocktower began to shake. Walking Dead turned to look up at the sky, at the clouds drifting by. Her grin turned into a smile, as the clocktower collapsed. The walls slowly fell, and the girl followed...

Screaming, panic, and then... silence. Nobody spoke, nobody moved. Nobody existed. The town of SRC was no more...