TG Race Week 1 Day 3c “Oakkkkkkk lahoma!” Alternate Ending
BOOM! The van shakes nearly tipping over as zombie parts hit the windows on one side. The van rights itself but continues to rock. He looks to her, “They are trying to tip us over!”
“What do we do?”
His eyes light up, “I’ve got an idea. It won’t work for long … Get me the last vial of the green goo and get to the driver’s seat.”
“Yes, Doc!” She scrambles there quickly.
He loads the gun. “Extend-o-wheels!” She hits the button while cringing at the name. She is pressed into the seat as they elevate into the air. He opens the floor board and fires down.
BOOM! Tracey feels the car sink a little lower as the explosion pushes the wheels apart a little. “Yes, the zombies are further away. But we have to get out of here now.”
Tracey looks around and sees they are still surrounded. Two more pies hit the group and two more butts grow and crush the zombies legs. Then it hits her. “I’ve got it! Switch with me!”
She jumps up and digs through the cabinet. He sits in the seat. She pulls out a large pistol type gun and a suction cup on a rope. She loads one into the other, rises, and fires at the top of a nearby building up ahead in the road.
It sticks. It sucks. And she ties the rope off on a hook on the roof. “Extend-o-wheels,” she calls back. The rope tightens as the wheels come up to the van. The van swings toward the building. “Again! And hit the brakes!” The vehicles stops before hitting the building. “Crap! I forgot the disengage.” She ducks down into the bus and gets into the cabinet. SPLOOOK! The van shakes a little.
Tracey pushes the button on the remote and passes the doctor on her way out. “Get ready to do it again.” She pops up and sees a face down pie and another brown fox. She unties the rope, pulls it back, and fires it again. “Again!” The van swings forward again.
“Tracey, Stop!”
“What? Why?”
He lowers the vehicle to the ground. “That!” He points to a glowing red thing hovering in mid-air.
“What is it,” she asks while the zombies start surrounding them again.
“Must be a trap. Radioactive is my guess since it is glowing.”
“What do we do?”
“I’ve got an idea.” He hands her the three nozzle gun. “Try to keep them at bay, but don’t move the van any closer.” She fires into the crowd. SPLOOK! A female zombie starts turning into a male zombie and starts dancing and taking off what’s left of its clothes.
“Yuck! I think I’d rather hit them than see that.”
He’s back pulling her down to get there himself. He takes the gun. “You got another of those bathtub plug rockets?”
“No, I only had one.”
“Well, these will have to do then. Get ready to move us.” He loads two black tubes into the gun and fires at the floating, glowing red thing. They hit as the van starts to rock. The black starts to coat the red and then coat the black until the red is no longer visible. Finally he loads the last vial filled with shiny black liquid. He takes aim as best as he can while the van is tipping back and forth and fires. It misses. No, it scratches the bottom of the black floating thing. “Move us now,” He dives back down. She climbs up. “Let’s hope all that covering is enough.”
“Now!” He reaches up from the floor and hits the extend wheels button. “Now!” He hits it again as he gets up into the seat. He slams on the brakes and waits. SPLOOK! “Custard?!? Not now!” She tastes some and grumbles, “Awww, and it’s not even pineapple flavor.”
BOOOOM!
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Everything is black. “What happened,” Tracey moans to herself.
“Tracey?”
“Doc? Where are you?”
His voice has a confused tone to it, “I don’t know, but I must be next to you because I feel the vibrations of your voice.”
“Me too. I wonder what happened …”
“It must have had something to do with that red glowing, hovering bomb.”
Outside, a hot pink, fluorescent green, and bright yellow pregnant dragon lifts into the air to get away from the zombies. As it flies out of the city, it sees several vehicles travelling quickly. It decides to follow them.
And then they stop by some hills with some letters on it. Being a dragon with the mind of a Volkswagen, it can’t read what it says. But this it does know, all that effort flying here has sped up the birth pains. It finds a patch of grass and starts grunting. Several baby dragons come out.
Finally a strawberry yellow baby dragon slides out followed by another with brown with gray spot scales. The redish one looks to the other, ((Doc? Is that you?))
The brownish one cocks its head to one side, ((Tracey?))
They both have a short dragon chuckle. ((I guess we’d better get changed back before the next race.))
((Agreed.)) He looks to the brightly colored parent dragon nursing the other baby dragons, ((Unfortunately, the nearest change machine is in there.))
((I guess we’d better fly back to the lab then and use the one there.))
((Indeed.)) With effort and practice the two baby dragons launch into the air and fly in an north easterly direction.
The Tracey dragon smiles, ((I just hope we find another vehicle.))