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Chapter 24 (or whatever, I lost count)
Salvation
As the zombie crisis grew and all hope seemed lost, gun owners across the land decided to rise up and take back their beloved country.
75 million freedom loving American gun owners took out their 200 million privately owned and legal guns and blasted every zombie they saw, sending the unholy horde back to hell, or as it is more commonly known, Washington D.C.
The sheeple that were left over, along with the whimpering anti-gun, birkenstock wearing hippie crowd, were left to fend for themselves in the countryside, eating tofu, drinking wheatgrass juice, and using windmills to power their hovel, which meant they were in the dark quite often.
The gun owners built themselves a new country full of freedom and promises and governed themselves with minimal official government, the way the Founding Fathers intended, and it was good.
As the sun set across the new, free America, a decrepit and rotting shape shambles out of the remnants of Air Force One... what once was Claire Damon takes a look around... lets out a groan... and promptly gets the other half of her head blown off by a band of free citizens.
The End.
