A freakin' Tiger tank!

You both find yourselves staring down the barrel of Tiger tank at the end of the street.

You grab the wheel and yank, sending the Humvee careening into a dumpster. The tank fires and the shell goes flying by and into the perusing zombie.

There's an explosion and it lurches backwards and falls over.

"Tell me you're on our side," Betty shouts to the Tiger tank.

A hatch opens and a man sticks his head out.

"Thank God! We thought we were the only ones left," he shouts.

"We have a camp nearby. We were out looking for more survivors!" you shout back.

He stares for a second and then extends a hand to help you up onto the hull of the tank.

The Humvee's totally trashed. Smoke pours out from under the crumpled hood.

"What's your story," Betty asks the tank's commander.

"My company was attacked on our way to reinforce the capital. I think we're all that's left," he replies.

"What are you waiting for? Let's get out of here," you shout.

"Yeah. We could definitely use your firepower back at camp," Betty agrees.

"Alright, buckle up," the tank commander says.

The Tiger tank begins to roll forward. You and Betty hold on as best you can. You pass a trio of shambling corpses. One is decently dressed, in fact he looks like an office worker. The second is a police officer, while the third is a homeless person.

The tank commander sprays them all down with his heavy machinegun. The tank rolls on, leaving the corpses behind.

It turns a corner, and that's when you see the horde; a veritable sea of flesh. You raise your M16 to fire.

"Don't bother," Betty says and the Tiger tank begins to crush them with impunity.

The corpses are crushed and shredded, but the remainder aren't deterred. They continue to crowd around the tank, bumping into the tracks and being pulled under.

"Alright, you bastards!" the tank commander shouts. "I'll Crush You All!"

By the time all is said and done with, the entire tank is caked with blood and guts.

"I think that's all of them," the tank commander says. "We can do this all over again tomorrow if we have to."

You and Betty look at each other.

"No thanks," you say.

"I need a drink after this," she says.

You nod towards an intact looking liqueur store, "Shall we?"

"Sure," she replies.

You both hop down and run to the store. It's not exactly a world of decadence and depravity but you do eye a bottle of scotch on a shelf. It's very expensive and very old.

"Let's get it," you say.

You grab the bottle and take it to the counter. The mostly eaten store owner's corps lays on the floor in a heap behind the register.

"I guess this one's on the house," Betty says, joining you with a bottle in each hand.

"Fantastic," you say.

You both head outside and sit on the Tiger tank's turret together, drinking the bottle of scotch as it pulls away.

"Ah, that hits the spot," she says.

"We should do this more often," you reply.

"I agree," she says and puts your hand on her leg.

You both laugh drunkenly as the tank pulls into camp.

As it slows to a stop, Captain Pacco walks up to the guts ridden tank, wide eyed.

"What happened?" he asks.

"We wrecked the Humvee," you say and you and Betty are overcome by another bout of drunken laughter.

Despite your inebriation, you manage to explain the events of the day to Captain Pacco.

"Jesus Christ, I send you two out to look for survivors and you bring back a Tiger tank," he says.

"What can I say? We make a pretty good team," Betty says.

"Indeed," Captain Pacco replies.

"We'll get it cleaned up and use it to help eliminate any large groups that gather."

"Sounds like a good plan," you say.

Captain Pacco looks at you approvingly.

"You're dismissed," he says. "Rest up."

You get up and stagger off towards the hotel.

"Hey," Betty says, catching up to you. "You're a pretty fun guy."

"You're not so bad yourself," you reply.

You both laugh and she hugs you and kisses you on your cheek before taking off.