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MR_INVINCIBLE could have stopped the infection. He was the only hero on the team with impenetrable skin. He had suffered a complete nervous breakdown and collapsed when his fiancé, a news reporter, standing outside the lab where his super hero team was fighting the super villain known as Sinister. She was mauled to death before his eyes and on national TV.

After the mauling on TV, every country in the world had begun to take precautions against the zombie infection and for many it was too late.

My name is Ava Anderson, I was 10 years old when the zombie apocalypse occurred in San Jose in 2015, and this is my story of how a super villain saved my life and ended the zombie apocalypse.

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I was never late for school.

My mom and dad commuted together to their jobs in downtown San Jose. The freeway was more crowded than usual this morning and extremely backed up. We arrived about an hour late. The streets were overflowing with people. My parents were so busy with their work that they rarely listened to the news or read the papers. Apparently, some type of super flu was killing people…and after they died, they returned as flesh eating zombies.

I remember that day vividly. The sun was shining and it was the perfect day. My mom and dad were too busy talking politics to notice the absence of the crossing guard, safety patrol officer, and principal that usually moved traffic along in the front of my school. Mom and dad got out to open the back of our Toyota Highlander so that I could get my science project out. I could hear them talking as I unbuckled myself still listening to my Ipod Shuffle. The last thing I remember hearing from my parents was a shriek from mom. The safety patrol officer Chip had bitten dad in the neck. Blood was gushing everywhere. I took my ear buds out just as mom was attacked by 5 first graders covered in blood. I was stunned with fear. I climbed back into our Toyota Highlander and closed the door. In a matter of minutes there was nothing left of mom and dad. I could not believe my eyes both my parents were killed in a matter of seconds.

I was stunned with fear until the principal Mrs. Grady appeared outside my door. Half her face had been eaten off. She was peering through the tinted windows looking at me. I fell backward with fear. I climbed back over the seat and sat between the pillars of the car between the 2nd row of seating and the 3rd row of seating. I covered myself in our camping blanket and cried uncontrollably for what felt like a hours.

There were no adults left at the school. Just infected kids wondering around. Nightfall came and I slept in the car. I was able to drink water from our weekend camping trip and eat the remainder of our snacks. When the sun came up I peered out the window and the dead were walking all around the car. I had no chance to escape. I had no idea what to do. I ended up staying in the car about a day. The dead continued to surround the car, 5 deep and I had no chance to get out.

It was nearly night when I heard the sound of something landing in the parking lot. I peered out the tinted windows but could not see anyone. I heard the gun fire, it was like nothing I had ever hear. The shots were loud and occurred fast one after another. I covered my ears as I peered out the tinted window. Outside I could see a dark figure, sort of like Batman or Ironman. He moved fast, shots rang out from his automatic pistol in all directions. He moved so quickly I saw him level his pistol and quickly aim at the mass of zombies. I saw 5 zombies fall to this hail of perfectly aimed headshots. One rapid succession after another. He was drawing the zombies to him and us with his gunfire. Was he crazy or what? Why would someone come out here and risk their life for me. The sound of the shooting changed as I heard his other weapon charge up and he began shooting what I think was his battle rifle. This weapon was a little slower but the rounds went through 2-5 zombies. He was killing zombies left and right but I thought there were too many. After he cleared out a little room I watched him toss small bombs at the approaching zombies. In rapid succession, they exploded creating large holes in the pavement where the zombies were standing.

About 5 minutes later, 5 black robots in similar looking armor landed. All 5 robots landed around me. They all placed massive looking cannons on the grounds. The black figure was shooting the zombies as quickly as they approached. The black robots set up their massive mini guns. They placed them on the ground and turned them on. The guns were deafening. Each gun had huge ammo storage bins attached to them. Once on, they began to fire automatically. Each gun targeted a zombie and left a huge whole where their brain used to be. They were mowing down zombies left and right.

He tossed a couple of grenades, round bombs that burst into flame when they hit the zombies, and sticky looking bombs. The black sticky bombs were tossed farther away at the approaching zombies. He would toss a black bomb and it would stick to a zombies head. The thunderous sound of explosions was deafening. It seemed like more and more zombies were drawn to him. When a zombie got to close he would reach out with this armored hand and either crush it’s skull or hurtle it into the others.

As the sun set, I could see his silhouette of black armor, with a red visor and black cape. He was big, fast, armored, and incredibly powerful. After what seemed like hours, the gunfire, grenades, and fire bombs stopped.

I heard a gentle knocking on my window. It was the guy in the black armor. Up close, I could make out his lower face. The top part of his face was covered in armor and up close I could make out the skull and crossbones on this armor. That did not seem like any super hero logo I had ever seen.

I opened the door and talked to him as he scanned the area. There must have been 100-200 dead zombies surrounding the car. He had killed them all.

The back of his cape was black except for a while jolly roger, like a pirate flag. It suddenly occurred to me that he was not a hero. I remember reading about him online. He was one of the most wanted super villains in the country. He spoke to me with an amplified voice, he must have some type of device that made his voice sound like a lion’s growl. He said something to the effect that help is on the way. Minutes later, as he stood guard and scanned the area a National Guard helicopter landed and airlifted me to the safe zone. I looked down on the figure in black. His black visor with a red horizontal stripe peered up at me as we took off. Looking down I could see all the zombies he had killed.

How do you thank someone who risked their life to save you from certain death? I didn't know what to do so I blew him a kiss. He raised his hand and gave me a thumbs up.

When I landed in the safe zone, my rescuers told me that I had been saved by "The Evil Overlord". I honestly knew very little about him. From that moment on, I spent my life fascinated by the man in black. Before the zombie infection he had been a super villain and after it he saved the world. I studied everything I could read about him online. Every incident he showed up to afterward was reported online and I plastered pictures of him all over my room.

I never personally got a chance to thank my “Evil” guardian angel. Thank you for saving my life.

This is Ava Anderson, reporting for Nightline.

 

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