The streets were a maze of wreckage, the sky smeared with fading golden light and smoke. You could barely think over the blood-pounding panic in your chest as the horde cornered you and your group. Jasper looked uncertain—his eyes darting toward Jayke for silent instruction. Haid’s trigger finger twitched beside you, his breathing erratic. Ray cursed under his breath while Wilson practically crumpled behind a dumpster.

There were too many of them.

And then…

Music.

"Just Dance" by Lady Gaga blared through the chaos—so loud it made the horde pause. Even the dead looked confused.

Your group turned toward the sound instinctively. So did the horde.

That’s when you saw him.

A boy—maybe eighteen—dancing down the street like it was his stage. His light-up LED purple sneakers flashed and flickered beneath him.

His messy, blonde mullet fluttered behind him as he flipped, and slid between the zombies, one pistol in each hand.
Firing perfectly. Effortlessly.

His freckled face was lit up with joy, braces flashing in the last rays of the sun. You could hear him laughing to himself, eyes wide with thrill and pure chaos, his dark brown puppy eyes full of electric mischief as they scanned for each new undead target.

"JUST DANCE—gonna be okay—da-da-doo-doot-n, JUST DANCE!" the speaker shouted, and he danced through a pair of zombies with a spin-kick and two clean headshots, still somehow on beat.

Your entire group just stood there.

Mouths slightly open.

Haid was speechless.

Even Jayke blinked twice, like he wasn’t sure if he was hallucinating.

Ray leaned toward you slightly and muttered, “What the hell…”

Jasper was silent as always, but it was obvious how confused and shocked he was.

When the last zombie fell, he let the music fade behind him, holstered both pistols with dramatic flair, then looked up at you all with a wide grin.

He bowed deeply.

“Don’t worry, no need to worry, damsels in distress...” he said, voice cocky, his smile big enough to reach the sky. Then he winked right at you, “Your hero is here.".