The battle was intense. Wave after wave of zombies came at the survivors, but in the end, intelligence prevailed. With ingenious weapons and traps laid in strategic locations, the few were able to drive back the many.
Over the clamor of gunshots, shouts, and falling corpses, one voice rang out clear: "We are Making History this night! This is truly the War of the World!" It was Tronak, who was setting fire to the nearest undead.
As the first rays of dawn broke over the horizon, the last of the zombies fell. Cheers of victory could be heard all around the globe. The menace had been defeated! And now it was time for the long and messy job of cleaning up the mess.
The T.E.C. 3001 robot, an invention of Stabbymcstabstab, was employed to collect and stack the corpses. It took nearly a day, but the bonfires lit up the sky. Even as night fell and the instinctive fear of the darkness arose in every survivor, these bright beacons of re-death brought them comfort and hope. The worst truly was over.
In the weeks that followed, the survivors tried to start anew. A new Out of the Park Baseball club, headed by TripJack, was one of the first signs of normalcy.
Around the corner, the first restaurant, Cook, Serve, Delicious!, was opened by Iceblaster.
Bit by bit, normalcy returned. It would be many years before the world would be the same again, but maybe that was for the best. The survivors hoped that humankind had finally learned not to engineer highly contagious deadly diseases for use as biological weapons, especially during game giveaways. At least for the foreseeable future, the scientists would have bigger fish to fry, anyway.
Meanwhile, mostly forgotten and hidden away in the windowless bunker that had become her new home, Sappho sat in front of her computer on a Thursday night, anxiously pressing the F5 button on her keyboard. In her arms she cradled a dirty, broken microphone.
Passers-by sometimes claimed to hear strange sounds coming from that bunker, like ghostly feedback. But people just rolled their eyes at them, patted them on the shoulder, and said, "Suuuure you did." It had been a difficult war, after all. A little ringing of the ears was nothing to worry about.