Freddy stared in shock at the rolling zombies.
What the hell was going on?
Had the people in the real world evolved into this?
Before he could figure it out, the zombies had completely surrounded him. They lunged forward with hungry roars.
Freddy's claws flashed on instinct. Two more bodies were torn apart, spraying blue-green pus all over his face and striped sweater.
"Pfft! Pfft!"
He spat out the foul liquid, looking like he'd just swallowed raw sewage.
These things weren't even alive. They had no fear. No souls. Nothing he could feed on.
They were just mindless at puppets driven by pure hunger.
"Get the fuck off , you soulless garbage!"
Freddy roared and spun like a blender, slicing zombies into chunks. But for every one he dropped, two more took its place.
He was trapped in a sea of rotting bodies, unable to break free.
On the other side of the street, Luke and Jason were locked in a brutal fight.
Shotgun blasts only staggered Jason for a second. The deep wounds closed almost instantly, pushing the pellets out like they were nothing.
Jason's strength and regeneration were even more terrifying than they'd been in the woods.
"Son of a bitch. This guy leveled up."
Luke backed up fast, reloading on the move.
He glanced at Freddy, now buried under the zombie horde, and an idea flashed through his mind.
The enemy of my enemy… still an enemy, but right now it was an opportunity.
From the truck bed the old lady shouted urgently.
"Those are Vera's creations! Crude voodoo. They have no souls—just bloodlust and instinct!"
Lionel looked through the shattered windshield and spotted his mother in the middle of the horde. She seed to be leading them, grabbing and biting at Freddy whenever she could.
Lionel squeezed his eyes shut, voice tight.
"At least she got what she always wanted… bossing people around."
The girl beside him didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She just held him tighter.
Luke had no ti for teenage drama. He looked at Freddy drowning in zombies, then at Jason closing in, and made a split-second decision.
"Everybody hold on!"
He kicked Jason hard in the knee, knocking the big man off balance, then sprinted back to the driver's seat.
The engine roared back to life on the third try.
Luke threw it into reverse and stomped the gas. The truck shot backward.
Jason charged after them, eyes locked on Luke.
Freddy finally clawed his way out of the zombie pile, covered head to toe in sticky blue-green sli. When he saw Luke trying to escape—and Jason chasing him—he exploded with rage.
"You goddamn bastard! You're not getting away!"
Freddy sprinted after them too.
For one insane mont, two of the most famous slashers in movie history were chasing the sa beat-up pickup truck down the street.
Luke didn't panic. A cold smile spread across his face.
He yanked the wheel hard, tires screaming as the truck spun around.
"Hold on tight!"
He floored it and aid straight at both monsters.
Boom!
The impact launched Freddy and Jason into the air. They crashed right into the middle of the zombie horde.
Limbs and pus flew in every direction.
Luke's brand-new truck looked like it had been through a war. The hood was crumpled, black smoke poured from the engine, and after a few weak coughs the truck finally died.
"Son of a bitch…"
Luke stared at his ruined pickup and felt actual pain in his chest.
In the back, Lionel and his girlfriend were white-faced. The old lady gripped the side rail like it was the only thing keeping her alive.
Outside, the street had turned into pure chaos.
Jason climbed to his feet like nothing had happened. He looked around at the zombies swarming him, completely unfazed.
One zombie lunged. Jason backhanded it so hard its head was driven straight into its chest cavity.
Freddy's situation was much worse.
He'd barely pulled himself out of the pile when several severed zombie arms latched onto him and refused to let go.
"Get off! Get the fuck off !"
He thrashed and slashed, blue-green pus flying everywhere, ruining his already disgusting sweater even more.
He looked like a piece of candy that had fallen into a toilet and now had flies all over it.
Jason clearly considered Freddy a target now. He shoved zombies aside and marched straight toward him, tearing any that got in his way clean in half.
For a few glorious minutes the quiet little town beca the stage for an all-out three-way slaughter between a dream demon, an undead killing machine, and a horde of voodoo zombies.
Luke watched the madness in the rearview mirror and knew it wouldn't last.
Once Jason finished with Freddy and the zombies, he'd co straight back for them.
They needed a permanent solution.
He turned to the three people in the truck.
"I need sothing that can hold a lot of water. The bigger the better. And it needs to move."
The old lady and the girl were still too shaken to answer.
Lionel, however, looked surprisingly clear-headed through the terror.
He pointed toward the center of town with a trembling hand.
"Fire truck… there's one at the fire station in the middle of town!"
Luke's eyes lit up.
A fire truck.
It was perfect. Massive water tank. High-pressure hose. And it could drive.
Exactly what they needed—a mobile holy-water cannon.
"Good thinking, kid."
Luke clapped Lionel on the shoulder, then twisted the key again. After several coughs the engine finally roared back to life.
"Everybody hold on!"
He spun the wheel and floored it, swerving around the raging battle and heading straight for the fire station.
The truck rolled over a stray zombie with a sickening crunch, but nobody had ti to care.
Freddy finally broke free of the horde and tried to chase after them—only to take a massive punch to the back of the head.
He turned around.
Jason's hockey mask stared back at him.
"You brainless idiot! Our real enemy is the ranger!"
Jason's answer was another sledgehamr fist straight to Freddy's face.
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