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Micro grew up fascinated by the dozens of RC cars her older brother Chip would race around the yard or down the street. By the time Chip was entering competitions, it was with Micro entering right alongside. She was a fierce competitor and an expert RC driver. Whether they were using cars, trucks, boats, planes, or even drones, she handled them better than competitors twice her age.
The first time she saw a zombie, it was trying to smash its way through the backyard sliding glass door. It gnashed its blood-soaked teeth against the glass smearing ichor down the window. She screamed as her mother grabbed her to rush her to the garage, hoping to make it to the family sedan. She heard the glass break, followed by the shouts of her father just as her mother opened the door to the attached two-car garage. It had been left open and had another mouth gnashing creature inside it. Her mom slammed the door shut and ran for the stairs, pushing Micro the whole way. As Micro got to the first step, the thing from the kitchen grabbed her mother. Her mother fought, yelling for Micro to run. She did. She ran into her room, slamming the door shut. She began pushing her dresser in front of the door, hoping it would keep the creatures at bay. Hot tears streamed down her face as she heard the final gasp of her mother.
She made her way to the window, throwing open the curtains covered in anime characters that she had begged her parents for. What she saw outside was Hell on Earth. People ran from their houses trying to load up their cars as creatures violently attacked, some slow, others incredibly fast. She turned as she heard the stairs creek under the weight of what could only be the undead. She looked around her room for anything she could use to survive. Her eyes stopped on a gas-powered RC monster truck. She grabbed it and the controller and made her way onto the roof. She steadied herself, flicked the switch on the truck, and dropped it to the ground, bouncing its beefed-up shocks held up. She turned on the controller, and it was off to the races. The motion of the truck grabbed the attention of all the undead in earshot.
By the time her brother made it home from the National Guard Base, Micro had outfitted several RC vehicles with various knives and implements of destruction. Using them to cut the Achilles tendons of all the roaming undead she could.
Since then, she and Chip have amassed a mighty army of RC vehicles drones of all types, including military drones. They use them to secure ten square blocks in the area they call "The Racetrack."
"O, woe be the day the enemy descends, mourn we will, for the sake of all that's holy in this universe....
... 'cause the Alley Viper Corps is gonna fuck it ALL up!" - NFC
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