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Just a few hours after we returned to the safehouse, we discovered that the Green Smurfs who survived the outbreak in their colony had cleared our Smurf Village of smurf zombies. As the green gas dissipates, the green smurfs built a makeshift wall 25 cm high around the village. With access to the nearby source of water blocked off, we rely on the only well in the village for drinking water at the moment.

The green smurfs were kind enough to escort all of us back home, we've forgotten how benevolent they were since Dexter turned rouge. Everysmurf was still frightened by the green smurfs until they saw the captured zombies of their brothers rounded up for them.

"With all do respect," said Dashie as she handed Papa Smurf an SIR rifle mod, "We gathered your undead smurfs for you to put down, since they trusted and loved you in life so it seems fair that you take care of them and no one else.

Papa Smurf reluctantly took the rifle and faced the smurf zombies. They had been placed in a cage and were trying to reach out for the nearby green and sky blue smurfs nearby in an effort to eat them.

He aimed the rifle at the undead smurfs, I watched as he was shaking the rifle with anxiety. It's obvious that he doesn't want to do it, and so put down the rifle. "I can't do it," he admitted, "I spent 150 years raising and nurturing these smurfs, I don't want to kill any of them. Zombie or living, they're still my little smurfs regardless."

"We understand Paps," said Chernov, "All these smurf zombies are my family as well, and so it was hard to kil them. I have to realize one thing, they aren't smurfs anymore. They're just husk of the former, controlled by the Gray Fly so that its offspring can live. The Gray Fly understands our pain, but it has no choice to use our species as a host in order for theirs to survive."

"You want me to do it for you Papa Smurf?" I asked him.

"Go ahead," he said as he handed me the rifle, "I don' wanna look."

Instead of the rifle, I used my pants and pulled out a captured Gray Fly inside a glass jar. I dropped the rifle and simply through it at the zombie's cage, they all began having seizures before their heads exploded all over the place.

As they drop to the ground, Dashie seemed impress. "Nice move," she said, "We are running low on ammo anyway so it was smart using the very fly that caused their demise to their disadvantage."

"Yeah," I muttered, "I'll bury them all, first I'll burn them before mixing their ashes into the soil. It will kill the Gray Fly larvae in their systems, preventing another zombie outbreak."

I simply burned them at the spot, burned them until they're literally reduced to ashes. All the smurfs stood by as I mixed their ashes in the soil near the cage, I spread a coat of grass seed before stepping off the burial site. "Any kind words?" asked Chernov.

"I have a few," I answered as I stare at the burial site, "I'm glad that their torment has ended. They're now fully dead, lets hope they won't come back."

A few green smurfs chuckle at the joke, I then turned around and walked away. "Where you going Brainy?" asked Hefty.

"Home," I said, "So I could organized my thoughts."

I spent a few weeks rewriting all my encyclopedias and how-to manuals, I even wrote a zombie survival guide manual which is very popular among the smurfs. I soon published a new volume of Quotations which contains inspiring quotes from various smurfs including Dexter, Chernov, Papa Smurf, and me of course. My new books were soon a major hit which helped fueled the boom of the smurfs' bartering economy.

I soon discovered that the zombie repellent I made actually retards the zombification process, with the help of Chernov we managed to make the drug Zombrex which is quite expensive. Fellow green smurfs has taken liberty to produce the synthetic version of the drug, despite various green smurfs, sky blue smurfs, and even Chernov claimed that it only delays the inevitable. A cure for zombification is years away.

For now, I enjoy my new found fame. The smurfs talked about me for weeks non-stop, it is something I've always dreamed of in a long time. However, even my celebrity status cannot change the fact that the Gray Fly is still out there, waiting to strike once more. When that day comes, I'll be ready this time. If Chernov doesn't fry my brain again.

THE END!