Author Note: I have been thinking about a story about the boys father but I don't know how to start it yet.

I do not own Duck Tales.

Enjoy!

"Y-Your firing me?"

He couldn't believe it.

After 5 years of working for peanuts, Scrooge McDuck was firing him.

"Launchpad... I know this is hard" said the Duck. "However, I don't think we have any work left for you"

Not since Della Duck returned and filled in his driver's position.

And unlike him, she did not crash.

What hurt more was that this was happening within days after he helped save the earth from an invasion.

"Mr McD, please don't fire me. If you want me to be like Della, I can be. I can even dress like her" he said.

However, Scrooge continued to look at him with sad eyes.

They both knew he wouldn't survive out there, he was too stupid to do any job correctly.

And yet the man was still letting him go.

However what did he expect?

This was the same man who was ready to replace him with a robot not that long ago.

He flopped into the chair and got up, he walked out and headed to his room, his heart was in his throat as he began to pack his stuff, the house was silent, he could feel eyes but he didn't dare cry.

Everything was a blur as he finished and left, through the haze he found himself walking down the path to the bus stop.

He sat down on the green bench.

He had nowhere to go, no one to come get him.

He opened his phone and scrolled through his contacts, almost everybody on there we're people living in the McDuck mansion.

He decided to put his hands in fate and call Oceania but as expected his ex wasn't picking up, she was most likely still running.

The blue bus appeared and stopped in front of him.

He must have looked downright pitiful to make the bus stop.

"Are you heading anywhere?" Said the female driver, opening the door.

"No..." He said. "I don't have anywhere to go. I used to have one but I was fired"

"Ooh, tough break," said the driver, before the woman said. "Why don't you hop in and I'll take you to a shelter?"

Really?

"Really? Thanks" he said, getting on.

At least he knew what that was, he had been camped out many times in front of it before he met Mr McD.

He sat down on a blue chair and looked out of the window.

Out of the window was the very mansion that he had been fortunate enough to live in.

He wanted so hard to be one of the gang, to be a reliable source but this is how it ended after all.

It turns out he was still the most expandable.

The bus drove away and he was too sad and too stupid to notice that even though they were on a bus route in the middle of the day, there was nobody waiting for the bus at all of the 9 bus stops they passed.

He then heard.

"We're here," said the driver.

He saw the line for the shelter right in front of him, he would recognise the despair anywhere.

"Thank you," he said, before walking off the bus and then he went to the back of the line, he could smell the sweat and tears in the air, cars we're honking from behind, judging eyes followed him from those walking passed.

His days of having the good life were over and now he was going to have to wait here and hope the tasteless food gets passed to him anytime today.

He looked at his phone again and saw that nobody had texted him, not even Dewey.

Nobody cared.

"Next!" He heard.

He looked to find that he was miraculously in front of the line.

"Huh, how did that happen?" He said, before saying. "I lost my job. Can I stay here for a while?"

The duck on the other end looked uninterested but let him in.

He walked in.

The smell of desperation, the coldness and the suspicious people was what hit him the most when he entered the large room.

Some of them did not look friendly at all and from past experiences, he knew that they were the ones that would beat the stuffing out of him and steal his stuff.

He swallowed but kept walking, he found an empty bed sat down on it and hugged his box tight, there was no way he was going to lose his Darkwing Duck stuff here.

It was the only thing keeping hope in his heart right now.

And then he saw it.

A bird who looked increasingly sick.

The guy was sweating and coughing, his eyes were red and he was shivering.

Seeing this Bird, people either leaned away or pretended not to see.

So him having a good heart, he got up and asked the guy if he was okay.

"Yeah, thanks for the concern," said the guy. "But I can't afford to go to the Doctor. So I just plan to sweat this all out"

Not everybody had a billionaire on speed dial.

But still.

He watched as the guy had no problem finding a bed and sat down and shivered.

The guy really didn't look good.

He walked to his box, grabbed it and then walked to the guy before taking out his Darkwing Duck blanket and body pillow before handing it over.

"Here, you clearly need it more than me," he said. "I can just sleep on the regular bed no problem"

The guy stunned before he began tearing up and saying. "Thanks this has got to be the nicest thing anybody has ever done for me. I've been alone my whole life and nobody batted an eye"

"Well everybody needs somebody." He said. "Even if they're sick"

It was unclear if he knew the other guy was most likely dying or not.

"Well, thanks," said the guy, before the guy said. "And if..and this is a big if. If there is a chance that I don't pull through, can you do me one simple request?"

"Well, as long as their no money involved because I'm broke I'm fine with it," he said.

"No. I always wanted a family" said the guy stunning him. "Even if it's fake. Can you pretend to be my family? I always wanted a brother"

He blinked very strange request but okay.

"Well, I don't see why not." He said. "Nice to meet you, brother"

And then he could have sworn, something weird just happened then.

"I'll be right over there if you need me," he said, and then he walked to the bed he came from and sat down, he didn't care for the looks he was getting.

Clearly, the guy was dying, why risk catching the sickness.

However he was determined to watch over the guy, even if he got beat up, he wanted to see the guy pull through.

However, the staff were notified of somebody possibly dying in one of their beds.

And as he watched the duck, his vision began to turn red and he rubbed his eyes to get rid of it but he didn't know that the redness didn't come from his eyes but from the sky outside.

The next thing he knew, he was opening his eyes to the sound of slurping.

He sat up and saw horror.

Somebody was chewing on the spine of another person not that far from him.

He froze.

And this wasn't the only horrific scene.

There seemed to be a small herd of pale and strange looking people making their way through sleeping people and eating them.

One person stopped eating and the guy who's neck was almost missing, began to rise, the hand rocking back and forth at unnatural angles.

The person began to walk slowly to another sleeping person.

He had seen enough scary movies to know he needed to get out now.

Zombies.

Real-life Zombies.

However he made the mistake of running for the door to his right, the Zombies noticed and suddenly their sluggish movements became a full-on sprint.

And just like that, his fear went from 100 to a million immediately.

This was not how this was supposed to go down!

He managed to make it to outside, only to see strange-looking people turn around and then sprint towards him as well.

Who gave the zombies cheat codes!?

He needed somewhere safe to run too.

MrMcD mansion!

That place is super buffed up, there was no way zombies could enter there.

But with each new turn, he seemed to attract more Zombies, the fear was stopping him from noticing that anybody breathing was asleep and there was a chance he woke up before everybody else.

His fear produced supernatural stamina that got him to run miles without slowing down.

He managed to get the call box and press the button and yell. "Mr McD open up! It's me, Launchpad!"

But Scrooge McDuck was currently asleep in his office.

Everybody was asleep in the mansion.

He saw the horde.

He knew he had to climb the gate.

He began to climb, he almost reached the top when something grabbed his leg.

He looked down to see the Hord had caught up with him and one had grabbed his leg, he tried to kick it away but that only made it worse.

The cheat zombies began to climb and he as getting pulled down, he was finally yanked down and fell into darkness.

But in that darkness, he heard.

"Brother."

The voice sounded exactly like the sick duck he helped earlier.

He blacked out but he was sure he would never wake up again.

He was sure that his corpse would develop a mind of its own and start haunting people.

However, in the darkness, the red sky became normal colour and those who were sleeping awoke to cheat zombies that had become normal one's.

And to his surprise, he found himself opening his eyes once more.

He found himself staring at a fancy roof just like in the mansion.

Was it a horrible dream?

So he didn't get fired then and the world was fine?

He sat up and turned around only to find that he was not in any room in the mansion he had been in before.

There was a large mirror in here.

In that mirror he saw that he was wearing a white nice suit, his hair was combed back, he even had shoes on but his eyes.

His eyes were dead and lifeless.

That was new.

And then he something delicious hit his nose, he couldn't resist, he just had to find out what it was.

At all cost.

He blacked out again but what knocked him back to his senses was finding the source of this smell.

The smell was coming from a tide up terrified person on a plater.

Bon appetit.

He recoiled in horror.

"It seems somebody finally came to his senses," said, somebody.

He looked up and found that he now in a large dining room and surrounding him were 9 individuals.

Five women and four guys.

He didn't recognise anybody.

For some reason, he sat down in the last chair.

Now that makes ten.

Suddenly all of them felt something force them to look at a balcony and standing there was the Duck that he helped out before.

However the moment the living person felt the person, he went dead still too afraid to move.

The duck jumped down and landed on the carpet and then he walked to the seat at the very top.

"If you figured out that you all met me, then you are correct." Said the duck. "The reason why your here is because every single one of you helped me in my time of need and not for further gain. You all had your own massive problems to deal with and yet you put me first. This is why your here"

This is why Drake Mallard isn't here.

The guy was an actor, had a nice apartment, his only issue was that he wanted to be seen as a real superhero and that was it, it was completely different from somebody who was kicked out of their house with no job in sight and yet still helped somebody.

"Allow me to introduce myself. I am the head of the family. I will be going by the name of Brotis" said Brotis. "Because all agreed to be family, this gave you the ability to wake up in the middle of people turning. However, this is made you attack for Zombies who haven't adjust yet. As zombies, we regained our ability to think and speak. Other Zombies won't bother us, we're basically God-like existences in the Zombie world"

Everybody was stunned.

"Wait a minute," said a woman. "If we're Zombies, won't we just vanish with the rest of the zombies when somebody finds a cure?"

"Now that's the thing," said Brotis. "There is no cure for this"

The duck dropped a huge bombshell on them and as expected they all went into an uproar.

Brotis let them all go into defence mode and when they quieter down the duck said.

"What makes this different is that this isn't Magical," said the Duck. "The earth itself wants to start off from scratch. If there are no living people on earth that means all those dangerous weapons and substances that we're kept in check, will explode and completely kill off everything on the face of the earth. Both living and the dead will perish that's why I want us to create a net between the living and the dead."

Everybody was silent.

"I found you all because the likelihood that you'll all go mad with power is really low. You are the kind of people who can give food to the living and not look at them like second class citizens" said Brotis. "You will make sure to take the steps needed so that you don't infect another human being. However at the same time, you all are still Zombies, sadly you will feel the crave for flesh and a disconnect when it comes to feelings, how do you think Zombies can eat without feeling bad? However, I strongly recommend that you all read about psychology. The most dangerous things on the planet aren't zombies but people. If you can't read them you'll be manipulated into helping them destroy us and everybody in this family. Once every Zombie is gone, the Earth will just find something worse to kill the living with"

The person on the table had fainted, now.

Everybody ignored this.

"Now, we should all introduce each other since we'll be splitting the earth into zones until everything is somewhat functional again. " Said the duck.

And then they began to introduce themselves, some of them didn't quite believe there was no cure for this but Launchpad was thinking about how huge of a help he will be to his former employer.

Truly he could never hate Scrooge or the rest of the gang.

However, how could he show his face to them?

The moment they see his eyes, will be the moment he would be staring down his old employers Kane or one of Webby's knives.

He knew them all pretty well and being in a place with some many living people, what if his self-control wasn't good enough?

His mind began to drift to their arms, how delicious and thin their duck legs looked in the sunlight.

He slapped himself out of it.

"By the way." Said, somebody. "What is with the unconscious guy on a plate?"

Brotis said. "Oh, he's just here to attract all of you here. I found himself asleep in the doorway. I'm pretty sure anybody else who lives or works here has fled. All the roads out of the city are backup up by people fleeing right now"

Oh...

So that's why there was no scent of blood in this house, the guy was the only one here.

"So what do with him, then?" He said. "I feel like if we leave him alone, he's going to get eaten as soon as we leave the house"

His senses we're outstanding, the fence around the home was actually going through maintenance, there were zombies on the front porch.

There was no way, this man can step outside.

"Why don't you take him," said Brotis.

"Me?" He said.

"It might actually help our relationship with the living if a living person is seen next to us" the duck. "With you around, his chances of survival increases by tenfold"

And he said.

"We are talking about a person, right? It sounds like I'm getting a puppy," he said.

Because he was.

He may see himself as regular Launchpad, but to those who want to survive, he was Scrooge McDuck.

And scene!