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near the edge of defeat. “If we fail… everyone might die. You should be the one in charge here Martha, I feel like I’m dropping the ball.”
                  “You listen to me Donner, you’re doing better than anyone else could and that’s why Kris put you in charge of coordinating things,” Martha Kringle said wrapping her arms around the buck’s powerful neck and hugging him tight. “And I have my own responsibilities, refugees are pouring in by the thousands and someone has to organize and supply everyone.”
                  “I just wish we knew how all of this happened,” the elder reindeer growled.
                  “I might be able to help you with that,” a new voice said.
                  Donner and Martha both turned to see Krampus standing in the doorway. The creature was covered in snow and a devilish grin spilt his face.
                  “Krampus,” Martha said rushing over and hugging the shaggy behemoth. “What are you doing here, shouldn’t you be working?”
                  “I was and I came upon a bit of delicious information we might be able to use in order to end this madness,” Krampus replied.
                  “What did you learn?” Donner asked joining them. One of his assistants, a young elf named Pete, took over the radio station. “I have to tell you Krampus, we could use some good news right about now.”
                  “Donner old bean,” Krampus said laughing, “I know how this happened, why it was done, and who’re responsible.”
                  “What do you need?” Mrs. Claus asked, she was all business now.
                  “I need to see the big man,” Krampus answered.
                  Donner stood up straight and squared his shoulders before he spoke, “I’ll take you to him myself.”
     

Chapter 10
     
     
                  Once he’d rescued the little girl with the special gift Santa set out to help coordinate the battles against the dead. There was no time to take Lucy back to the safety of the North Pole, he already felt a tad guilty about the detour to save her.
                  With time and space his to control in a limited degree, Santa went to war with the dead. He was everywhere at once bolstering defenses, rescuing the innocent, and rallying the defenders across the globe. Wherever he went the light and hope of the human race went with him. Because of Santa, bastions held and the men and woman of the world began to turn back the living dead before they reached the point of no return.
     
     
    The White House
     
                  “I’m afraid I’ll have to poke you full of Ho-Ho-Holes!” Santa yelled bringing the end of his staff, now equipped with a wicked point, down on the last zombie’s skull.
                  All around the oval office zombies lay in smoking heaps. The President, his family, and half a dozen secret service agents stared in shock from behind the makeshift barricade of the flipped over Resolute Desk.
                  “Thank you Santa,” the President said coming out from behind the desk. “You have saved my family.”
                  “Oh Barry, you and your boys and girls were doing a good job, I just gave a helping hand” Santa replied hugging the President of the United States tightly. “You’re people are in trouble and they need their leader. Now I have a present for you Barry.”
                  Santa handed a red and green flash drive to the President.
                  “What is this?” the President asked.
                  “All of the information my people have collected on the state of the country and the world,” Santa answered turning and heading for the window he’d entered from. Through the opening Lucy was clapping at Santa’s