1. Go to the Terrible Crossover Fanfiction Idea Generator, press buttan, role dise till you get a decent one
2. Post the idea and five lines of a horrifically-bad plot to LJ
3. deliver lulz
The .45-magnum handgun in Hank Rearden's right hand shook uncontrollably as the train sped across the bridge, the diner car's door clattering both with the motion of the wheels and the fists of dozens of zombies pounding against it. The door was held closed only by a wooden broom and Dagny's petite shoulder.
"Why would the government intentionally infect everyone on the train with the T-virus? What do they stand to gain??" Hank shouted, as the broom started to crack against the pressure. Wesker grinned back at him, the twisted smirk showing not one trace of fear.
"Who is John Galt?" he sneered, as the broom gave way, spilling Dagny and a pile of zombies into the room.