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The Dead Will Come 7
The Dead Will Come
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: The pilots. 1x2, 3x4
Summary: A batch of abandoned toxic waste turns a town into a living cemetery.
Warnings: Zombies, death (not the pilots), gore, language, violence and everything you would expect of a bad B movie. Also humor, hopefully.
Notes: This was inspired by Robert Rodriquez and Quentin Tarantino's "Grindhouse" so if you saw that then you know what to expect. If you haven't, then think of bad 80's zombie movies and you'll get the picture.
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The clothes Duo had given him looked like something the costume mistress at the set would pick. The jeans were ripped and tight, the shirt was white and lose but the first three buttons were missing and he wouldn't be able to button them and the jeans jacket had a skull in the back. The only thing Trowa liked were the boots, that and the gun.
He had learned to shoot for his many roles as an action hero though he had never thought he would use that skill, especially not against zombies.
"We need to go," Duo said. "I don't have much amo and we won't last long if we run out of bullets. Howard has the good stuff. We need to get there."
Duo had a whole gun cabinet and lots of ammunition but there were a lot of zombies out there and they would need to be prepared. Trowa still had problems thinking of the things out there as zombies but Duo was right, they might be able to speak, but they were dead, living dead.
They carried all the guns and ammunition and Duo led them to the garage. Trowa almost dropped the guns in his hands. There was a black 1967 Dodge Charger in Duo's garage.
"Beauty, isn't she?" Duo asked, loading the guns into the back seat. "Pity I'll have to get some zombie guts on it. She's fast, though."
Trowa kept a shotgun and a revolver in hand and put the rest on the back seat. Duo turned on the car and then stepped out to open the garage door. There were about twenty zombies outside. Duo shot them mechanically, one at a time and rarely missing the head. Trowa opened the window of the car and did the same until Duo hurried into the car and they sped up.
"Running out of my home is definitely not what I wanted to do with my weekend," Duo complained as he ran over a zombie.
"A zombie epidemic tends to mess up plans," Trowa replied.
Duo laughed. "You're nothing like the characters in your movies, you know that?"
Trowa wasn't sure if Duo said it as a compliment but he took it as one. They drove for about ten minutes, running over a zombie now and then when they noticed a bright light in front of them.
Duo rammed his foot on the brakes and the car skidded to a stop violently.
"What the fuck was that?" Duo asked.
The light was gone, whatever it was, but in front of them on the ground there was a prone figure.
Trowa was out of the car before he could think about it. He heard Duo curse behind him but ignored it. He walked to the figure, not even bothering to reach for his revolver. He turned the figure around and stared at the pale face of an unconscious blond man.
"Are you crazy or do you really fantasize about being eaten by zombies?" Duo was pointing his shotgun at the figure and glaring at Trowa.
"He's alive," Trowa said, checking the pulse of the man.
Duo checked it himself and after he was satisfied he nodded at Trowa. "Let's get him in the car."
They both carried the man and set him comfortably on the back seat. When Duo sped off Trowa still hadn't taken his eyes off the stranger.
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TBC
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: The pilots. 1x2, 3x4
Summary: A batch of abandoned toxic waste turns a town into a living cemetery.
Warnings: Zombies, death (not the pilots), gore, language, violence and everything you would expect of a bad B movie. Also humor, hopefully.
Notes: This was inspired by Robert Rodriquez and Quentin Tarantino's "Grindhouse" so if you saw that then you know what to expect. If you haven't, then think of bad 80's zombie movies and you'll get the picture.
1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28
The clothes Duo had given him looked like something the costume mistress at the set would pick. The jeans were ripped and tight, the shirt was white and lose but the first three buttons were missing and he wouldn't be able to button them and the jeans jacket had a skull in the back. The only thing Trowa liked were the boots, that and the gun.
He had learned to shoot for his many roles as an action hero though he had never thought he would use that skill, especially not against zombies.
"We need to go," Duo said. "I don't have much amo and we won't last long if we run out of bullets. Howard has the good stuff. We need to get there."
Duo had a whole gun cabinet and lots of ammunition but there were a lot of zombies out there and they would need to be prepared. Trowa still had problems thinking of the things out there as zombies but Duo was right, they might be able to speak, but they were dead, living dead.
They carried all the guns and ammunition and Duo led them to the garage. Trowa almost dropped the guns in his hands. There was a black 1967 Dodge Charger in Duo's garage.
"Beauty, isn't she?" Duo asked, loading the guns into the back seat. "Pity I'll have to get some zombie guts on it. She's fast, though."
Trowa kept a shotgun and a revolver in hand and put the rest on the back seat. Duo turned on the car and then stepped out to open the garage door. There were about twenty zombies outside. Duo shot them mechanically, one at a time and rarely missing the head. Trowa opened the window of the car and did the same until Duo hurried into the car and they sped up.
"Running out of my home is definitely not what I wanted to do with my weekend," Duo complained as he ran over a zombie.
"A zombie epidemic tends to mess up plans," Trowa replied.
Duo laughed. "You're nothing like the characters in your movies, you know that?"
Trowa wasn't sure if Duo said it as a compliment but he took it as one. They drove for about ten minutes, running over a zombie now and then when they noticed a bright light in front of them.
Duo rammed his foot on the brakes and the car skidded to a stop violently.
"What the fuck was that?" Duo asked.
The light was gone, whatever it was, but in front of them on the ground there was a prone figure.
Trowa was out of the car before he could think about it. He heard Duo curse behind him but ignored it. He walked to the figure, not even bothering to reach for his revolver. He turned the figure around and stared at the pale face of an unconscious blond man.
"Are you crazy or do you really fantasize about being eaten by zombies?" Duo was pointing his shotgun at the figure and glaring at Trowa.
"He's alive," Trowa said, checking the pulse of the man.
Duo checked it himself and after he was satisfied he nodded at Trowa. "Let's get him in the car."
They both carried the man and set him comfortably on the back seat. When Duo sped off Trowa still hadn't taken his eyes off the stranger.
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TBC
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*imagines Trowa in that outfit* Nice image there, Mis! :)
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And see? I couldn't have him in his underwear but I can dress him as a hot bad boy ^^;;
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*giggles* Trowa gets the best lines. ^_____^
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I hope Quatre hasn't been bitten....
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And really, would I let Quatre be bitten???
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I like that this scene is pulling things together again, instead of breaking the narrative up. LOVE IT! I can see how the peices are going to start fitting into place.
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I'm done with the introductory part of the fic so things are going to start moving along now ^__
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And Q really DOES make an entrance, doesn't he? *grin* I can't wait to see what his reaction is when he sees Trowa-the-hottie-hot >^.~< Mmm yeah!
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Quatre always wants to make an entrance. He's like that.
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I like the lighthearted conversation Duo and Trowa were exchanging despite the graveness in their situation. *laughs*