The Dead Will Come 8
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misanagiThe 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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Heero Yuy pulled the trigger and watched with a small smirk as the brains of the zombie splattered all over the pavement. Beside him Wufei made a swift move and a zombie's head dropped to the floor.
It had been unexpected when the scientist who Heero had thought was not more than a weak lab rat had produced a sword out of his shattered briefcase and proceeded to show Heero that he was quite proficient with the weapon.
Heero liked guns better but he had to admit that Wufei could very well hold his own. He had offered a gun to Wufei and the other man had taken it but had yet to use it. They hadn't talked much, mainly because every time they started a conversation they had to stop to kill more of the undead bent of making them one of their own.
They had learned each other's names and Heero figured that was about enough. They had been walking for about an hour. Wufei had asked where they were going and Heero had reminded him that he had a mission. "You are free to go," Heero had said.
Wufei hadn't, which probably was good for both of them. Heero was used to working alone but these were especial circumstances and Wufei was good at covering his back.
When he had read the report about the zombie infestation in a small town Heero hadn't as much as blinked. However, when he heard the town was Little Town he rushed into the nearest plane. There were people that owed him favors so it wasn't that difficult to find someone willing to fly him over Little Town. The parachute jump had been flawless but he hadn't even landed before the zombies were upon him. He had wasted two rounds by the time he disentangled himself from the parachute which wasn't good at all. He had brought amo but he was wasting it faster than expected.
Suddenly he was very appreciative of Wufei and his swords.
They were trotting by the side of the road. It probably would have been faster to cut through the woods but they could be easily ambushed there. It wasn't worth the risk. Still Heero wished he could move faster. If this much of the population had already been infected then the odds of completing his mission successfully were decreasing by the minute.
Heero didn't like to fail and this mission above all was one he couldn't afford to fail.
He sped up his pace, satisfied when Wufei kept up with him easily. "You've been in the military?" Heero asked, taking the opportunity since there weren't any zombies in sight.
Wufei shook his head. "My clan believes in the strength of the body as well as the strength of the mind."
So that explained it. Wufei had been trained by one of the Chinese older clans, probably taught their secrets and techniques. "Which clan?"
"The Dragon Clan," Wufei replied after giving him a look. "Who trained you?"
The Dragon Clan was one of the more important ones, its members all strong and powerful warriors. Heero couldn't have been more wrong when he had thought Wufei weak. "Special ops. I work mainly freelance now," Heero admitted.
"And what are you doing here. What exactly is this mission?"
But before Heero could answer they saw the lights of a car coming up the road. It was going the opposite direction as them but Heero didn't care. He needed that car to get to his destination faster. With a quick movement Heero stepped in front of the car, his gun trained on the windshield.
The car screeched and stopped, the bumper only inches away from his knee.
The drivers' door was thrown opened and a man stepped out. Heero's breath caught. He lowered his gun and let out a relieved sigh. He hadn't failed after all.
"Motherfucking, Heero Yuy!" Duo screamed as he ran towards him. "I'm gonna kill you!"
* * *
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
Heero Yuy pulled the trigger and watched with a small smirk as the brains of the zombie splattered all over the pavement. Beside him Wufei made a swift move and a zombie's head dropped to the floor.
It had been unexpected when the scientist who Heero had thought was not more than a weak lab rat had produced a sword out of his shattered briefcase and proceeded to show Heero that he was quite proficient with the weapon.
Heero liked guns better but he had to admit that Wufei could very well hold his own. He had offered a gun to Wufei and the other man had taken it but had yet to use it. They hadn't talked much, mainly because every time they started a conversation they had to stop to kill more of the undead bent of making them one of their own.
They had learned each other's names and Heero figured that was about enough. They had been walking for about an hour. Wufei had asked where they were going and Heero had reminded him that he had a mission. "You are free to go," Heero had said.
Wufei hadn't, which probably was good for both of them. Heero was used to working alone but these were especial circumstances and Wufei was good at covering his back.
When he had read the report about the zombie infestation in a small town Heero hadn't as much as blinked. However, when he heard the town was Little Town he rushed into the nearest plane. There were people that owed him favors so it wasn't that difficult to find someone willing to fly him over Little Town. The parachute jump had been flawless but he hadn't even landed before the zombies were upon him. He had wasted two rounds by the time he disentangled himself from the parachute which wasn't good at all. He had brought amo but he was wasting it faster than expected.
Suddenly he was very appreciative of Wufei and his swords.
They were trotting by the side of the road. It probably would have been faster to cut through the woods but they could be easily ambushed there. It wasn't worth the risk. Still Heero wished he could move faster. If this much of the population had already been infected then the odds of completing his mission successfully were decreasing by the minute.
Heero didn't like to fail and this mission above all was one he couldn't afford to fail.
He sped up his pace, satisfied when Wufei kept up with him easily. "You've been in the military?" Heero asked, taking the opportunity since there weren't any zombies in sight.
Wufei shook his head. "My clan believes in the strength of the body as well as the strength of the mind."
So that explained it. Wufei had been trained by one of the Chinese older clans, probably taught their secrets and techniques. "Which clan?"
"The Dragon Clan," Wufei replied after giving him a look. "Who trained you?"
The Dragon Clan was one of the more important ones, its members all strong and powerful warriors. Heero couldn't have been more wrong when he had thought Wufei weak. "Special ops. I work mainly freelance now," Heero admitted.
"And what are you doing here. What exactly is this mission?"
But before Heero could answer they saw the lights of a car coming up the road. It was going the opposite direction as them but Heero didn't care. He needed that car to get to his destination faster. With a quick movement Heero stepped in front of the car, his gun trained on the windshield.
The car screeched and stopped, the bumper only inches away from his knee.
The drivers' door was thrown opened and a man stepped out. Heero's breath caught. He lowered his gun and let out a relieved sigh. He hadn't failed after all.
"Motherfucking, Heero Yuy!" Duo screamed as he ran towards him. "I'm gonna kill you!"
* * *
TBC
