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The Dead Will Come 18
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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Trowa wasn't in the mood to wait. He and Wufei had dragged the mercenaries into the cell after relieving them of all their weapons. Heero and Duo were still busy making eyes at each other and Howard was looking at the zombies on the other cell.
There was a gun cabinet in the corner. It had only four shotguns and a few rounds of amo but that and the weapons they had already taken from the mercenaries would have to do. He grabbed a shotgun firmly in his hand and headed for the door.
Dorothy had taken Quatre with her more than an hour ago. Who knew what kind of things she and the mad scientists had already done to him? He was going to get Quatre whatever happened, no matter how many zombies, mercenaries or crazy scientist stood in his way.
"Movie star, where are you going?" Howard asked.
Trowa barely spared him a look. "To get Quatre."
"Wait, you can't go just yet." Duo had stopped kissing Heero long enough to speak. "You don't know the way and one of you against who knows how many of them aren't good odds."
"I'm not leaving without him." Trowa silently dared anyone to suggest leaving Quatre behind.
"We won't." Wufei checked his gun and walked towards Trowa. "I've never been to the wing has was in but I can get us there. Then we'll have to look."
"I'll help," Heero announced and beside him Duo was already putting as much ammunition as possible into his pockets.
"While you go play hero I'll try to find us a vehicle to make our grand escape," Howard said. "I'm an old man and I can't stage rescue missions like I used to."
Duo handed the old man a gun and gave him a quick hug before turning back to Trowa. "Are we going or what?"
Wufei moved forward and they followed him out and into the stairs. The cells had been located on the basement and they had to move up to reach the labs. They climbed seven floors without encountering any resistance but when Wufei opened the stairs door to walk into the hall there were shots fired at them.
Trowa took over behind the wall and noticed the others doing the same. Heero was quick. With three shots he incapacitated three men. Between Wufei, Trowa and Duo, they took out the other four. They stopped only to take the mercenaries' guns and then followed Wufei down the hall.
Soon they reached a security door with the words "Restricted Area" written in red. Trowa tried the door but it was locked. There was no time to fiddle with security systems so, remembering a scene of "Maximum Rage", he aimed his shotgun at the lock and fired. Then he kicked the door… just to find that it was still firmly shut.
"You missed the lock," said Heero, evenly.
Trowa glared at the door and noticed that there was a neat hole a few inches away from the lock.
"Maximum Rage, uh?" Duo asked laughing. "Doesn't work so well when the door isn't made of cardboard."
While Trowa glared at the door Heero had moved to the panel and was messing with the wires. Seconds later the door unlocked. Trowa had time to see Heero's smug look before he walked inside.
On each side of the corridor were more doors, these ones opened and showing different laboratories and exam rooms. The last one was closed and Trowa immediately ran for it. It was unlocked.
"What the fuck?" Duo exclaimed behind him.
Trowa ignored the old men lying unconscious on the ground and moved immediately to where Quatre was strapped to a mean looking chair.
"Hello," Quatre said calmly and smiled. "I felt you coming. I'm glad you are all okay." But his eyes were fixed on Trowa when he said that.
"Um, what's with the geezers?" asked Duo, stepping carefully over one of them.
"They are the scientists." Wufei looked at Quatre. "What did you do?"
"I just shared some feelings with them," Quatre said evasively.
Trowa was busy freeing Quatre from the chair. He didn't much care about what had happened to those crazy men. All that mattered was that Quatre was okay.
"Thank you," Quatre said and stood up.
Trowa smiled at him and for a moment they just stood there, looking at each other.
Wufei groaned. "This is not the time. Show more restraint than those two," he pointed his thumb at Heero and Duo, "and kiss later. Now it's time to go."
Trowa gave Wufei a murderous look.
"Later," Quatre said and took a gun from Trowa's waistband. "When there aren't zombies around. I promise."
Trowa sighed but nodded. If this were one of his movies they would be kissing right now.
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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
Trowa wasn't in the mood to wait. He and Wufei had dragged the mercenaries into the cell after relieving them of all their weapons. Heero and Duo were still busy making eyes at each other and Howard was looking at the zombies on the other cell.
There was a gun cabinet in the corner. It had only four shotguns and a few rounds of amo but that and the weapons they had already taken from the mercenaries would have to do. He grabbed a shotgun firmly in his hand and headed for the door.
Dorothy had taken Quatre with her more than an hour ago. Who knew what kind of things she and the mad scientists had already done to him? He was going to get Quatre whatever happened, no matter how many zombies, mercenaries or crazy scientist stood in his way.
"Movie star, where are you going?" Howard asked.
Trowa barely spared him a look. "To get Quatre."
"Wait, you can't go just yet." Duo had stopped kissing Heero long enough to speak. "You don't know the way and one of you against who knows how many of them aren't good odds."
"I'm not leaving without him." Trowa silently dared anyone to suggest leaving Quatre behind.
"We won't." Wufei checked his gun and walked towards Trowa. "I've never been to the wing has was in but I can get us there. Then we'll have to look."
"I'll help," Heero announced and beside him Duo was already putting as much ammunition as possible into his pockets.
"While you go play hero I'll try to find us a vehicle to make our grand escape," Howard said. "I'm an old man and I can't stage rescue missions like I used to."
Duo handed the old man a gun and gave him a quick hug before turning back to Trowa. "Are we going or what?"
Wufei moved forward and they followed him out and into the stairs. The cells had been located on the basement and they had to move up to reach the labs. They climbed seven floors without encountering any resistance but when Wufei opened the stairs door to walk into the hall there were shots fired at them.
Trowa took over behind the wall and noticed the others doing the same. Heero was quick. With three shots he incapacitated three men. Between Wufei, Trowa and Duo, they took out the other four. They stopped only to take the mercenaries' guns and then followed Wufei down the hall.
Soon they reached a security door with the words "Restricted Area" written in red. Trowa tried the door but it was locked. There was no time to fiddle with security systems so, remembering a scene of "Maximum Rage", he aimed his shotgun at the lock and fired. Then he kicked the door… just to find that it was still firmly shut.
"You missed the lock," said Heero, evenly.
Trowa glared at the door and noticed that there was a neat hole a few inches away from the lock.
"Maximum Rage, uh?" Duo asked laughing. "Doesn't work so well when the door isn't made of cardboard."
While Trowa glared at the door Heero had moved to the panel and was messing with the wires. Seconds later the door unlocked. Trowa had time to see Heero's smug look before he walked inside.
On each side of the corridor were more doors, these ones opened and showing different laboratories and exam rooms. The last one was closed and Trowa immediately ran for it. It was unlocked.
"What the fuck?" Duo exclaimed behind him.
Trowa ignored the old men lying unconscious on the ground and moved immediately to where Quatre was strapped to a mean looking chair.
"Hello," Quatre said calmly and smiled. "I felt you coming. I'm glad you are all okay." But his eyes were fixed on Trowa when he said that.
"Um, what's with the geezers?" asked Duo, stepping carefully over one of them.
"They are the scientists." Wufei looked at Quatre. "What did you do?"
"I just shared some feelings with them," Quatre said evasively.
Trowa was busy freeing Quatre from the chair. He didn't much care about what had happened to those crazy men. All that mattered was that Quatre was okay.
"Thank you," Quatre said and stood up.
Trowa smiled at him and for a moment they just stood there, looking at each other.
Wufei groaned. "This is not the time. Show more restraint than those two," he pointed his thumb at Heero and Duo, "and kiss later. Now it's time to go."
Trowa gave Wufei a murderous look.
"Later," Quatre said and took a gun from Trowa's waistband. "When there aren't zombies around. I promise."
Trowa sighed but nodded. If this were one of his movies they would be kissing right now.
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TBC