The Dead Will Come 20
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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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Dorothy Catalonia changed the magazine of her gun and shot three zombies. Those things annoyed her, they smelt, they looked bad and weren't fun at all. She had devised the plan of putting a decoy downtown precisely to keep those things far away from her. She was supposed to have minions to get their hands dirty with the zombies while she found different ways to entertain herself. Whatever had gone wrong downtown, someone was going to pay for that, if they were still alive, zombie or not.
And on top of everything her pet had escaped again. It had hurt when she had gone looking for him and had found an empty bed. Then, of course, she had the thrill of the hunting, and a little later of the capture. There was nothing like recapturing a missing pet. But now he was gone again and she didn't even have the time to play with him much before that.
That upset her way more than the zombies.
She was done with this job anyway. The stupid scientists had gotten knocked down, her pet was gone and zombies were taking over the labs. It was time to go and find some other place to entertain herself. Someplace where she didn't ruin her shoes by stepping over guts, preferably.
Dorothy walked into the hallway and headed for the elevator. She could hear shots on the stairs; they were probably filled with zombies. The elevator's doors opened with a bing and she got inside. After pressing the ground floor button her hand moved to her pocket and she rummaged around until she found her car keys. She was going to need those and there probably wouldn't be time to look for them while shooting zombies in the parking lot.
The keys fell on the floor and Dorothy swore before bending down and picking them up.
A bing sounded.
She didn't have time to get her gun before a cool hand took it forcibly from her. There were two pairs of legs in front of her. One of the anklebones was sticking out.
"She's a cutie," a voice said. "I want her. Can we have her, Hil?"
Dorothy straightened up slowly. There were two girls standing in front of her. Two zombie girls.
"Do you think she knows how to have fun?" The black haired one asked, leaning closed into a blonde with an ugly open gash on her neck.
"We could teach her, please, Hil."
The brunette pressed her chapped lips on the blonde's cheek. "I can't say no to you, Lena."
Dorothy put her back against the elevator wall as the girls came towards her. "Don't worry, pretty," said the brunette. "You'll have fun." She grabbed Dorothy's butt with her unbroken hand and pressed herself against Dorothy.
The blond caressed Dorothy's breast over her shirt. "We'll make sure of that." And kissed her softly on the neck.
The car keys fell down on the floor again. Dorothy didn't have time to scream.
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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
Dorothy Catalonia changed the magazine of her gun and shot three zombies. Those things annoyed her, they smelt, they looked bad and weren't fun at all. She had devised the plan of putting a decoy downtown precisely to keep those things far away from her. She was supposed to have minions to get their hands dirty with the zombies while she found different ways to entertain herself. Whatever had gone wrong downtown, someone was going to pay for that, if they were still alive, zombie or not.
And on top of everything her pet had escaped again. It had hurt when she had gone looking for him and had found an empty bed. Then, of course, she had the thrill of the hunting, and a little later of the capture. There was nothing like recapturing a missing pet. But now he was gone again and she didn't even have the time to play with him much before that.
That upset her way more than the zombies.
She was done with this job anyway. The stupid scientists had gotten knocked down, her pet was gone and zombies were taking over the labs. It was time to go and find some other place to entertain herself. Someplace where she didn't ruin her shoes by stepping over guts, preferably.
Dorothy walked into the hallway and headed for the elevator. She could hear shots on the stairs; they were probably filled with zombies. The elevator's doors opened with a bing and she got inside. After pressing the ground floor button her hand moved to her pocket and she rummaged around until she found her car keys. She was going to need those and there probably wouldn't be time to look for them while shooting zombies in the parking lot.
The keys fell on the floor and Dorothy swore before bending down and picking them up.
A bing sounded.
She didn't have time to get her gun before a cool hand took it forcibly from her. There were two pairs of legs in front of her. One of the anklebones was sticking out.
"She's a cutie," a voice said. "I want her. Can we have her, Hil?"
Dorothy straightened up slowly. There were two girls standing in front of her. Two zombie girls.
"Do you think she knows how to have fun?" The black haired one asked, leaning closed into a blonde with an ugly open gash on her neck.
"We could teach her, please, Hil."
The brunette pressed her chapped lips on the blonde's cheek. "I can't say no to you, Lena."
Dorothy put her back against the elevator wall as the girls came towards her. "Don't worry, pretty," said the brunette. "You'll have fun." She grabbed Dorothy's butt with her unbroken hand and pressed herself against Dorothy.
The blond caressed Dorothy's breast over her shirt. "We'll make sure of that." And kissed her softly on the neck.
The car keys fell down on the floor again. Dorothy didn't have time to scream.
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TBC
