The Dead Will Come 24
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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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O. was the last to open his eyes which irritated him, even though he could tell by the look of the other scientists that he hadn't been too far behind them.
"He had never done that before," said J., standing up and glancing at the now empty exam chair.
"No. We should have administered the drugs as soon as he was back," H. said. "We made a mistake."
"One we need to rectify," O. added. "If we want to succeed in our investigation we need the subject."
"If he hasn't been infected yet." S. was looking out the door.
G. moved quickly to the door. "Seems like the infection has reached us."
O. headed for the door as well. Five infected humans were walking slowly towards them. If they were inside the laboratory buildings and most importantly inside this area it could only mean that their paid protection had failed. The whole operation had been jeopardized.
"This seems to be the end." H. smiled. "Our brilliant plan has found its fault."
"Not yet," J. said. "We can continue our work even if we are infected."
The scientist considered this option quietly.
"We still don't know all the side effects," said S.
"They will be lesser than death," G. sounded exasperated.
"I'll be death in a way," O. pointed out.
"But not total death. We can find a way to counter the other unpleasant side effects later," J. insisted.
"Who wants to do the honors?" G. asked.
"I will." O. stepped through the door and walked determinedly towards the infected humans.
The sound of roaring planes could be heard. O. stopped walking.
A deafening sound engulfed the area and the sky lit red and yellow. The earth shook and opened. Hot air melted flesh and burnt concrete. Glass shattered, constructions crumbled. No one had time to scream.
Little Town was no more.
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
O. was the last to open his eyes which irritated him, even though he could tell by the look of the other scientists that he hadn't been too far behind them.
"He had never done that before," said J., standing up and glancing at the now empty exam chair.
"No. We should have administered the drugs as soon as he was back," H. said. "We made a mistake."
"One we need to rectify," O. added. "If we want to succeed in our investigation we need the subject."
"If he hasn't been infected yet." S. was looking out the door.
G. moved quickly to the door. "Seems like the infection has reached us."
O. headed for the door as well. Five infected humans were walking slowly towards them. If they were inside the laboratory buildings and most importantly inside this area it could only mean that their paid protection had failed. The whole operation had been jeopardized.
"This seems to be the end." H. smiled. "Our brilliant plan has found its fault."
"Not yet," J. said. "We can continue our work even if we are infected."
The scientist considered this option quietly.
"We still don't know all the side effects," said S.
"They will be lesser than death," G. sounded exasperated.
"I'll be death in a way," O. pointed out.
"But not total death. We can find a way to counter the other unpleasant side effects later," J. insisted.
"Who wants to do the honors?" G. asked.
"I will." O. stepped through the door and walked determinedly towards the infected humans.
The sound of roaring planes could be heard. O. stopped walking.
A deafening sound engulfed the area and the sky lit red and yellow. The earth shook and opened. Hot air melted flesh and burnt concrete. Glass shattered, constructions crumbled. No one had time to scream.
Little Town was no more.
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