Land of the Dead
Reated M
Land of the Dead x-men evo twist romy AU no powers just lots and lots of zombies bwahahahaha
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters they belong to marvel and the brilliant George A. Romero
This is my first fanfic, I realised that there just isint enough x-men zombie fanfic even if its AU so here is my try at it, let me know what you think of this firstchappie Im open to all criticism. If you like Ill continue.
Enjoy!
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Its a cloudy and dark night with the full moon shining, every so often, over this picture-perfect American town.
People are strolling around the town centre and looking at shops.
Or so it seems...
At closer inspection, nothing in the town is lit. Street lamps, windows, were all dark.
Some of the people are walking to the town park, milling around a gazebo, where three musicians were struggling with a trombone, a saxophone, and a can't seem to make the instruments work, except for the tambourine player, who is rattling out a few very unrhythmic beats.
As the moonlight appeared from behind the cloud it becomes clear that the "musicians" in the gazebo are dead. So are the "people" around them. Flesh is rotting off their bones. Limbs literally falling, faces torn in unspeakable ways.
The town itself, which at first looked so perfect, seems to be rotting too.
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In a bush atop a hill near the park 2 small red lights can be seen.
A whipered accented voice near the red lights says "They're trying to be us."
The red lights replyes "They used to be us" and in a worried tone adds "They're learning how to be us again".
Gambit watches the town wearily through his binoculars.
Pete replies "No way mate. Some germ or some devil got them things up and walkin' there's a big difference between them and us. They're dead!".
As they continue looking at the events around them they notice a dead teenage couple walking hand-in-hand near the gas pumps of a defunct gas station.
The boy steps on the little hose that bings when a car pulls in. Out of the building comes... an attendant.
Once tall and handsome. Now his face is a wrinkled map of death. He has lost its left arm. Dried blood darkens the shoulder of its jump-suit, where the arm was
torn away.
Gambit notices A "TEXACO" patch on his bloodied chest "Pyro! See the patch?" Pete looks "Yeah mate and?" Gambit rolls his eyes and replies "What that patch tells me Petey boy is that the little teapot over there used to work here. Wait! Not teapot, no this dead fella over here is BIG DADDY".
'Big Daddy' goes to the pump and removes the nozzle. He turns the valve, as if searching for a car to fill with gas. There is none.
As the two men watch the events unfold in front of them Pete speaks up "It's like they're pretending to be alive" Gambit looks over to his friend and sais "Isn't that what we're doing, Petey boy? Pretending to be alive?".
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The sound of groaning wood pierces the not so silent night as three heavily armed guerrilla looking guys push a large crate over a precipice into a deep garbage pit below.
Five similar crates lie amidst the rubble.
Insects are buzzing. Rats are crawling. Human skeletons, most headless, lie everywhere, no flesh left on their bones. Those with heads show various wounds to their skulls. Except for one, which...
Suddenly, startlingly moves! Its bony arm reaches up from the bottom of the pit toward...
...Lance Alvers, man in his 20s, handsome, roguish, and confident...a bit too confident. He reaches over his shoulder and unstraps a crossbow "Poor bastard."
WFFFFT! Lance shoots the skeleton. His arrow goes completely through the white skull.
The doors of a beat-up white moving van open. Lance reaches in, throwing back an oilcloth that covers another crate.
One of the guerrilla looking men says "Whole lotta trash this week."
Lance replies "That's life, brother. A whole lotta trash."
As the men tip the crate onto a dolly, maggots are revealed in the darkness beneath, squirming in a pool of blood.
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Back to the bush....
Gambit and Pete watch three dead things lumber toward them from the town below. Without moving his stare from the 'things' pulls the binoculars to his odd eyes Gambit sais "They know we're here. They can smell life. Smell blood."
Big Daddy replaces the nozzle in the gas pump. Sensing something, it looks around. up. His dead eyes lock on Gambit's red on black ones. Big Daddy grunts. As if responding to him...
...the three dead things are moving up the hillside with more determination.
Sensing that they might be in more danger than they bargained for Gambit glances at Pete's gun and speak "You any good with those?"
Pete gives him a nervous glance "Dunno mate! It's my first trip. Never had to use `em before really"
Gambit rolls his odd eyes again and with voice dripping with sarcasm "Great. I'm out here with a guy who can't shoot. Let's go."
Pete stands, turns, and is grabbed from behind by a zombie!
It's not one of the three they had been watching. This one wears the remains of a clown suit. Half its bulbous red nose had been eaten away. His painted eyelashes make its stare alarming. Its orange hair is crawling with spiders.
It wrestles Pete to the ground. Opens its lipsticked mouth. Is about to bite Pete's neck when Gambit fires his flashy .45. BLAM! A bullet shatters the Clown's shoulder cap. The dead thing is pitched backward, but seems to feel no pain. It hunkers over Pete again.
Gambit fires four more times. Three bullets rip into 1 the Clown's chest, 2 the neck, 3 in the cheek. Finally, number 4 blasts above the thing's left eyebrow. The Clown drops to the ground, no movement.
Pete looks at Gambit. "Jesus mate! You can't shoot, neither!" And starts laughing like a maniac. Gambit runs a hand through his hair and smiles at the weird man.
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Gambit and Pete step into a tight, uncomfortable space. Generators whir. The two men open a storage locker and strap on ammo belts as something terrible looms out of the shadows!
It moves toward Gambit and Pete, who can't see it from behind the locker.
The left side of the thing's face has been burned away. Only scar-tissue remains, and a single usable eye bulging from a socket.
Gambit turns. Sees the thing. And, surprisingly, he relaxes,recognizing John St. John aka Pyro, a heavily-armed guerilla whose intellect is as burned as his face. "Tcha doin', Gambit?" says Pyro.
Gambit inhales and looks around "Havin' a bad dream." Pyro looks at his friend "I have bad dreams. Hell, yes. Just look at me, you can tell that I have terrible dreams."
Gambit closes his eyes "The town is full of walkers".
Pyro looks at Gambit "Every town is full of walkers."
Gambit shakes his and replies "These aren't just walking. They're like...regular folks."
Pyro gives his friend a puzzled look "But they're dumb, Remy. Hell, dead folks is near as dumb as me!"
Remy looks at his friend "You learned how to make yourself useful. That's what they're doing."
A woman's voice shouts "They dumped the trash. lance's on his way."
Gambit and Pete look across the room in the direction of the voice. Twenty feet away, a woman sits at the controls of what looks like a scavenged airplane
cockpit that's outfitted with a mixture of high- and low-tech equipment. She wears a black leather jacket with "PRETTY BOY" emblazoned across the back.
Pete looks surprised"Pretty Boy's a dame?" Gambit huffs "This one is. Last one was a guy." Pete's expression changes "What happened to him?" Pretty Boy
turns, poking her finger through a bullet hole encrusted with year-old blood in the chest of her jacket "I kept his jacket. For good luck."
Pyro gives the girl and odd look "Luck?"
Gambit ignores the exchange "Put some flowers in the graveyard."
Pretty Boy reaches out and flips a toggle switch on the control panel. THOOMB! THOOMB! Deep exploding sounds can be felt as much as heard.
Gambit, Pyro, and Pete step out of A vehicle the size of a city bus. The words DEAD RECKONING are painted on its side. This is no bus. It's a war wagon, built of scavenged parts with riveted steel parts. Gatling guns protrude from a mean looking snout. A roof turret supports two fourteen inch cannons. Rotating lights shine in all directions, piercing the night.
THOOMB! THOOMB! THOOMB! That sound again. Mortar tubes on the vehicle's roof are launching fireworks into the night sky.
Pyro Looks up "Flowers in the graveyard'. Why do you call `em that, Gambit? I don't get it. These here flowers ain't the kind you lay down on the ground. These here are sky flowers. Way up in Heaven."
Remy looks at his friends and chuckles "I love ya, Jonny boy. Know why? Cuzz you still believe in heaven."
The white moving van rolls in and parks beside Dead Reckoning.
Lance jumps out with the three guerrillas from the dump.
"You guys scope out the town?" sais Lance to Gambit "Looks like nobody's hit it before."
Four guerrillas get into an old T-Bird convertible mounted with machine guns. Two other armed men climb onto motorcycles. The very night seems to growl as everyone starts their engines.
Lance shouts "Ready?"
Pyro giggles madly "Always ready. Just look at me! You can tell I'm always ready."
Lance sneers his retort "I look at you, all I see's an idiot!"
Pyro laughs " I don't think that's all you see. bet you see this iron, too!"
Pyro is wearing four holstered sidearms, two shouldered automatic rifles, a remington...and a sly smile that makes us wonder whether he's an idiot or not.
Lance also laughs "Let's go have some fun."
Gambit sighs "Ain't about fun, Lance."
VROOOM! The T-Bird and the motorcycles pull out toward town.
He continues "We go in, do our job, and get out,all of us alive, okay? I don't want any fuck-ups on my last day out here."
Lance grins "My last day, too."
Gambit looks surprised. Lance mounts a Motorcycle, revs the
engine, and heads out "YEEEE-HAAAAAAAA!".
Pyro looks over at Lance "What'd he do, hit the lottery or somethin'?"
Gambit looks alarmed by this and mutters "Somethin'.... Somethin'".
Gambit and Pyro start to get back into Dead Reckoning. Pete follows, pausing to look up at the "sky flowers" "Do those things really work?"
Gambit looks up "Yup. (Almost sadly) Stenches can't take their eyes off `em."
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Zombies stand completely frozen in the middle of main street, like statues, mesmerized by the fireworks. Only one figure is moving. Big Daddy. He weaves between his brothers and sisters, urgently waving his one good hand, like Frankenstein's monster, as if to say "Bad! Bad!" He has learned that fireworks bring danger.
A dead teenage cheerleader, holding filthy pom-poms, looks at Big Daddy, unable to grasp what he's trying to communicate. A spear is driven through the Cheerleader's face! The spear is held like a lance by Harry, a guerilla who roars past on his motorcycle hooting like a cowhand on round-up. Other bikers rumble down the street, firing guns. Big Daddy watches the Cheerleader fall. It throws its head back and lets out a great howl.
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Gambit looking through the windshield recognizes Big Daddy from the gas station. He also recognizes the Thing's anguish.
As DEAD RECKONING, mortars still shooting fireworks, stops at the edge of town. Lance pulls up alongside on his bike. Back in the car Gambit and Pyro watch the T-BIRD roar down main street. The four guerrillas inside laugh gleefully as they use the machine guns to mow down the hapless zombies.
As the scene unfolds Pete looks around him , almost in disgust "I thought it was gonna be a is a fucking massacre."
Lance's voice is heard though an open hatch " Kid, these are the toughest guys in the `hood. You can't keep `em from wantin' toget some chuckles."
Gambit gives lance an irritated look.
Lance responds "Hey, not me, Boss. You told me not to have any fun, I'm not having any fun at all." Then Turns to Pete "Come with me, kid. I'll show you the ropes."
Pete climbs out and gets on the back of Lance's motorcycle.
Gambit shouts to Lance "Where you goin'?" Lance shouts back "To get supplies. Essential supplies. That's job our job, ain't it?"
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The white moving van pulls up to a supermarket. The zombies in the parking lot, gazing at the fireworks, barely notice the vehicle. Marksmen keep the lot covered as guerrillas carry cases of canned goods out of the supermarket and into the van. The team has this down to a science.
Gambit's voice comes over one Guerilla's hand-held radio.
Gambit(RADIO FILTER)
How's the food?
GUERILLA (Into his radio)
Lousy, but there'slots of it.
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DEAD RECKONING rumbles down a side street, its steel skin reflecting the flash of fireworks.
Inside the monstrous machine Pretty Boy drives. Gambit stands beside her speaking into the radio "Number Two, what'syour location?"
GUERILLA #2 (RADIO FILTER)
Drug store. Need an aspirin? I got a million of `em.
Gambit(Into radio)
Antibiotics. We need antibiotics.
GUERILLA #2 (RADIO FILTER)
We're set.
Gambit(Into radio)
Number Three? Outside the union gun shop
Guerrillas load boxes of ammo into a jeep.
GUERILLA #3(Into radio)
Guns and ammo, Boss.
Meanwhile down main street
Harry, the biker with the spear, is making another run toward a walker, who stands mesmerized by the fireworks, when...WHAP! Harry is sent FLYING!
Dead woman, once pretty, wearing a softball uniform that bears the NUMBER NINE, has used its bat to hit a home run. Harry's riderless motorcycle fishtails up the street and hitsthe side of a building.
Harry tries to get up. Two zombies attack him. Another motorcycle, driven by Anchor, who looks like Popeye, rumbles up in the nick of time.
He shouts "Harry, jump on!"
Fighting off the Dead Things, Harry gets on and speeds away.
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Pretty Boy turns a corner. Out the windshield, Gambit sees Lance and Pete, on Lance's bike, joining up with Foxy, a red-haired guerilla on his own motorcycle. The three drive toward the end of town.
Gambit looks at the three "What the fuck?"
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I know kinda sudden end but if I get enough reviews ill continue.