Disclaimer: I don't own Devil May Cry. Capcom does.
It was just another day at "the office", which meant it was spent sitting in an apartment playing video games or watching television. The news blared loudly, but was drowned out by the sound of a young woman yelling at something.
"Goddamnit!" Caterina Sforza had her cell phone to her ear and was glaring angrily at the wall. "I said I can't help you! Yeah, well, I don't care what you heard from some friend of a friend of a friend of my friend's cousin. We all thought it was never going to happen! It was a joke." She angrily hit the end button on her cell phone.
Olivia LaRue glanced over at her best friend. She only frowned as she brushed her blonde bangs out of her face. "So people thought we were serious."
"Apparently we're the best Zompocolypse planners in the country. Seriously, people want us to help them survive this outbreak. I mean, these technically aren't even zombies and they're all in contained spots."
"It's spreading," Liv said. "The news just reported that some Podunk town back east has just had an outbreak as well as one three hours north of here. Our military isn't large enough to quarantine every city that has an outbreak. People have got to come up with their own ideas."
Cat sighed. "Seriously. But come on, who thinks that two young women have the answer to the zombie outbreak? It's ridiculous. It's not like this has happened before." She glanced up at the attic. "You should call Justin and tell him to meet us here so we can actually start planning. You do that and I'll get the guns."
Liv watched as Cat pulled down the stairs to the attic of the apartment and disappeared up them. She heard her friend cough as she rifled through boxes. Liv pulled out her cell phone and quickly dialed her other friend's number. "Hey Justin, what's up?" She nodded as he spoke. "So I think it's time to put your Zompocolypse plan into action. Yeah, Morning Bay City was just quarantined. That's only a few hours away from here. Uh huh. Right. Well, Cat's getting the guns down right now. Fine. Well, we'll try and meet you there in a few hours."
"What did he say?" Cat called down from the attic.
"Well…we're supposed to go to Chris's house. Remember it's the original safe house?"
"Like we could actually barricade that place up," Cat scoffed. "But if it's where we're all going to meet up, sure." Cat came down the ladder, guns tucked into her back pockets. She handed one to Liv, then pulled the other out. She looked down the sight and pretended to pull the trigger. "Bang."
The sound of tires screeching to a halt outside caused both women to sigh. "Stupid teenagers," They both muttered simultaneously. It caused them to laugh to themselves, as they were only a couple years out of their teens. Cat found a rag, sat down, and started to clean the gun.
The sound of footsteps sounded on the stairs. There were two people headed up the stairs, only pausing to figure out which apartment they wanted. The steps turned towards their apartment. Liv readied her gun and got up to open the door. Cat crouched, aiming at the door. Nowadays, one couldn't be too sure what was heading their way.
Liv flung open the door to reveal two identical men about their age standing there with snow-white hair. One wore blue, the other wore red. Cat's jaw dropped. "No way."
The one in blue frowned, then spoke, "We were told to contact you for plans to fight the zombies." If it was possible, Cat's jaw dropped open even further. The man's ice blue eyes glinted. "If you continue to keep your mouth open like that, I'm quite sure you will catch something worse than a fly."
Cat closed her mouth. "You guys are the Redgraves. Dante and Vergil, right?"
Liv
looked at her. "You mean like in—"
"Yes," Cat squealed.
"Exactly like in Devil May Cry."
"Hey," Dante said. "How
do you know the name of my shop? And how do you know who we are?"
Cat held up a hand. "Don't worry about it. Seriously, though. You guys handle the supernatural. Can't you handle an outbreak of a virus that turns people into zombies? It can't be harder than any of the devils you've exterminated."
Liv
nodded. "These are still humans, no matter how zombie-fied they
are. You guys can handle a few Infected, I'm sure."
Vergil
shook his head, his slicked back spiked hair not moving. "No. This
virus isn't contained. In a few days, almost half the country will
be infected. In a week, only the immune will still be living—that
is if the Infected haven't killed them."
Liv narrowed her
ocean blue eyes. "You sure know a lot to be coming to a couple of
young human
women for advice on surviving the outbreak."
Vergil opened his mouth to say something, but Dante promptly slapped a hand across it. "We didn't fly all the way across the country just for you to turn us away with nothing. Come on ladies, give us something to work with."
"Well, we can't help you with anything right now. We're about to meet up with some of our friends who possibly have a plan. Actually, it's our safe house." Liv shrugged. "The best we can have you do is come with us."
Cat nodded, and then she stopped to think. "Wait…where are you guys from?"
"Norsax," Dante said. Cat and Liv aimed their guns at the twin sons of Sparda. "Whoa, ladies. What's wrong?"
"Norsax
is quarantined. They were quarantined this morning."
Vergil
let out an exasperated snort. "Think carefully before you shoot,
not that your bullets will do you any good. If we live across the
country, then how did we get here?"
"The outbreak could have started before today." Cat's dark crimson eyes narrowed at them. "We don't know. For all we know once we get to the safe house, you could change in there."
Vergil shook his head. "The Infected change pretty quickly."
"Scientists say it takes days, if not a couple weeks." Liv lowered the gun. "So we'll take you now, but if we decide not to halfway to the safe house, you take your asses somewhere else."
They all agreed. So Cat and Liv packed a backpack each, and the four left the house. Outside in the car, there was another white-haired youth, only he was a few years younger. He was hiding his right arm behind his back.
"Nero too?" Liv sighed. "This keeps getting better and better."
The puzzled glances from the three white haired males caused Liv to keep her mouth shut the rest of the drive to the safe house.
Cat couldn't resist a few questions as she drove. "So, Vergil…how did you get back from hell?"
His
icy eyes narrowed angrily. "It isn't your business."
"It
is too if you decide to raise another tower."
"How did you—never mind." Vergil went back to sitting silently in the backseat.
The drive to the safe house was filled with awkward silence. It wasn't everyday that the sons of Sparda and a random teen were in one's car, let alone coming to one for help. Nero didn't help much either, he just stared forward out the window, his headphones blaring. Little did they know that it would be the last awkward silence in the car they shared for an indefinite amount of time.
