The Dead Will Come
By Misanagi
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.
Scene One
Hilde Shbeiker quickly gathered the make-up scattered all over the table and put it inside her bag. She looked at her watch, nine-dam-thirty and she was still on set. If she didn't need the money so much and get to work with stars like Trowa Barton she would have quit weeks ago.
She walked down the road, her eyes lingering a bit longer on the trailer with the "Trowa Barton" star. She sighed. No way Mr. Hot would notice her. Her truck, a green rusty old thing that broke every other day, was the only one left on the parking lot. She climbed in and sped off on the dirt road.
"You know I'm walking, after midnight," she sang, "I'm in the… oh damn!" She glared at the red light signaling that she was almost out of gas. She made a hard turn and moments later the truck was pulling over on Duo's gas station. "Duo!" She screamed, getting out of the truck.
The door of the small convenience store opened and a man wearing a back t-shirt, ripped jeans and a baseball cap walked out. His long hair was braided and he had a beer bottle in one hand. "Hilde, babe, how can I help you this fine evening?"
Hilde rolled her eyes. Duo never stopped with the attitude. If he weren't gay she might consider taking him home but for the night, but as things were she would have to settle on watching Trowa Barton's DVDs. "Gas, honey. I'm about empty."
"Sure, that's the only reason you visit anymore. Got your panties al twisted over some hot shot movie star," he said while filling the tank.
"Don't give me bullshit, Duo. You like his movies."
"Explosions, fights, car chases and guns, what's not to like? It'll be twelve bucks, sweetie."
"Calls me sweetie but never gives me free gas." Hilde handed Duo the money reluctantly and climbed on the truck. "Bye, cheap ass…"
She heard a faint "You know you love me" as she pulled back on the road. That guy never changed.
It was only one song later when the car started making noises and with a curse Hilde pulled over. A damn flat tire in the middle of the night. Just perfect. She got the spare out of the trunk and started changing the tire quickly.
"Couldn't damn well happen at the station… oh no, it had to happen when I'm alone in the middle of the fucking road and freezing my ass off. Lovely, just lovely!"
She moved her hand back, looking for the wench she had been using just moments ago but it wasn't there. She got up, looked around and found it by the edge of the gully by the road. It happened in a second. She lost her footing and tumbled down the gully, the wench still up by the edge.
She fell with a sickening thud. Her wrist and ankle broke and something sharp pierced her shoulder.
"Fu—" But she never got to finish the curse. The green liquid toxic waste had already made contact with the skin, was entering her bloodstream and she was already starting to feel effects. There was no way to prevent infection.