Living Dead in Manhattan.
Warning: Contains lots of blood and gore, rough language and Ladd Russo.
"Ladd, their getting closer! Their going to brake down the damn door if we don't do anything soon!"
The middle aged man tripped back and forth by the door, obviously nervous. The two feet tall younger man carefully stroke his blond hair backwards. His blond locks curved around his fingertips as he watched the masses outside the window. His right hand was tightly wrapped around the shot gun in his hand.
"I see…"
He answered short and clear, without turning around. The older man got even more nervous by Ladd's answer.
"What do you mean 'I see'! We'll be eaten alive, for christ sake!"
He pulled his hair, and regretted that he had raised his voice. He just couldn't help it in this kind of situasion. Ladd chuckled, and rested his shot gun on his right shoulder. Finally he twirled around, and pierced the middle aged man with his dark heaven blue eyes.
"Let them come, then! We shall welcome them with a stream of bullets! A wave of knifes! A real kiss on the cheek! Oh, how I will tresure their blood spatter on the walls. Open the doors, wide open they shall be! And let me welcome them with all the love I can give! Those pitiful human beings should have the plesure of being killed by me, Ladd Russo, even if they're allready dead! I will end their lifes a second time… yes! Ha ha, I shall smash their brains, brake their bones, spill their blood, and rip their guts! Oh how I have waited for the world to turn compleately mad like this…"
Then he laid his head back, and ripped of the silence in the room by a hideous laugh. The middle aged man, named Dough, crumbled under his twisted smile and mad laughter. He was just about to say something, when Dean entered the room full of sweath.
"Ladd! Their here, we can't hold them up any more! The dead… the living dead, the walking corpses, whatever they are- just entered the god damn mansion! What on earth do we do now!"
Ladd smirked and narrowed his deep blue eyes.
"Ha ha… we kill them, of course. Is there any other solution?"
He reloaded the shot gun, and walked out of his office.
"Let's get this show on the road! Take Lua, and get to the back door! I left a truck there. Dough, or whatever your name was, come with me! And don't-! …get bit."
He had this wide glee on his face the entire time, his hole being boiled with the urge to kill. Dean didn't need to be asked twice. He hurried towards the other direction, against Lua's room. Dough on the other hand, was a little unsecure about the hole situasion, and didn't really wanna tag alongside the huge blond maniac roaring in front of him. Ladd glanced down at the first floor. A mass of people stombled across the floor against three or four survivors guarding the doors. They ran against them like predators hunting their pray. What they didn'tknow, was the hunter waiting for them in the bushes. Ladd raised his gun, and fired randomly at their gaping faces. Head after head bounced back, while blood and guts and god knows what else, flew through the air. Three guys tried their best to get up the stairs while they screamed and pushed to get away. Ladd smirked as he saw how the mass of living corpses got smaller and smaller as he fired. Ken, Shaun and Alexx got their way up the stairs, panting. The walkers was climbing the stairs as well.
"Heh! You guys are pretty useless, huh? Just running away is no good!"
The blond man raised his shot gun, holding it with only one hand. One more head smashed to the ground, exposing half the bastards brain.
"We can't stay here much longer Ladd, there are more of them coming! We got to run now!"
It was Shaun, a noisy fuck with to much stuck in his head. At least Ladd disliked him. But the fucker was right, and both Ladd and Dough went along with the running plan. They dashed around the next corner, down a dark hallway and trough the next door. Ladd glanced over his shoulder to see if any of the flesh eaters were following them, but they were safe for the moment. They stopped at the back door.
"H-hey, open it! What are you waiting for?"
Dough panted nervously like allways, like a dog in heat. Ken pulled the handle, put the door refused to move.
"It's stuck god dammit! Where are the others!"
Ken looked around rapidly at the four men glaring at him. Ladd made a face, and pointed the shot gun at the door without a warning. The others backed away, as Ladd fired, and the door was bend open. All of them rushed out and seached for the truck. But there was no truck, and the others were gone. Dough gaped at the sky.
"They… they left us… no freakin' way!"
All of them, exept Ladd, panicked. More of the living corpses were walking their way. Nothing they couldn't handle yet, but things was about to get ugly. Ladd had a stone face. The others tried to talk to him, or rather- scream, but he remained a statue. Slowly, he curved his thick eyebrows and gritted his teeth.
"Hmm… this wasn't really what I planned. Remind me, that if I ever see Dean again, I'm gonne wrench his neck."
Ladd clinched his fists and started to fire. Guts and blood covered the ground around them. But the sound of gun shots atracted even more of them, and suddendly Dough grabbed Ladd's gun.
"Stop it, you-! You won't be able to shoot all of them, and the sound is atracting even more! Let's just run!"
Ladd shoved the shot gun away from Dough, and pushed the man away.
"You shut your trap."
He continued to fire, and as more of them dashed to the ground, Ladd's smile got even wider.
"If I'm gonna die here, I'm not gonna let them have me easy! I'll die with a bang! Covered in blood till my last breath!"
He continued to shoot, while laughing like a lunatic. Dough went pale and fell on his knees. The other tree were silent. In all this mess, while Ladd laughed and the shooting continued, while dead bodies fell to the ground and the others started to panic, the sound of a car could be heard not to far away. The walkers came closer, and now they were surrounded. Ladd kept on shooting. His deep rusty laughter rolled out from his mouth, played along his tongue. Dough bend over and his head hit the ground. He held around himself, and seamed to give up on his life. Alexx, a really big muscular guy walked up to Ladd and grabbed his shoulder.
"Ladd. There's a car coming, I can hear it. Don't you think we should make a run for it?"
Ladd glanced up at the huge man and grinned.
"Hah! Run? You take me for a coward? Run if you can, Alexx! These fuckers wont let ya' I bet my ass on it."
Just as Ladd pulled the trigger one more time, just before the the hungry beasts managed to grab them with their greasy hands, a huge truck ran half of the croud over. Ladd stopped shooting and stared at the car with surprised eyes. Dough lifted his head from the ground and glanced up, with tears welling down his thin cheeks. The living dead turned their heads against the roaring sound. With white eyes and expressionless faces, they stopped in confusion to understand what the hell was going on. Dean stuck his head out from the driving seat.
"Get in the car! Hurry up, shit heads!"
Ladd grinned. The five men made their way trough the croud, Ladd with his gun and the others with their fists. The back door went up, and Ladd jumped into the front seat. He glanced back, to confirm that Lua, his fiance, was well secured. She was placed by the window, sitting next to Lora the house maid. She looked up at him with calm eyes and smiled. He grinned back, before the car started with a twitchy turn. The blond man turned to the red head driving the car.
"Hahaha! I thought you actually left us behind!"
Dean let out a queer smile.
"Ha ha… we atracted a lot of those crazy fuckers so I figured I would drive them off till you guys came. And I couldn't posibly run away, you would kill me for sure. Especially since I got your fiance in the back!"
He turned the car to the left, making the passangers fall over eachother. Ladd leaned back and held around his shot gun.
"Hah. I actually said I would wrench your neck the next time I saw you."
Dean swollowed as a couple of bodies flew across the roof.
"I take your word for it. Glad I came back."
There was now 6 ours since the outbrake. It was 05:07 pm when Ladd stepped out of the car, and watched his surroundings. They started at Park Row around Manhattan Bridge, and was now by the entrance of Central Park. They had used less time than anticipated. Dean jumped out of the car after him, carefully looking around. He held a machine gun in his hands, ready to fire.
"A-are there any monsters here-?"
Dough carefully crawlen out of the car with his clothes soaked in sweath. He looked around nervously with wide eyes.
"Tsk. They're not monsters, their… people."
Dean answered him. He didn't really know what they were. Ladd glanced up at the sky, and noticed grey clouds suffocating the sun. His shot gun rested on his shoulder. The others stepped outside, including Lua. Ladd turned around and looked at them. He thought about who these men really were and what he could use them to. There was Dough, who was compleatly useless. And Dean who was fairly good in a gun fight, and Ladd's only remaining childhood friend. He would't die just yet. Ken, Shaun and Alexx were friends from long ago and not really good in combat. Even dough Alexx was pretty good in kickboxing. Then there was Lua, who would defintly not die unless he himself decided to. Beside her the maid, Lora. He had no idea what she was capable of. She was a young girl with a spicy attitude, and Ladd couldn't say he disliked her. Least there was Harrold. He had the most shitty name of them all, and he walked around with a poker face 24/7. Allways dressed in black and rarely said a word. Ladd sighted over this wierd group of people, which he didn't really care much for. Except Lua.
"Hey Ladd, what do we now? Are we really going to Chicago?"
Dean interupted his thoughts. He still watched his back, with the machine gun in his hands.
"…well? You're the boss… I'll follow you where ever you wanna go, so just say the words…"
Dean looked up at him with abnormal huge eyes. Some of his crimson locks covered his left eye. Dean was one year younger than Ladd, and a head smaller. He could be annoying at times, but Ladd enjoyed his company.
"Hmm… I guess we'll head there for now. Better check if the rumors are true, if Chicago really is the only safe place left in north America. It would be a god damn disaster if that were true though!"
Dean nooded and and watched the others. He lowered his voice while talking.
"Uhm… do you think we can trust the others? Lua of course, and I think we can handle the maid… but the rest of the bunch?"
Ladd glansed back at them. They were talking about other kinds of stuff, like how close they were to dying, and the fucker who had gotten himself eaten.
"Honestly I don't give a shit if we can trust them or not. This is a dog-eat-dog world, you never know whom to trust. If someone fuck you over… you kill them. That's how it is. It have allways been like this, just than now killing is legal."
Ladd chuckeled and grinned wide by his own words. Dean swollowed as he watched the blond man.
"Yeah… I guess your right. I just-"
He didn't complete the sentence, but stared emphty out in thin air.
"You what?"
"…I was gonna say that I just don't want to die yet. But then I remembered who I was talking to."
Ladd grinned twisted and rolled out a dry laughter. He laid a hand on Deans shoulder.
"He… I won't kill you yet, Dean. I kind of need you in this world. Even I understand that allies are important in a time like this."
The he turned, and walked against the others. Dean watched his back, and felt the machine gun getting heavier in his arms.
"…not yet, huh…"
They all rested there for a little while, as there were no signs of the walking dead. Ladd lit his third cigarette after the outbrake, and leaned against the car. The others smoked as well, even the maid. But not Lua. The shy and careful girl stood beside her fiance, and barely touched his jacket with her right hand. Her eyes were planted in the ground. Her light green everyday dress danced around her knees. It was slightly covered with blood at the edge, and her shoes were spattered. Not that she was unused to these surcumstanses. She carefully squeezed her hand around Ladd's dark brown jacket. Everything seamed to be possible when she was with this man. Even the dead would wake up. Suddendly she felt his arm around her waist, and blushed as he did. She tried to cover her flustered face when he looked down at her and smiled. A really gentle smile. Lua looked into Ladd's crystal blue eyes, and thought that she would be forever happy if she got to be with this man till the end. And of course, he was the one to decide when that would be. She smiled slightly back at him, just as Lora came walking against them.
"Hey, master, are we really going to Chicago? That's just crazy man! We'll die for fuckin' sure! Can't we just go to Long Island? There can't be a lot of them there, I mean- it's an island, right?"
Ladd leaned against her with a dark glare in his eyes.
"Well, I'll be happy if you could go there, but the bridge is closed. Like really closed, those fuckers on the other side didn't want anybody coming over spreading the damn virus. So they broke the shit down. And there's not a god damn boat left in chore, by some reason. Probably taken by those scared ass shits running around in town when the outbrake got Manhattan."
He put his cigarette back bethween his lips, and breathed a huge cloud of grey smoke in Lora's face. She stared furious at him.
"Why do I even bother to ask you? You're as fucked up ignorant and… retarded as the rest of the group!"
She folded her arms across her chest and glared back at him with brown eyes. Ladd smiled wide at her response. His thick eyebrown curved down, and he reached out his arm. She didn't get time to respons before ha had locket his arm around her raven black hair and pulled her against his face.
"You know, little japanese girl… I've been wanting to kill you for quite some time. You know why? Becouse I think… you're so sure I wont be doing just that. Think you can do whatever you please, huh? Think you can go around without watching your back? Well, you just do that, and one day I'll pierce you back with the sharpest tool I got. Don't feel so damn safe around me."
Lora's wide eyes seamed to be seaching for something in Ladd's face, just before she grabbed his neck tie and pulled him even closer to her face.
"You think I'll be pissing my pants just becouse your good at close combat? Just becouse you like to kill and scorn, while laughing like a god damn nut job? Keep thinking that, and you will get yourself killed… Ladd Russo."
She narrowed her dark brown eyes and let go of his neck tie. Ladd slowly let her hair escape his fingers, and leaned back against the car. He formed a big smile and pushed his bangs backwards.
"Heh! This is the only reason I'm letting you live… maid-chan."
Lora smiled back, and took out the tie in her hair. The black straws flowed down her back, and she got several looks from the other guys. Ladd stomped his cigarett in the side of the car, and dropped it on the ground.
"Well, shall we get going? We gotta find some house and rest tonight, it's too dangerous to move in the dark."
He turned towards Lua and bowed down against her face.
"Now, Lua… I won't let anything hurt you, not until I get to hurt you myself… so stick to me, okey, dollface?"
She nooded softly as Ladd cupped her cheek gently with his hand. Dean climbed up behind the steering wheel and started the car.
"Off we go."
The others climbed into the car, carrying their hardware in bags. Ladd guided Lua to sit beside Lora, and he himself jumped into the front passenger seat.
"Now let's roll. Into the living hell. Or rather, dead, since- you know… okey just drive."
Dean smiled, and the car followed the road down Central Park and into the sunset, towards Chicago and further.
Yes, finally done :3 There will be more of this, just gonna keep up the work I guess… I'm sorry if there was any mistakes in time and place, I don't live in America so I don't really know where things are… oh well, hope you enjoyed the story J