She approached the huge switch and pulled it down. The lights flickered and color came back into the area. Glancing around and taking in her surroundings was the best idea, but she had other things on her mind as she flipped open the box. A golden light shone from it and weapons shone before her eyes. She picked up the weapon she got, somewhat looking at it with disgust. "It will do nicely..." she snickered and pumped it, the shell in place waiting to blow someone's – or something's – brains out.
Another person pulled her out of her thoughts and she swung around, ready to shoot but halted when she saw the person's trademark goggles with a toxic symbol on them. They did nothing to constrict his vision though. "Hey Keaton." She said, throwing him the shotgun she didn't care much for. He caught it, laughing slightly and checking to see if she pumped it correctly. She did, and he looked at her fussing with the box. It was amusing, none-the-less as she kicked the box and it opened. She let out a squeal of delight and picked the gun out of the light. It was a machine-gun with a belt wrapped around it. "The Commando!" she said, lifting off the safety and shooting at the glass and metal frames above them. Shards rained down, and a moan coursed through the empty place. Keaton turned around, frowning and looking down the stairs across from the chain link gate. A legless zombie was crawling up the stairs in a futile attempt to kill them. He smiled, aimed the shotgun with one hand and shot the zombie. It rang out as it gave one final moan before falling to the ground, dead again. He walked back to the girl who was sitting down, stretching and yawning. He sat down next to her, his white lab coat spreading out on the cement. The shirt under was black, with two swords crossed. He propped one leg up, an arm on the leg and his other leg out, his green pants in his combat boots and his boots laced tight enough so his feet and legs were snug. His fingers ran through his thick white hair that spread down his back; he didn't look old at all. The age you could guess was 16, and that would be partially right. He was 19, and glanced over at the girl that looked content sleeping.
She was also 19, a little younger though by about 2 months. Her brown hair draped across her shirt which showed a skull with a rose in its mouth. The stem of the rose was bleeding which was colored white, contrasting against the black background of the actual shirt. Her pants were loose, white with pockets and her shoes were high leather boots, going to just below her knees. Her hair was straight and bunched in a ponytail, his was wild and untamed. He ran a hand along her shallow cheekbone; it went along with her curves. He had a slim body, but was strong despite his appearance. He rubbed his eyes from under his goggles, his boney hand adjusting them. The rims were yellow, but the rest of it all was green. The toxic waste symbol was a lighter green than the rest of it, but it worked well. His eyes were a golden color, which you could only see if he took off his goggles. Her eyes were a royal blue, the color of sapphire. When she looked around you could see a sparkle in her eye no matter what she was looking at. A smile broke his face, and he rubbed her cheek for a few more seconds until the peace was broken by a moan. His face dropped as he shook her violently causing her to jump up, grabbing her Commando and aiming around with it.
He put his hand on her shoulder in a comforting manner, and she responded by grabbing onto his arm and leading him down the stairs. He followed her without questions. She led him down to a giant opening area, debris everywhere and windows with bars and wood planks being torn down by the undead, but that's not what she focused on. There were stairs which led to a great camping spot and an opening. She let go of his arm and ran to a control pad, pressing buttons that probably did nothing until she heard a voice ring out confirming the lunar lander was activated. The voice sounded Russian, but she took no note of it as she stood atop the staircase, challenging the zombies below. And challenge her they did as one by one they ascended the staircase only to be mowed down by the bullets from her gun. Her face was serious, and she handled them like it was an everyday chore.
Keaton, however, was very busy due to only having a shotgun. He kept calm though, and shot a group of four zombies which became decapitated from the shells burst. Blood flecked into his hair, onto his once pristine lab coat and onto his boots. He smirked, kicking back a zombie and shooting it without hesitation. Looking back to make sure the girl was safe, he panicked as a stray zombie sprinted to her from behind. He didn't waste any time getting down there, he got off his small catwalk, onto the metal as the lunar lander descended into its platform causing smoke to drift everywhere from the fire, and knocked the zombie to the ground. She didn't notice; she was in a trance watching the zombies die and swiftly reloading when needed. He shot the zombie, blood flying onto the murder scene and he turned back to face his window only to see zombies pouring down the stairs. And after HIS girl! He looped his arm around her waist, causing her to drop the magazine she was reloading with and dragged her onto the lunar lander, slamming a button causing it to take off. She grunted as it lifted off into the air, and looked down to notice he was still down there. "Keaton!" she screamed, watching the crowd of zombies grow. He was overwhelmed, and he knew it. But as long as she was safe, he would be fine. A zombie scratched him, tearing his coat and he shot them, the shotgun now out of shells. Shit… he cursed to himself, ran past the zombies and onto the catwalk. There was a fence bordering it, but the part in front of him was bent and torn off. Taking one last glance at the zombies behind him, he jumped onto the ground below, grunting when he hit the bottom and started running in the direction of where the lunar lander went.
She landed, and as soon as the bars went down she sprinted up a small flight of stairs and onto a circular balcony overlooking a centrifuge. She opened a double metal door, reloaded her Commando and dashed outside. She looked both directions, one way open and one way sealed off with a chain link fence like in the power room. She turned toward the moans and ran, only seeing a giant horde of zombies in the way. "Keaton!" she screamed, hoping he would show up. The zombies turned toward her, moaning at new prey and stumbled over each other to get to the fresh meat. The other one was already gone, and their hunger was unsatisfied. She bristled, and her teeth clenched together. "You bastards…!" she yelled, unleashing hell with her bullets. They were torn apart easily and blood stained the ground and walls, seeping into the earth eternally. One of the zombies shrieked as it reached out to touch the girl but she shot its arm off in a burst and then its head exploded into little brain parts. She was shaking and hadn't noticed it until now as she fell on the ground, choking back tears. Where are you... Someone touched her shoulder, and she looked at the boy. Blinking once or twice, she pulled him down to her level and hugged him not letting go. He didn't want her to let go either, he had hid behind the sentry gun and most of the debris from the zombies, and was unhappy to cause her even the littlest bit of distress. They got up after a few minutes of comfort, and walked back to the lunar lander spot. She pressed the buttons and the lunar lander flew to its destination, waiting to be used for an escape. She sighed and lay down under a chalk outline of a grenade bag, Keaton sat on a group of boxes across from her and under a television screen that showed nothing but the box and sometimes the illuminati symbol but he didn't know what it meant. He didn't know what anything meant. How they got here was a mystery, and how they would get out of here was even bigger. He sighed, taking off his goggles and looking at the sky for anything unusual. Nothing but the beam of light straying from the mystery box, and it was surprisingly peaceful. The peacefulness was broken slightly by a little bit of music. He looked around for the source, but couldn't find it and stood up, walking toward the direction. It was a machine next to a shelf. It stood a head taller than him, and said PH-D Flopper. He snickered at the name, but then wondered what kind of machine it was. Poking at one of the lights, he found it did nothing. He pushed it, it did nothing. Stupid machine… What are you supposed to do! He thought, outraged and kicked it. It shook and a bottle rolled out. He picked it up; the liquid inside was purple and there was a sticker with the same toxic symbol on it, but it was white on a purple backround and it looked to have lines coming out of it. He unscrewed the bottle cap, and took a swig but coughed and threw it against the shelf, knocking a few things off. "Gross!" he yelled, and then covered his mouth. The girl came in, wondering what happened.
"You talked…?" she asked, her eyes lighting up even more. She took note of his German accent, the way it sounded soft like feathers, and desperate to be let out. He looked away, wiping his mouth. It was disgusting, tasted like prunes. She sighed, kicked the same machine and picked up the bottle. "You should talk more…" she said, frowning. "You have a nice voice..." He shook his head, he was mute. He had wished his little sister to go away and never return. She was 5. Later that school day she was abducted by someone. They never found her, and they never found who was guilty. He wanted to cry again, but he wouldn't. His calm face returned but he laughed as she spit the disgusting drink out. "Gross! Tastes like prunes!" She exclaimed, throwing the bottle down. Looking at the shelf, she noticed a doll on the ground. She picked it up, and examined it. It looked like a Japanese officer, and right as she was about to put it on the shelf it talked.
"Who are you?" she took a step back; it had said it in a high pitched voice. Looking at Keaton, he shook his head and she looked at it again.
"What the heck...? What kind of doll is that?" she said, questioning the doll. He shrugged, walking outside next to a few barrels and yawning. She did too and sat down next to him, taking a few glances around the place. Looking behind herself, there was a giant mural of the CCCP and Russians. She looked at her friend, he was already asleep and he looked peaceful. So peaceful... she thought, and wiped a little bit of dried blood off of his face. He stirred but didn't wake up, and thats what she wanted. She walked off the pad, through a door and up some stairs to the power room, where the box lay dormant. Opening it, she scanned her surroundings and noticed the rocket. How did i not notice that before? she wondered until she heard a little girl giggling. She turned her attention back to the box and found a bloody teddy bear rising out of it. It had one eye missing and an ear torn off. It floated up into the air, along with the box and disappeared.
"Bye bye!" It exclaimed, and the teenager stared at the sky in hate.
"Who are you?" she asked, sounding curious but mad as well. It was met with a more sinister laugh, and a half demonic voice taunting her.
"Wouldn't you like to know... Elizabeth."
"Yes i would!" Elizabeth said, now frightened a little bit. "And how do you know my name!" A beam of light shone into the sky and she turned her attention to it. Walking down back to the lunar lander pad, she sighed. How did she know my name... and who is she? Keaton stirred next to her, and she turned to face him. His face was contorted in pain, apparently suffering from a nightmare. She tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, and put her head on his shoulder.
Where are we... And why are we here...
A.N. : Alright so this is my first story on FF, hope you like it! Reviews and criticism is appreciative, they make me happy. C: I give out free cookies.
This is probably an unoriginal story, but it is going to take place in Ascension if you cant tell and have our favorite Zombie Hunters! ... in about 2-3 chapters.