just another random Walking Saints fic, since I've always wanted to write a fic that involved Connor, Daryl AND Murphy.

Might be shippy later.

Day One

When they heard about a riot in cell block A they weren't really surprised. They had been locked up with the most violent fucks of them all, so Murphy seriously didn't get why everyone wouldn't stop brabbling about it. Rumours were that two or more prisoners had died in the mess, but he didn't really care or feel sorry. Quiet the opposite. Many of their fellow inmates were talking about how they would have loved to be part of that riot, and the younger MacManus was certainly thinking the same way. Not just for the fighting fun, but also because this would have been the opportunity to kill some of the most evil bastards inside this prison. You would expect that Connor was thinking the same, and some part of him certainly did, but there was this other side of the older MacManus that was taking over, and that was annoying the crap out of his brother. Whenever people started talking about the riot and Murphy expressed his desire to be part of that Connor would just take the riot as perfect reason why they needed to get out. His other half seriously didn't get it. Of course he wanted to get out because he hated those goddamn bars and goddamn cells, but at the same time this place was the perfect location for them. Countless scumbags who couldn't get away from them were all around them, so why not use this opportunity? Endless bloody fights and more and more riots everyday would be the perfect cover. It would be so easy to start killing prisoners, to make it an inside job. If only Connor just stopped making useless plans on breaking out and used the time to actually start working on plans to get their job to work inside this fucking shithole. Ever since his brother's first plan had failed (they had tried to flee on their way from the Hoag to this prison) the slighty older of the two had changed for the worst. One could almost say that he was obsessed with his plans these days, because he was either thinking and brooding over it all the time, or he wouldn't stop talking about it. When Murphy wasn't annoyed or pissed at him then he was just worried about that. The reason for their relocation had been some sort of mass hysteria/disease in Boston and soon the whole of Massachusetts, and from what they heard the thing was spreading all over the freaking continent. People were going crazy, people were anxious, and the fact that Connor was obsessing over his desire to get out wasn't exactly a good sign either. Sometimes the younger brother just watched his twin brood with a worried look on his face. What if Connor was freaking out, too? They had never really disagreed on anything and they had never really not felt the same way about anything...so what the hell was going on?

Day Two

Murphy finally understood why Connor wanted to get the hell out of this place. The riot had just been the fun part. In just a matter of two days the whole world was spinning out of control. They could feel that this was big. Too big. The riots got even worse because of the several power outages. There were more relocations. Another cell block. Power down. Another cell block. And so on and so on. They hadn't really eaten anything in two days. They hadn't been outside either, except when they had been brought to another block. Connor and Murphy would exchange several worried glances when they saw that there was a lot of blood on the pavement.

Day Three

Connor tried to talk to Jackson, one of the guards they trusted and who was part of their grand plan to get out of prison.
It made them even more suspicious when he didn't tell them anything, and that made the older of the two brothers even more determined.

"We need to get the hell outta this place Murph."

For the first time the dark-haired MacManus wouldn't answer his twin with an annoyed eye roll and some sort of rant. He still couldn't stop thinking about the blood on the pavement and the fact that there were less and less inmates with them. Murphy looked out of their cell and nodded.

"Aye."

Day Three- Night

Their night could have been straight from a horror movie. Even more prisoners had died, and for the first time Connor and Murphy were experiencing that sort of rioting themselves. Because it started right in the middle of their new cell block. There had been yelling at first. Then screaming. Then even more terrifying sounds of tearing and gurgling. The fact that the power was really gone now didn't exactly help either, but this part of the prison and its cells didn't rely on the power. The doors opened and closed mechanically with some good old keys, which made escaping practically impossible. The MacManus twins were still locked in their cell when all hell broke loose, and for a while they couldn't see anything at all. More bone chilling screaming in the dark, more tearing and screeching, until they could finally see them. It had been a pair of bloody hands at first, but soon countless blood stained faces of several inmates and guards were pressing against their cell bars. Even Murphy couldn't hold back a terrified and surprised scream as he watched how these...things were trying to get inside their cell.

"What the fuck is going on?!" he yelled at his brother, who had instinctively placed himself in front of him, but Connor didn't have an answer, which made Murphy panic even more. He hit his brother's shoulder to get his attention and pointed at one of the bloody prisoners.

"His fucking guts are hanging out! Connor, what the fuck!"

When his older half still wouldn't react Murphy decided to do something.
He made his way past Connor and kicked the bars several times, while his panic and rage fully took over.

"Fuck off!"

"Murph!"

"I said fuck off, you sickos!"

More screaming outside. More yelling. Why would fucking Connor do something? Murphy yelped in pure horror when one of the bloody things managed to grab his leg during his kicking attacks. The younger MacManus lost his balance and fell to the ground, and he could feel how the thing started chewing, actually chewing on his shoe.

"Get off me! Fuck off! Connor!"

He finally got a reaction from his older half, who was on him in a matter of split seconds.
So here they were, yelling and screaming and fighting and kicking until the thing finally let go of Murphy.

"What the fuck is going on?!" Murphy yelled at his twin again, and got even more furious and confused when Connor answered with the words the younger hated to hear.

"I don't fucking know!"

Day Four - Early Morning

The "riot" had eventually stopped. Connor and Murphy had been fighting all night, although it hadn't really been a physical fight. It had been more like some sort of psychological torture. They still didn't know what was going on, they still didn't know what had caused all those prisoners to go crazy on them, but they were sure about one thing. It wasn't fucking natural. Some of those sick bastards that had been piling up on their cell were -so- injured that they couldn't possibly be alive anymore. Organs were sticking out of their bellies. Throats were missing, and no matter what they threw at them or yelled at them, they wouldn't stop coming, wouldn't stop trying to break in. Soon Connor and Murphy had been too exhausted to keep fighting them, so they fell to their knees and started praying instead. Repeating the words, over and over again. Together at first, but soon mumbling them to themselves. Praying to god that the nightmare would end soon, that there would be an explanation. But they already knew the answer. The virus had followed them, even down here. Just like it had knocked out Boston, then Massachusetts, it had now krept its way inside their prison, inside their cell block, and it was just a matter of time until it got inside their cell. They would look at the prisoners every once in a while, hoping that they were gone by now, but they weren't so lucky. Connor eventually looked at Murphy and Murphy looked at Connor, and they both knew that this could be their last night on earth. So they just stared at each other, still silently praying, until they fell quiet completely and just kept staring at each other. I fucking love you, man. The blonde thought and the dark-haired twin nodded. I know. I know. Same here. But then everything ended just abruptly as it had started. Several guards stormed in their cell block, wearing heavy riot suits and helmets and shields. The blood thirtsy mob of those godless creatures got slaughtered by bullets right in front of the twins eyes, but there was no time for celebrations. As soon as the armoured guards had made sure that none of the former prisoners got up again they made their way down the hall, looking inside each cell to check on the remaining prisoners. Another few shots rang through the hall and Connor and Murphy just kept looking at each other, confusion written all over their faces. A loud knock on their prison cell startled the both of them, so they turned their heads to see what was going on, if it was another one of those bloody faces.

"You! Cuff yourselves! Tight! Now!" the armoured guards yelled at them and threw two long zipties at them.

The twins frowned yet again and looked at them.

"What?"

They both backed off when one of the guards raised his rifle and pointed it right at them.

"Cuff yourselves! Now!"

Connor put his hands in the air, Murphy just gave the man a death glare.

"Or what? Yer gonna shoot us you fu..."

"Just...just relax, aye. We'll do it, we'll do it" the blonde interrupted his brother and knelt down to get the ties.

The guards looked at them a little while longer, and Connor had to force his brother to put his hands on his back.

"Just do as they fuckin say, Murph" he hissed and pulled hard, which made his younger half grunt.

"What the fuck's going on here, man?!" his twin yelled, being anything but calm.

Neither the guards nor Connor would answer him though, because the armoured men had disappeared and his brother was busy pulling his own ties closed with his teeth. Now that the younger MacManus couldn't do anything with his hands anymore he started walking up and down their tiny cell. The entire freaking block smelled of blood by now. It made him sick, it made him angry, it confused the hell out of him, and the fact that there were still gunshots ringing through the hall every couple of seconds and the fact that Connor, fucking Connor, was just sitting there on their bunk bed didn't really help much. The blonde twin was just sitting there, eyes fixed on their door, waiting for any sort of movement. Every now and then he would stare at the pile of bodies on the ground. None of the guards were paying attention to that. They all just stepped over the slaughtered mess, and although the older of the two brothers looked relatively calm on the outside he was quite confused himself and wouldn't stop asking the same question in his head. What the fuck was going on? Both brothers turned their heads when they heard how their door was opened and a familiar voice spoke to them.

"Get out."

Connor got up from the bed and approached the guard, the only one they could trust in this godforsaken place.

"Jackson, what the fuck is going on here, seriously."

The man just stared at them and swallowed.

"Do as I say. Step out of this cell. Both of you."

Connor and Murphy exchanged another bunch of worried looks but did as they were told. Several other of the remaining prisoners had been told the same by the looks of it, because they were all lining up in front of their cells now. No one seemed to get what was going on, and no one was told anything, no matter how loud and vulgar the prisoners got. The guards in riot suits were just standing in front of the maybe 15-20 cuffed prisoners, rifles in their hands. Standing and staring. Jackson was still facing the MacManus twins, and they could see it in his face that there was some odd shit going on.

"Maybe they're bringing us to another cell block?" Murphy muttered and leaned in so he could be closer to his twin, since none of the guards were actually talking to them.

"I don't know Murph, guess we'll just have ta wait and see. Just relax, brother."

He wouldn't stop staring at Jackson though, as they all waited for instructions, any words, anything.

"Take aim!"

In just a matter of seconds every single rifle was being pointed at the prisoners and all hell broke loose. There was yelling, there was shouting, there was running, and soon the regular BANG BANG BANG echoed through the halls again. One after one they fell to the ground, and both brothers panicked.

"You can't just fuckin execute us!" Murphy yelled at them but wouldn't move an inch.

He knew that as soon as he started running he would be their next victim.

Connor kept staring at the guard in front of them. The others were running after the remaining prisoners, who were trying to run away.

"Jackson! Jackson, listen ta me" Connor tried to reason with the man, but the guard just shook his head and aimed his gun at Connor's head.

"I'm sorry boys."

"I'm gonna fucking kill ye if ye pull the trigger!" Murphy spat and jumped in front of his brother, who tried to shove his twin out of the way.

Jackson hesitated. Just one second, and that was all they needed. The screaming and shouting suddenly changed into something more dangerous, something more hair curling, and when they turned their heads they could see that the bloody monsters had returned again. The guards were losing control over the situation, and Connor startled when someone (or something?) grabbed his arm.

"Follow me!"

When he turned his head he was staring in Jackson's face. The man was no longer pointing a gun at him, and the look on his face told the older MacManus everything he needed to know. They were finally going to get out of this place.

Day Four- Noon

"Take this and wait here! I'll be right back!" they heard him say, and that was the last time they saw Jackson. The guard threw his gun at them and ran back to the corridor through which they had managed to get to the cafeteria. A second later he pulled the door shut behind him and the rustling of some sort of metal chains could be heard. Then there was nothing. Apart from the screaming and shouting and all the gunshots outside. For a while they just stared at the door and listened. Both twins were still shocked, and Connor was quite surprised when he realized that he was actually shaking.

"Did that really just fucking happen?" he finally managed to answer and Murphy snorted.

"I was just about ta ask ye the same fucking thing."

Day Four - Night

"He said he'd be right back!"

All of Murphy's yelling and running around was driving his older twin insane. They had been locked up inside this room for six hours now. Six fucking hours.
The screaming and shooting outside had stopped, and it was the silence that was driving them crazy.

Connor was sitting on one of the chairs and massaged his aching temples. And the fact that Murphy kept banging and banging on the fucking door like a...

"Would you fucking shut it?!"

"No I fucking won't! They locked us up in this fucking kitchen, he said he'd be right back, I wanna get out of this fucking place and away from those sickos, just..
Let us out you fucking bastards!" the dark-haired MacManus yelled and kept shaking and kicking the door.

It was dark inside the cafeteria, and no matter how many times he flipped the light switch, the thing wouldn't work. Nothing would fucking work, because there was still no power. He hated the darkness, he hated to know that those sick monsters might still be roaming through the prison right now, all around them, closing in on them, just like those goddamn walls seemed to be coming closer and closer and closer...He just needed to get the hell out of here, why wouldn't his fucking brother get that? Connor, who was just sitting there, doing absolutely nothing to get them out of here?

"Let us out you..!"

"Murphy! Shut it!"

"You shut it! Yer the one sitting there like nothing fucking happened, he told us he'd.."

"He's fucking gone, don't ye get it!" Connor spat and Murphy just stared at him.

His brother got up and pointed at the door.

"You've seen what's been going on out there, 's fucking chaos! Yer screaming ain't helping, and it sure as hell won't bring tha fucker back any faster.
Now shut it and calm the fuck down!"

Murphy gritted his teeth and just kept staring at his brother. This wasn't how it was supposed to work. Connor wasn't supposed to say shit like this right now. Connor was the one who was supposed to tell him that this shit wasn't as fucked up as it seemed, that Jackson would be getting them out soon. He needed to hear it, because he knew how ridiculous and stupid it was, he needed to hear it because he didn't believe it himself. But Connor wouldn't say it. Wouldn't say anything in fact. His twin went back to his chair and sat down to stare holes in the air.

Day Five - Early Morning

The banging on the door woke him up, but not Murphy. His brother had fallen asleep right on his chair, hands buried in his arms on the table. The younger twin could always sleep, no matter where he was, no matter what had happened. And he would always sleep like a log, but not Connor. He was the one who needed hours to fall asleep, and he was also the one who woke up because of the slightest breeze. But the banging was quite loud, so he was surprised when it wouldn't wake Murphy up this time. The door on the other side of the cafeteria was shaking with every bang, and when he concentrated he could hear it again, the strange groaning and moaning which seemed so out of this world. He was a grown man, fuck, a serial killer, but even he had to admit that it scared the crap out of him. He remembered the attacks from the day before, all those terrifying bloody faces that were no longer human, he remembered all the blood, all the guts, and he knew that this sort of noise didn't mean anything good. The door kept shaking and shaking violently with every bang, and he suddenly no longer hated the fact that they were locked in this cafeteria, and he sure as hell didn't want the locks to break anytime soon. He considered waking Murphy in case those things managed to get inside, but when he looked at his younger half he realized that he just couldn't do that. His brother looked more peaceful than he had been in weeks right now, and the only reason why he looked like that was the fact that he was actually sleeping. So the older MacManus got up on his own, grabbing Jackson's gun on his way to the door. For a while he just stood there and listened. It sounded like at least ten people were standing on the other side of the door, knocking and growling like hungry but also tired dogs. Their throats sounded dry as hell, which made the groaning sound even more inhuman. Connor placed a hand on the shaking door and just listened, and for the first time after everything that had happened realisation crashed down on him. Something big was happening here. Something terrifying. And the fact that they were locked in a cafeteria was probably the least of their problems. And for the first time in his life he didn't have a plan, didn't have a clue how to get them out of this.