Hello eveyone! I'm up with a new drabble again! Some weird, gory humor this time.

This little fiction is an alternative scene to Sevlow's "Mistakes". If you haven't read it, I think you should do it for three reasons:

1) It's a pretty good fic. 2) You won't be able to understand this otherwise, since I was to lazy to go into all details. 3) This contains a SPOILER for it. For the second to last chapter. Seriously, if you hate spoilers, go read it first here: s/3690142/1/Mistakes

So yeah. Zombie-related fictions really isn't my thing, but when I read that scene I just couldn't help but to get this one in my head...

I'll hope you'll enjoy it...


Colonel Roy Mustang stared in horror at the approaching zombie. His arm - no, his entire body - hurt awfully as the infection from the bite from last night spread through his body. He had tried to flame the undead creature, but the glove was too damp to spark when he snapped. He scooted backwards, away from the zombie, until his back was pressed up against a big tombstone. He almost started to panic when his feverish mind suddenly remembered the gun Riza had left him. He pulled it out with a fumbling hand and shot at the creature. The bullet hit it in the chest but it didn't seem to even notice. What it did result in though was for a bunch of photographs to fall out of the chest pocket. Family photos that was far too familiar for Roy's liking.

"Oh god, no", he whispered and looked at the undead thing that crawled towards him. He might be missing the glasses, but there was no mistaking of the body build and that decaying face.

"Maes..."

His arm was shaking violently as he took aim for the head and he knew there was no way he could miss at this distance.

But he couldn't do it. He couldn't make himself shoot his best friend, even if it just was a soulless shell. The fact that Hughes was killed by a bullet from the beginning didn't make it any better either.

The moving corpse of Maes Hughes was almost close enough to touch him and begun to raise its arm towards Roy, and at that moment the colonel made his decision: He was going to kill himself. It really was the only sensible thing to do. He lacked the gut to re-kill his friend, was too weak to get up and run away on his own and did certainly not want to be torn to pieces alive. Besides, with his infected arm, he was technically dying anyway.

Just as he was about to put the barrel in his mouth he froze. The zombie was fucking grinning at him. And it wasn't a bloodthirsty grin as once would expect from a zombie, or just some general grin, it was that grin. The muscle tissue might have decayed a bit too much to be able to hold the grin up properly, but it definitely was the same smile that was always followed by-

Yup. There it came. The hand Hughes had raised wasn't stretched out to grab him, instead it held up a dirty paper of the kind that had made the late soldier infamous at the headquarters.

The groan that escaped Roy's lips almost matched the ones of the zombies as he closed his eyes and begun to dunk his head against the engraved stone behind him. Hughes was hopeless! He was long dead and still bragging about his wife and daughter. Some things just never change...

The End. Sorta. More like to be continued in the middle of chapter 9 of Mistakes...


Well, that was a lame ending. But figuring it's supposed to "continue" (I'm not gonna write anything more on it) I guess it's okay. I did considered to have Riza pop up in the end but decided to skip that one out, didn't feel like it would make it any better. Please don't kill me for my weird humor...