A/N: This is going to be interesting. I've never written a fic for Kim Possible before, but after reading so many great ones I decided to give it a try. This is pretty much the movie 28 Days Later, but with Kim and Shego. That's right, zombie-esque action. Blame the muses. I go where they lead me. This is AU, so no Ron, Rufus or tweebs. I also aged Kim a little bit so she's 19 in this story.
This is also a pseudo homage to 'Alone, Together' by Failt200, a totally awesome story which you need to go and read if you haven't. In fact, stop reading this and go read that.
Disclaimer: Kim Possible does not belong to me, nor does 28 Days Later. That should be painfully obvious. No harm intended. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, after all.
Warnings: This will traipse down the road of (eventual) Kim/Shego. If you don't like the idea of two girls being together, hit the back button on your browser. Rated M for the pairing and language. I don't usually write with (major) curse words, so this is a first as well. There aren't many though.
Lyrics:
Crowded streets are cleared away
One by One
Hollow heroes separate
As they run – So Cold, Breaking Benjamin
Survival, Part One:
Silence
By Melissa
There were no sounds, save for the very soft inhalation and exhalation of breath.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
With a sharp intake of breath, Kimberly Ann Possible cracked her eyes open. Sunlight was streaming through a large window directly onto her face. Her eyes moved slowly around, taking in the surroundings. The room was not one she recognized, which definitely meant she wasn't in her home.
She would soon discover that her dreamless sleep was actually the safer of the two places to be.
She was in a hospital room, hooked up to machines that were, interestingly enough, not beeping. She looked around, obviously confused.
'Definitely a hospital room,' she thought to herself. "Definitely a hospital gown," she said out loud, looking down at the flimsy piece of cloth that clung to her frame.
Kim began to rack her brains as to how she ended up here. She vaguely recalled having to escape one of Senor Senior Sr.'s death traps, if they could really even be called that. The memory stopped abruptly. She had no idea how she had managed to end up here.
'At least I'm alive,' she mused. Missing time could be dealt with.
She stood up uneasily, but didn't get very far due to the IV in her arm. She followed the tubing with her eyes, ending at the bag of fluid. Or had what once been a bag of fluid. It was completely gutted and empty.
"Someone is definitely slacking on their job," she said to no one in particular. She placed a thumb on top of her skin, at the crook of her left arm, under which the needle was inserted. Applying pressure, she withdrew the needle, before bending her arm up to slow the flow of blood. There was no need to have the worthless IV line any longer.
She took a few unsteady steps forward and wobbled. To steady herself, her hand fell upon the footboard of the hospital bed. Her fingers landed upon a hanging clipboard. Kim picked it and read her own medical record. It looked like she had suffered a head injury, and had been unconscious for quite some time.
What was extra weird was that the entries abruptly stopped, as of a few days ago. No dates, no medication administrations, no observations, no initials.
'Odd,' Kim thought to herself. 'There's no way that no one would have not checked on me in that time. It's a hospital, for pete's sake.'
Kim walked to the doorway of her room and peaked her head out into the hallway, hoping to see some doctors and nurses bustling about.
There was no one though. The hallway was completely devoid of life.
"Why can't anything be easy?" she asked herself out loud.
A quick search of her room yielded nothing of use. Not her clothes, not her kimmunicator, nothing.
She rolled her eyes. "Fabulous."
Having no reason to stay where she was, Kim began to walk the halls. Items of all sorts were strewn about. Papers, clipboards, magazines, writing instruments, medical instruments and equipment, overturned carts and gurneys, and so on. But there was absolutely no sign of any human being.
"Hello?" Kim called out.
No answer.
She felt like she was in the movie 'Titanic' looking for signs of life in the icy waters. She bit back the urge to yell out, 'Is anyone alive out there?!'
Everywhere she went was the same. No patients, no staff, no visitors. One of the rooms she checked was the locker room. Tired of being less than decently dressed, she grabbed a pair of folded scrubs and shoes from an open locker. No one was around to mind. Once she was clad in light blue, she again went on her way.
"How hard did I hit my head??" The exasperation in her voice was more than evident. "I so must be dreaming."
She made her way to the lobby of the hospital. A soda machine had been broken out, spilling cans across the floor. Kim knelt down and picked up a diet cola, cracked it open, and took a swig. At least that small action was still the same.
There was a discarded backpack on the floor. Kim picked it up and looked inside. There was nothing noteworthy, so she emptied it out and slung it over her shoulder. Just in case she needed to carry anything that wouldn't fit in the pockets of her scrubs.
Sighing, and resigning herself, Kim pushed open one of the front doors and stepped out into the sunshine.
Outside was no better. The streets were looking the same as the hospital corridors. Cars overturned or parked haphazardly. The street was littered with any number of everyday objects. It was as if everyone had panicked, dropped what they were doing, and ran away.
"Hello!!" The teen hero cried out.
There was still no response.
Her town, once so full of life, was now seemingly devoid of it.
"Where is everyone??"
The vacant streets didn't offer up any sort of answer.
Sighing heavily, she began to walk.
"It's like I fell asleep watching a horror movie or something…."
To Be Continued…
A/N: Slow start, I know. More where this came from, though. If anyone is interested. Until next time.
