A/N: A John/Bonnie/Abigail two-shot! During Undead Nightmare. It will be very mature so please mature audiences only!
Never The End: Red Dead Undead Nightmare
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Rotted blood stained his face, his clothes and held his hair matted together; he held tightly to his double-barrell, his hands uncontrollably shaken by everything he's seen, and everything he's been through in just two days of this unwanted event. John looked up to the green-sold skies and clenched his jaw until it hurt. His family was messed up because of this; every human ever born were biting fingers off others, sucking folk dry and bearing a growl so demonic and so out of this human world, it just wasn't fair.
Instead of just standing there like a fool in the middle of infected Blackwater, he mounted his horse, slumped his shotgun onto his back and rode off, headed for Hennigan's Stead.
He saw so many infected folk; it was sad to just see them once as he rode by and try to forget their distorted, decomposing faces, but that was nearly impossible. This strange bug in the air was killing so many innocent people, even the children and that broke his heart.
The air was growing hotter and hotter by each passing moment, and the fog appeared thicker than before making it hard to see the path he was on. He couldn't really do anything about it; the fog was nearly too thick and his left eye was on the verge of dying on him; has been for years now. "Damnit!" he cursed into the green thickening fog, and just before he had anytime to think, his mount whinnied so loud, jumped to it's hind legs and knocked John right onto his back, hard.
He lay there for a while before he realized what the real issue was for the horse to have done that. It was another infected, a matted haired woman, clothes ripped and torn, parts of her olive green flesh showing through, and areas on her body falling off in wet chunks.
John didn't really take the time to lay there and take a gander, he just grabbed his revolver at his hip and fired a single bullet at her head. It exploded pretty heavy and he watched as every last bit of her human brain splattered to the ground in a wet, sloppy, putred puddle.
He closed his eyes at the sight, and found his mount just a foot away from where he lay. He jumped on, stuck his boots in the stirrups and kicked it into a gallop down the now visible path. John was worried, he didn't want to have to see these folk in a terrible mess; missing eyes, broken legs, and limbs dropping like nobody's business. So he swallowed to clear his throat, in case he had to speak to those few survivors, he didn't want to come off as scared or frightened, it wasn't right for folk to know that especially in this mess, it would only bring more fear to those he'd save.
So pulling on the reins, his mount fell into a careful walk down the dirt path into Macfarlane's ranch. There were some dead folk laying around, blood puddles everywhere and several poorly fired bullets. "Mr. Marston, oh thank god can you help us!" an older woman standing on the roof of the chicken coop came to his attention and he climbed free from his horse.
John nodded and handed her a few extra bullets. She was terribly shaken and frightened; tears stained her pale face, she must've have fired many of those poorly shot bullets.
Getting his shotgun in hand, John aimed and fired, knocking many undead to the ground, heads nothing but brain and blood.
There were quite a few but he along with help managed to kill them all off. "What is this world comin' to?" he said quietly to himself, climbing his mount once again, trotting off to where Ms. Macfarlane lived.
By the looks of things it seemed no one was home, but someone was. Racket could be heard from just outside her house, grabbing John's worried attention. The sounds of gun shots and shattering glass was what startled him.
He jumped off his horse, stumbled from his knocking knees, and ran into the house, kicking in the front door. "Ms. Macfarlane, you in here!" he yelled, his shotgun ready to blow more undead heads in, his eyes looking around scarcely and nervously. The house was a complete disaster; there was blood stained everywhere. The beautiful walls, bloodied, the expensive dishes, shattered on the wooden floor. John swallowed hard this time and followed the bloody trail upstairs.
The strong scent of death and decay filled his nostrils and he coughed roughly, shielding his mouth with his hand. As he reached the top stair, he saw a large puddle of blood, so dark and thick he could smell it, and it smelled so strangely human. His heart began to race faster as he walked cautiously through the messy hall, his rusty spurs hitting the floorboards.
"Ms. Macfarlane, Mr. Macfarlane?" he called out daughter and father's name, hoping he'd get a response of some kind, but no. Another gun shot crackled through the air, echoing it nearly deafed John. "Come out you sons a' bitch!" John stood back from the threshold of the first bedroom, which was the first bedroom lining the hall. It looked like Mr. Macfarlane's room, and nothing but a few broken lamps and mirrors was all he found. He searched the room, opened closets, drawers just in case, and left finding nothing.
Then he entered the second door right next to Drew's bedroom; it was the bathroom. Pretty nice and everything was covered in blood. John's face distorted; he hated seeing what he saw. He slowly entered to room, making sure he didn't miss anything and then just as he turned to leave, he heard a loud thump in the hallway and jumped, turning around to find that it was Ms. Macfarlane, laying on the floor, trying to get to her feet, a gun in her bloody hand.
John was speechless when he saw her. He remained frozen but not for long. "M-Ms. Macfarlane, are you hurt?" it was time for John to save her life again, kneeling beside her, realizing that she has been wounded.
Bonnie coughed up blood, and smiled. "N-no I jus' fell into some glass I'm fine, no bites thank..uh..god!" she took John's gloved hand, him squeezing tightly from all the thick slippery blood between their hands. Her upper thigh was bleeding terribly. Her nightgown was covered in blood from head to toe; sad too because it looked beautiful on her.
"You are all cut up Ms. Macfarlane, I need to get you out of here, and where's your father?" John still held onto her bloodied hand, letting it go to hold onto his shotgun. Bonnie had trouble standing and her eyes never left her bedroom.
"I can't kill him John, I can't..." Bonnie fell over and lay limp. John was startled by this and got down to help her but just before he could put his hand on her to help, that deep demonic sound filled his ears and he was too late to react.
The undead pounced on him, flinging its' saliva and blood trying to penetrate John's shoulders with its' damaged fingernails.
"What the hell is your problem!" John used all that he had at the moment, and that was his foot. He managed to kick the bastard off him, but it only gave him 5 seconds to react. He reached for his shotgun and fired just in the nick of time.
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Looking down at the dead corpse, John could tell it wasn't Drew just by the outfit and body size.
"Ms. Macfarlane, get up come on!" John reached down to help her stand, with one arm around her. She was still alive and thank god for that. On the way outside, Bonnie hurled blood and a lot of it. Her hair was still in its' natural little bun, not much blood matted, but she managed to throw most of that blood on John and herself.
He'd seen this once; she was gone. Her skin was already changing, her lovely peach flesh was dying, turning grey and he knew he couldn't shoot her, he just couldn't bring himself to doing it, even thinking it. She was a good friend, no way he was going to put a bullet in her head.
"Oh John, why did you have to come, I don't want you to see me like this," she gave a soft smile, and John put her down on the front porch floorboards, kneeling above her.
He dropped his weapon and took his hat off as well. "Who bit you?" John was trying so hard to keep his hands away from her; he wanted to touch her face and tell her it was alright, but that would be a lie, and there was no reason to touch her. Bonnie's face went hard, like she was about to cry biting her bloody lip. "I wasn't bit John, I have shards of gl-glass in my stomach..." she silently cried and John decided for this time to touch her; he stroked her cheek, feeling a bit awkward doing it but it made her calm down.
"Don't worry," John told her and she shut her eyes.
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E/N: I liked this ending! Please tell me what you thought about it! Had to fix it because the last ending was really stupid!