So yeah been meaning to work on this for a while...So this is based off telltales the walking dead and if you have played/seen that you likely know how this is gonna go. HOWEVER you do not need to know about that to understand this fic. Some characters won't be from the show but aren't OCs. I hope you enjoy! Also if you came from tumblr I changed a bit up from the about me page. Sorry~
Stan sat in the back of the agent's car, grinding his teeth at the situation and sparing a glance towards his handcuffed hands where his watch was counting down. He had to be there when it reached zero. Just had too. Glaring at the rear view mirror at the agent who had dragged him off before he could so much as explain himself to the kids...the kids…
He shook his head. He would find them after. There's no way the agents would harm them..him on the other hand…He leaned back against the seat and started thinking up escape plans. The next gravity hiccup. That would be his chance.
He raised an eyebrow as the agent turned off his radio as some guy talked about something. Must be they ran out of donuts at the base. Once the radio was off it was an uneasy silence as the agent glared at Stan and he glared back and settled on staring out the window before looking back at his watch.
"I don't think you could come over here and loosen these cuffs? They're a bit tight"
"I'm not falling for your games, Pines. You've been running your whole life. Your time is finally up."
Stan rolled his eyes. "Took you long enough. Been wanted for over 30 years. You guys must really suck at your job."
Agent Powers turned around to look at him. "Or maybe you have just been too afraid to own up to your actions. You're going to jail and I'll enjoy putting you there."
Stan rolled his eyes once more. "Said you and ever-" He paused and squinted. He knew he had bad eyes but...who was that in the middle of the road. "Umm shouldn-"
"How about you have the right to remain silent. Any-"
"I really think you sho-"
"Don't interrupt me Pines"
"WATCH OUT!"
And the car hit the figure front on. Blood splattered onto the windshield as the car went out of control and Stan did what little he could do to brace himself. To make matters worse they went down a hill and nothing could be done to prevent Stan and Powers from being flung around like ragdolls. He hit his head and he was out...just like that.
Gunshots….screams...gurgles..moans…
Stan blinked his eyes slowly as everything was more of a blur then normal. He tried to keep himself awake but once again fell into the abyss.
When he woke up again all that rang in the air was bird chirps. For a moment he couldn't feel anything….then all at once pain swept through him as he muttered a curse. His leg got cut up really badly.
"What's...where…..FORD!" He looked down at his watch and his face twisted into dismay. It was broken...but judging by the colours of the sky..he had missed it….Speaking of outside.
"Agent?...Cop guy?" He tried to get up but hit his head. "Sugar honey ice tea" Hissed out, forgetting that the kids were not there. "Where are yo-" Well there was the answer to his question...Agent Powers was facedown on the ground some distance away in a puddle of his own blood. A pistol discarded by his side with a few extra bullets…..and the keys to his handcuffs.
He had to get outside so he could get back to the portal. Powers was out...or...worse. The door was busted leaving Stan with one option.
'Legs don't fail me now…" He kicked the already cracked glass and tensed at the movement on his sore body. Three more kicks and the window finally gave in. Now the fun part. Cutting his hand on the broken glass he landed on the ground on his bad leg. Good ol Pines luck.
"Come on...come on you aren't dead yet." He stood up despite his leg practically screaming for him to stop and limped over to the Agent.
"You….okay?" he gave him a slight tap on the shoulder with his foot...nothing….He looked around uneasy..Whatever had caused this could still be in the area...Bending down with the bad leg outstretched he grabbed the pistol with one hand and examined it. He couldn't use it while cuffed but maybe it would be enough to scare away whatever it was if it came back. He put it back down however. He would need both hands to get uncuffed.
"Goddamn…." He wasn't a fan of the guy but jesus..he didn't deserve..this. Now..to grab the keys. Easy enough.
What wasn't easy was when he dropped them in front of Powers mouth. He slowly reached down, pausing to see if he was breathing...Nothing..He...he was dead.
"What happened here?" He bite his lip as he got the cuffs off with a sigh, cracking his knuckles.
"Almost forgot how much those su-" A groan from his feet. "Jesus! You're okay? What happe-"
Powers lunged for his feet, Stans reflexes took over and he jerked back, falling onto his backside. "What in the hell?! Whats wrong with you!? Was it my snappy remarks!?" Powers started to crawl forward moaning and lips curled back in a inhuman snarl. Stan kicked up dirt as he started to scootch back. He needed a weapon and he needed it now. Hand moved back to where he knew he dropped the pistol while the other one grabbed bullets.
"DON'T MAKE ME DO THIS! LAST WARNING PAL!"
Power was about to sink his teeth into his leg when Stan pulled the trigger. The gunshot rang out as Powers finally went still. Stan took a moment to catch his breath.
"You..what…" He smelled like the zombies from the party but..he looked more human..and he acted a lot more vicious...Even Soos had some human resemblance when he turned. Talking and all. 'What's going on.." He grabbed the remaining bullets and forced himself up. Wincing again at the leg when movement to his left caught his attention.
"Hel-' it was another one of those things and it was coming right at him. He needed to go and he needed to go now. He had to find Ford..Dipper...Mabel. Maybe they knew what was going on. The road..he had to hit the road….As he limped his way up he heard more and more voices behind him..not voices..groans..moans...If he slipped he had no doubt he would be sharing Powers fate. The shack. Thats where the kids would go if they could get free...and no doubt where Ford would be. So using every bit of determination in his old man body he made it back up hill...now to get back to the shack while avoiding those zombie...things.
It took forever but he turned onto his street. Leg had started to go numb but he had a old medkit in the shack. Just had to rea-
It was gone.
The shack..the portal...there was no sign of anything besides the tilted totem pole.
"No..NO way..Nonono' He picked up his speed despite the injury. "FORD! DIPPER! MABEL!" He called out, ignoring the groans and moans. 'KIDS!" he was getting light headed..likely from blood loss...He didn't care. "ANYONE?" He started to sway as he felt a hand grab his shoulder. Instincts kicked in and he swung a left hook before faceplanting into the ground. Once again out cold.
