This is written by Sue-AnneSparrow and Me-Loves-Orli, hope ye like!

It's sort of a crossover with Dawn of the Dead, but because none of the characters from Dawn of the Dead will be in this story, we're just posting it under OUATIM fics.

Chapter one
Faithless

There was something he couldn't quite picture, something foggy. There was something that made him come back. He didn't knew what precisely, but his conscience screamed: 'help him!' So, there he was, walking into the city, while the sun was setting. Looking at the red horizon he continued his walk through the deserted streets.

Questioned he looked up at the sky, "Santa Maria, why did I have to come back here? In a matter of hours Cartels will be trashing this city, trying to find any clues to discover who made this coup. I don't want to be around then." He sighed, when he didn't receive an answer, not that he'd expected one. He continued walking back into the city again.

It wasn't a nice sight. All the joy of the festival was gone, replaced by many deaths. He turned his head away fast, when he saw a little girl laying on the street, her eyes were turned wide open to the sky, as if she'd been asking god why he had let this happen to her.

It was something he himself asked a lot lately, why did the good and honest people had to suffer for what the bad did. But then again, since the day his Carolina and their daughter had been killed he started to lose his faith in God.

The smell of dried blood hung in the air and he fastened his walk. He tried not to think about the many parents, brothers, sisters, children, who'd come home finding there beloved hadn't returned yet.

He walked away from the bodies and walked into a dark alley. He stopped walking when he saw a trail of blood. He kneeled down and noticed it wasn't dry yet, that meant the victim was still close by. He shook his head and stood up. He stared at the long trail of blood, whoever the victim was, the person had lost a lot of blood and must be in horrible pain.

Slowly he started walking along the trail of red liquid. He had to find out whether he could help the person at the other end. All of a sudden the trail seemed to become more of a small line and in the end it disappeared entirely. He looked around confused and frowned. 'How can this be?' He asked himself, 'whoever it was can't just have stopped bleeding.'

Suddenly he heard a soft moan, like a cry for help. El turned around, behind him stood nothing more that a large container standing in the shadows, probably used for the restaurant's trash. Then his eyes started to accustom to the darkness and he saw a slim figure laying against the container. He hurried over to the shivering figure.

It was still to dark to see everything, but his eyes widened when he saw the pile of blood surrounding the poor person. "Señor?" A little scared, because of the looks of the man he kneeled down besides the figure and noticed the person was a man, from about his age, much of his face was covered by a large pair of sunglasses, still it wasn't hard to see the pain on the mans face.

El raised his hand and touched the forehead of the man and jerked back. The man was burning from fever, "Señor?" He placed his hand on the man's shoulder. The man let out a desperate cry and tried to crawl away from him again.

"No mueva a señor," he whispered, "Yo le obtendré fuera de aquí." He placed his hand under the man's head and pulled him up gently. The man winced and tried to get out of his grip.

"I don't... want to get away..." He whispered slowly, it was clear how hard it was for the man to speak, "you have no idea... how this feels..." he pointed at his glasses. Now El saw that the man's face was covert with fresh blood, blood that was still dripping from his chin to the ground, "you want to help... me... shoot me... end this... for the love of god."

"No si señor," El stammered a little frightened by the man's reaction. Sure he was in a great deal of pain, but bullet holes weren't that dreadful, he was the living proof of that. He saw the man's body ease and could catch him before the man could hit the wall. Immediately his hand connected with the sticky crimson liquid, "Ai, he's in an even worse condition then I thought."

He placed his hand palm in the back of the man's neck and grabbed him around the waist.

He pulled the man up and saw the blood mix with his shirt. "After this I can throw this thing away," he mumbled. Feeling a little sick, realising blood was slowly covering his chest.

He started to walk the way back, he saw the trail of blood again, but his time he was walking away from it.

Back in the light he assured the man, "Todo sera bien señ-" He'd looked down at the body he was carrying along. He stopped walking and stared at the unconscious man in his arms. The first thing that he thought was: 'Throw him down, walk away and don't look back.'

In his arms he was holding agent Sands. The reason for the coup in the first place. The kind of man that made Mexico fall into pieces. The man that would kill anything, if it would make profit for him. The kind of man not worth living, El looked at the street. 'Why not drop him right here?'

He was just about to do so, but something stopped him, a tiny voice.

"Save him."

Confused he looked up to the sky, not knowing where the voice had come from. 'Why? He doesn't deserve to live.' He bended down and laid the shivering man down on the dusty path.

When Sands' head connected with the ground he jolted up and cried out, "God make it stop!"

El bit his lip. Why was he still here? He asked himself, he could just turn around and walk away now. Run even. This was what the man deserved, why would he care?

"Please…" The agent started again. "Let it stop!"

El watched the sight breathless. Before him lied a tortured soul. A man who would die if he wouldn't do something. He closed his eyes and made a choice, he would not let this man die.

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Here the translations of the Spanish used:

Todo será bien - Evrerything will be alright
No mueva a señor – Don't move sir
Yo le obtendré fuera de aquí – I will get you out of here