Banshee: All right! Chapter 1 is here!
Disclaimer: I only own my OCs and the plot.
Chapter One
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- Roxas' POV -
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A week ago, we never would have guessed that something like this would happen.
It was just an ordinary day. We figured Nikki was visiting her mom again, so Axel and I had settled down in the living room with a bowl of popcorn to watch a new episode of Bleach. Fifteen minutes into the show, Axel decided to channel surf to pass the time, and that's how we found out about what was happening at the islands. Nikki's hometown was infested with zombies, and Nikki was nowhere to be found. I moved closer to the television to get a closer look at the shots of the crowd, to see if I could spot her, when I found a sticky note on the floor, written in Nikki's handwriting.
The note read:
"Going to save family and friends. Don't know when I'll be back. Unless you're going to help me, STAY THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY!"
- Sincerely, Nikki (a.k.a. Number XIV)
That was a week ago - six days, do be exact, and in those six days we haven't heard from her. She took Momo with her, and without him there was no way to track her down - well… there were the Dusks, but we weren't sure how the virus would affect them. Besides, they're dumb as posts and probably couldn't even tell the difference between a zombie and an actual living human; heck, they can't even tell the difference between a photo and the real thing.
Ever since Nikki left, Axel's been a nervous wreck. You would be too if your girlfriend decided to throw herself into a zombie-infested area and there was no way to contact her; the phones were down anyway, but it would have been okay if she relayed her messages through Momo… which she hasn't.
We tried to talk Xemnas into letting us look for her, but he wouldn't let us; something about not knowing how the virus would affect Nobodies or something like that. Along with that, he said we would just be wasting time looking for someone that was probably already dead. I know it sounds cruel for him to say things like that, but he's a Nobody with no emotion. What are you gonna do?
We were all sitting around the table wondering what had happened to her. We were all uneasy; Axel had a severe case of nervous knee, Demyx was chewing on his nails, Zexion didn't show any physical signs of nervousness, and I was twiddling my fingers.
"It's been six days and we still haven't heard from Nikki…"Axel mumbled to himself, his eye twitching.
"You don't think she… you know…" Demyx hesitated to say the next word, "died, do you?"
"She wouldn't put herself in the middle of a zombie infestation without knowing how to handle herself." Zexion reasoned. "If anything, she's the one killing them."
"Zexion's got a point." I agreed.
Axel growled in frustration and stood up. "That's it! I don't care what Xemnas says! I can't sit here anymore!" He exclaimed.
"A-Axel! Where are you going?" I asked as he made a portal.
"Where do you think I'm going?" He exclaimed. "I'm going to find my girlfriend!"
"She's not going to come back without her family, Axel." Said Zexion. "She's made it crystal clear that she's not coming back until she finds them and makes sure they're safe, and she'll strike down anyone that tries to stop her."
"Who said I was going to stop her? I just want to find her and make sure she's okay."
"You're not going out there alone. I'll go with you." I proclaimed.
"I'll go too." Zexion said.
"Me too." Said Demyx.
"I thought you were afraid of zombies, Demyx." I said.
"I am, but… Nikki scares me more, and I don't want her to come back and haunt me if anything happens to her.."
I nodded. "Fair enough."
"Enough chatter. Let's get moving." Axel ordered.
"Who do you think you're talking to?" Zexion grumbled dejectedly. "You can't order me around! I'm ranked higher than you!"
Axel grabbed him by his collar. "Shut up and get in the portal, Princess." He growled, pushing him into the portal.
Axel stepped into the portal next and I followed suit, pushing a crying Demyx from behind.
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- Later, at the Main Island -
- Axel's POV -
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At first we didn't know where to go. The island looked like a war zone. How anybody could find their way in a mess like this was beyond me.
Nikki has a lot of friends in the area, and she could be looking for any one of them. From what I knew, her father keeps a few guns in his house, so at least we could rule out her parents for the time being.
Separating was definitely not a good idea, so we stuck together.
As we walked down the street, we noticed a steel rod laying in the road, with several dead bodies sprawled out on the pavement. The bodies were obviously zombies, and it looked like whoever killed them had bashed their heads in to the point where they became a bloody mess. The instrument used to kill them: the rod. But as far as who used it, we had no idea. Thinking it would come in handy in the future, we took the steel rod with us.
"Jeez.. Looks like a bomb went off here.." I muttered after observing our surroundings; which literally looked like somebody dropped a bomb here.
"A zombie apocalypse will do that." Roxas deadpanned.
We passed by a small string of stores, and Roxas stopped when he saw something in one of said stores. He rushed inside, and came out with a pile of blue fabric; Nikki's clothes. She must have changed her outfit so she could be more inconspicuous.
So far, we were on the right track… or so we thought.
After we found her clothes, it was like we hit a dead end. There was no sign of her anywhere. It was like she disappeared off the face of the earth. We would have stopped and asked somebody if they had seen her, but there was no one around to ask. Aside from some dead bodies, there wasn't a human being in sight.
"Hey, there's somebody over there." Demyx said, pointing to a man standing in the street. "Maybe he's seen Nikki."
"Demyx, I don't think you should-" Zexion warned.
But it was too late. Before he could even finish his sentence, Demyx went over to the man.
"Hey, mister!" He called out.
We followed him as he approached the man. At first glance, he looked like some drunk homeless guy. His clothes were tattered and dirty, his skin was pale, and he stood there with a blank expression as his mouth hung open. There was blood on his clothes, but we didn't think anything of it at the moment. I noticed that his eyes were glassy.
"Does this guy smoke pot?" I asked, after giving him a look over. "His eyes are glassy as fuck.."
"Are you sure he's not a zombie? They have glassy eyes." Said Roxas.
"So do potheads."
Roxas gave me a look. "I doubt this guy's on pot.."
"Yeah he is."
"No he's not."
"Are we really doing this? Really?" Zexion said, sighing exasperatedly at our argument.
"Prove he's not a pothead, then." I dared him.
He gave me a look, shook his head, and sighed, "Okay.."
Roxas picked up a sharp steel rod that we found earlier and jammed it into the man's chest. Then he took the rod out and stabbed him in the stomach and leg (both times hitting him in a major artery), and used his foot to kick the man to the ground. He landed on the ground, and wasn't moving. I figured he was dead; who could survive those kinds of injuries, anyway? The blood that oozed out of the wounds wasn't normal. It looked almost like jelly.
I crossed my arms and raised my eyebrow skeptically. "You hit him in the vitals. There's no way that guy's still alive."
"Just watch."
There was a groan, and I was effectively proven wrong when the man stumbled to his feet. It was as if those hits didn't affect him at all.
"Still think he's a pothead?" Roxas asked in a matter-of-factly tone.
Then it clicked.
My eyes widened. "… Oh shit, he's a-"
"Whoa, dude!" Demyx exclaimed as the man lunged towards him.
"Zombie!"
The nocturne was on the ground with the zombie on top of him, using both hands to hold it back as it clawed at him and tried to bite him. Zexion and I rushed over and grabbed the zombie by the back of its shirt, because we didn't want to touch its bloody, clammy dead flesh, and tried to pull it off of him. This zombie was one persistent son-of-a-bitch.
"Get this psycho off me, man!" He yelled.
"Don't let him bite you, Demyx!" I shouted. "Hold him back!"
"I'm trying!"
Roxas took the rod and slammed it into the side of the zombies head, knocking it off of Demyx. The zombie skidded across the pavement, leaving a trail of blood as its skin was scraped off.
".. Is he dead - you know, for real this time?" He asked as he hurried to his feet, dusting the dirt off his pants.
"He's not getting back up, so I'm guessing he's dead." I said.
The zombie wasn't moving, but that wasn't enough for Roxas. He walked up and delivered a kick hard enough to knock its head off. There was a sickening 'snap' as the head detached from the body. The head was sent flying a few feet before it hit the ground, bouncing off the pavement three times before stopping.
"Roxas!" I exclaimed. "What the hell'd you do that for? The guy's dead!"
"Doubletap." He said.
I raised an eyebrow. "What the fuck does 'doubletap' mean?"
"Haven't you guys ever heard of the 'Rules of Survival?'"
"Nope." I said.
Demyx shook his head. "No clue."
"If you guys were left alone, you'd be dead in five minutes…" Roxas deadpanned.
"I'd hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I think your little 'performance' has caught the attention of every zombie within a two block radius.." Zexion pointed out as he gestured to the dozen other zombies that were approaching.
They were stumbling out of alleyways and buildings and into the streets, their arms outstretched towards us as they groaned.
"What do we do now?" Demyx asked.
"I got an idea…" I said. Then I yelled, "RUN!"
So we ran. Yeah, I know, we could have used a portal, but we didn't want to risk any of the zombies following us. So that's why we're running.
Once we ditched one group, we'd bump right into another one. Before we knew it, he had an entire horde of zombies chasing after us. We were thankful that they were the slow kind, and not the kind from the remake of Dawn of the Dead because if they were we'd be fucked with a capital 'F.'
Eventually, we ran out of places to run. We had an army of zombies in front of us, and the ocean at our backs.
"Oh great!" Roxas yelled. "There's no way out!"
"Can't we just use a portal?" Demyx asked.
"I'm not leaving without my girlfriend!" I shouted. "Out of the way! I'll burn a path through these fuckers!"
I snapped my fingers, and the horde was suddenly engulfed in flames. It wasn't affecting them that much because they were still reaching for us even as they were being burned. Wanting to finish them off quickly, I upped the temperature. The flames grew more intense, and the zombies were burned to the point where their bodies crumbled. In seconds, they were reduced to dust, ash, and bones. There were some stragglers remaining, but they were crippled and not much of a threat anymore.
"That takes care of them." I proclaimed.
"But there's still more coming." Roxas said, pointing to another group.
"Then I'll torch them too. I'm gonna find my girlfriend, and I'll cut down every single one of these fuckers until I do!"
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- Meanwhile -
- Normal POV -
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Halfway across town, two figures were scouring the wreckage of an abandoned house to search for survivors.
Racing helmets covered their faces (one wore a helmet with a hot rod flame decal and a red visor, and the other wore one with a tribal tattoo decal with a blue visor), and they wore dark clothes so they could hide in the shadows. For now, I'm going to refer to them as 'Red' and 'Blue.'
As they searched through the house, a bright yellow light caught their attention as they looked towards the sea. They could see the bright orangey-yellow flame as it suddenly appeared out of nowhere, the light reflecting off the visors of their helmets.
As quickly as it had came, the giant flame vanished.
"Did you see that?" Asked Red.
Blue nodded. "Yeah I saw it."
"What do you think it was?"
"I don't know.." Blue shrugged. "We'll investigate that fire after we finish searching this house."
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