Chapter 2
"Look, we'll figure it out later." Mon repeated after seeing the blank looks on everyone's faces.
"Let's just find the boys and get outta here."
"Uh, okay then." Sam shrugged and Dean led off while Sam and Mel followed, Mon and Cloud bringing up the rear.
Mon quickly filled Cloud in on the situation as they walked. Cloud frowned but said nothing.
"Right, we aren't getting anywhere." Dean muttered as he stopped at another four way corridor intersection. Everybody stopped, inspecting each branch for more murderous zombies, but they failed to find any. There was growling from a long way off, but nothing in sight.
"Let's go this way." Dean turned around in a circle and then randomly pointed to the right.
"No. I think that we should go this way." Mel said, pointing left, Mon agreeing. Mel turned and smiled and started walking to the left. Sam smiled at Mel and immediately followed, Cloud and Mon close behind.
"Oh, sure. Let's follow the two love struck teens, one love struck idiot, aka Sam, and the strange man carrying a massive sword!" Dean muttered to himself, throwing up his hands in exasperation.
Mel and Mon used their intuition and supernatural feelings to guide them around the cold stone hallways. Mon kept having strange episodes of déjà vu, but ignored them. Every now and then, Sam would get flashes, but said nothing. They weren't painful and he knew that Mel and Mon knew where they were going. He knew that there was something more to the girls.
"Where are we going exactly?... Mel?" Mon asked, losing track of her intuition. Mel said nothing, frozen to the spot, eyes wide.
"Mel?" Sam asked, concerned. Mel gasped, then fell to the ground, screaming in anguish, holding her head.
Mon and Sam rushed to her aid. Mel lurched sideways onto her left side, still screaming, tears sliding and mascara running. Sam wept with her, eyes watering.
"Mel!" Sam shouted. Mel pointed down the hallway, arm shaking, but her screaming ceasing.
"Some-thing… watch out…" Mel gasped, as everyone's gaze switched to the sound of pounding footsteps and screams coming from the corridor which lay colder and darker than any other that they had ventured down.
Five boys sprinted towards them, whimpering and pointing.
"Mel?" Sam asked, switching his gaze back. Mel lay, breathing shallowly, but unconscious.
The boys stopped and panted.
"Elmo! Jared! Will! Tom! Mike!" Mon yelled happily, (and quickly so that it sounded like 'Elmikwitoared!') wrapping her arms around the five stunned boys.
"Zom-bies! Zombie…army!... Coming! Creepy, fast… mutant thing!!" The boys choked out, babbling over each other in panic. Jared stopped and noticed Mel lying on the ground.
"What happened?!"
"Don't know, but we've go." Mon explained quickly.
There was an extraordinary noise of scraping metal, hissing and shuffling. A light flickered somewhere in the distance, revealing the zombies slowly moving towards them, in stop motion because of the flickering. The boys stepped back, Mon swallowed but didn't move.
"Shit…" Dean muttered. "Run…Run!!" Sam picked Mel up in one swift movement as the others bolted, Dean shooting at the mutant moving speedily along the walls, towards them, and the jail bird and nurse zombies.
They kept running and didn't stop until they reached the infirmary again. Dean went to open the door.
"No! Don't…" Mon shouted. Too late. The zombie lurched forward and onto Dean's neck. He cried out as the crunching of flesh sounded.
"DEAN!" Sam let Mel down gently and raised his shotgun and shot the zombie biting Dean. He sent it flying, but he didn't kill him. Sam's hands shook and he couldn't aim.
Cloud watched and shoved Mel aside and back into Sam's arms as he got his buster sword, swinging it impressively. In one swift movement, he removed the zombie's head from its shoulders.
"That's how you kill a zombie." Cloud panted, wiping the sword.
"I'll try to remember that." Sam muttered. Cloud put the sword away and went over to Mon who had turned a ghostly shade of pale.
"Are you okay?" Cloud asked. Mon nodded and spluttered a reply.
"Ye-yep." She grabbed Cloud's hand for comfort.
The boys stood in awe, before following them inside and shutting the door. Sam ran in and placed Mel onto the chair that Dean had recently killed the zombie in. Dean got up, shaking, holding his neck. He could feel that a chunk was missing, blood running from his wound. He sat on a bed in the corner and Cloud went over to him with Mon. he sat down beside him.
"That's a lot of blood." She said inspecting his wound. "Cloud. Rip off some of your shirt." Cloud obeyed, unzipping his black singlet before tearing some off.
Mon held it to Dean's neck as he lay down; he was dizzy and feeling sick. He had broken out in a cold sweat, mixed with dirt and blood. Mon rubbed his head comfortingly. Dean's mind switched back as he closed his eyes.
His mother. He had had a bad dream. One that seemed so real that you could swear that the weapon that pierced your body was going to be there when you woke up, blood on the sheets.
He awoke with a strangled cry.
"Dean? Shhh. Its okay, go back to sleep. It's only a dream." His mother's voice, so warm, welcoming, soothing…safe.
"Where's Sam?"
"Shhh. Your brother's fine." She smiled at the concern he showed, trying to protect him forever.
She glowed like an angel. Her hand rested on his forehead, caressing, soothing. Her touch sank him back to the dream world; the good dream world where there was nothing bad and nothing could hurt him… or Sam. They were safe. He didn't want to leave….
Mon stroked Dean's forehead, shocked when he murmured, "Mum?"
His eyes flickered before he turned his head into the touch.
"It's the fever." Mon said to Cloud who was frowning regrettably.
"No. It's the virus. He'll soon be… one of them." He motioned to his head to the doorway.
"What? No… you mean like the T Virus? Resident Evil, T Virus?" Mon asked disbelievingly, comprehending the situation.
"Yup. Sorry girly." Cloud brandished his buster sword and raised it above his head.
"NO! DON'T YOU DARE!" Sam jumped between Mon who was shielding Dean, and the sword.
Cloud stopped short, pulling the sword sideways. Sam's angry eyes met Cloud's calm ones and he nodded, pulling away. Meanwhile, the crew had grouped at the side of the room watching with a smothering uneasiness which filled the room.
"Don't even think about it." Sam whispered angrily through his gritted teeth, his eyes glistening with tears which pricked his eyes.
Cloud swallowed and stepped back. Mon rose and placed a hand on Cloud's arm; the blonde looked down at her gently, meeting her pleading eyes. A voice came from the chair.
"Noooo…"
TBC…