I think I'm gonna up the rating of this fic. You'll see why. If you're squeamish, maaaaaybe you shouldn't read this one.


Character: Shanks

Theme: Rot

Pairings: none

Warnings: general grossness, gore, blood, zombies-the whole shebang.


Squelch

The Other's decapitated body dropped to the ground with a wet plop, its head still snarling and foaming at the mouth as it rolled towards the pile of corpses that'd already been taken care of. Shanks wiped his sword on the Other's torn shirt with a grimace. His companion let out an amused snort at his expression. The redhead shot him a glare.

"Shut it, Benny. If you used a sword like me, you'd do the same. Neck juice is gross." He crinkled his nose in disgust. Benn just shook his head, resting his beloved rifle on his shoulder.

"You're just jealous, Boss," Yasopp teased from the den den mushi at Shanks's hip.

The redhead pouted childishly and stuck his tongue out at the building the sniper was currently stationed on.

"Anyway," Benn cut in before the stupid argument could escalate, "we should get going. We need to grab the stuff and get out of here before more Others show up." Shanks sobered at his words and nodded. He gestured for him to follow as he made his way cautiously into the abandoned shop. This mission was of the utmost importance. They were running low on supplies back at the base, and if they failed to get what they needed now, they could all be dead in a week. Or worse.

The general store appeared to be empty, but they couldn't take any chances. They didn't have Yasopp's watchful eyes inside the building, so they needed to be even more careful than usual. They split up, inching around separate shelves with weapons raised.

As Shanks rounded the corner, an Other snarled and lurched after him. This one was a little more decayed than the ones outside. It's greyish skin was riddled with dark holes that oozed thick black goo. Sections of its flesh had rotted away, exposing yellowed bone. It grabbed at Shanks with one hand, the other limb hanging uselessly at its side. He slashed through the Other's arm, a spray of congealed blood emanating from its new stump of a shoulder.

"Hey, we match now!" he chuckled as he thrust his sword through its neck. It hung for a moment, suspended only by the blade, before Shanks sliced upwards, splitting its head clean in half. The body fell to the floor, the two halves of its brain slipping into the growing pool of blood and black ooze.

The redhead sighed, staring forlornly at his dripping sword. Brain juice was even worse than neck juice. And the Other's clothes were too gross to wipe it off on. He resigned himself to wiping it on his own pants, cursing the end of the world for ruining his favorite pair of khakis.

Benn appeared on the other side of the aisle, carrying a large sack of supplies. Seeing his boss's pout, he rolled his eyes and picked his way carefully over the rotting corpse.

"C'mon, let's go. I got what we need. Seems there was only this one here," he informed, nodding his head at the Other. Shanks grinned as they headed out the door, satisfied with a job well done.


Crap ending is crap. Oh well. Hope you enjoyed it anyways! :)