Well, I know I said I was done, but…inspiration hit and who am I to deny my muse? As usual, disclaimer and everything else is on the 1st chapter. Oh! Please excuse the coarse language. Usually I try to refrain, but it seemed to fit so well.

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Duo swore as another meat cruncher dove towards him. "Hurry up guys. We need to get out of here; the dead are starting to mostly overrun our primary defenses." He said into his com unit, swearing as another broke through the secondary defenses.

"Almost done-last three heading out; moving to you to help back you up." Heero replied, watching as Quatre and Trowa helped the last three very grateful survivors from the apartment building they had searched.

The five pilots were in Los Vegas at the moment, helping the military to evacuate the non-infected to the colonies. Already another colony was half built, all of the factions helping to push the construction so it would be livable in some areas within six months and completely independent in a year.

"Retreat Duo! You're too close!" Wufei screamed, watching as his brother stepped closer to the danger.

"Screw you zombies! You aren't taking my family from me!" Shinagami shouted to the heavens, killing off three zombies in a quick burst of semi-automatic fire.

Wufei aimed and shot past Duo, clearing a few extra yards behind him. "Get your Kami-damned ass back here!" He yelled, aiming and firing again at the now alarmingly rapid growing numbers of zombies crowding the stairwell going upstairs-the only way to the floors and roof above-where they were evacuating the civilians.

Duo swung around, his braid tucked neatly inside his shirt so as not to be ruined by zombie gore or to be used as a possible weakness against him. Ducking low, the small teen sprinted up the next flight of stairs, jumping over the obstacles and balancing on the hand rail to get around the further traps they had laid out to force the infected dead to pause and give them more time to escape.

"Run. There's too many coming." Duo panted out, amethyst eyes wide as he jerked the Asian around dragging him up the steps at a sprint.

"Too close. You were too close." The dark eyed young man said, joining his friend at avoiding the traps they had laid out.

"Lecture later, sprint now." Duo replied back, the two falling silent as they ran up the steps towards the last rescue helicopter waiting for them. Heero met them two floors, or eight flights of stairs, from the roof access. He had been aiming down the floors, covering the other two pilots as best as he could from the height he was at.

"Let's go." He murmured after half a minute of meeting up with his two teammates, taking a couple last shots at the flagging zombies three floors below them.

"You so owe me ice cream Wuffers. I totally killed more dead than you." Duo said with a grin, his breath already back under control thanks to the half-minute break his lover had given them.

"You did that on purpose?!" Wufei screamed, making Duo take off at a sprint again for the safety of the helicopter.

"Maybe!" The long haired teen sang out, laughing gleefully as he raced up the flights of stairs. Heero trailed only a few steps behind the two, keeping an eye on the now only semi-running zombies. There were only a few that made it up this far, but it didn't hurt to be cautious.

The trio climbed into the helicopter after securing the door to the roof shut and putting a big X in neon pink on it and the roof cement-signifying the building was empty of survivors. They'd developed this system in order to keep track of what wasn't safe anymore after almost losing Quatre to an already survivor-free-zombie-infested building in New York. All over the world, the best strike forces were using the same system to help the populace still trapped. In lesser developed countries, the casualty rate was higher, as they didn't have as well developed or secure buildings, forcing them to take bigger risks in order to get civilians out.

The helicopter took off, allowing Duo to finally relax into Heero, his eyes drifting half-shut as the adrenaline in his body started to deplete itself.

"We'll need some rest before we hit the next target. We can only go so long without sleep." Heero stated in a commanding voice to the pilot, telling the man who had been assigned to fly them on these missions since they had gotten the government's approval to help.

"I'll bring you back to base. Commander Roberts says that your two friends are already there. They've apparently showered and are in their bunks already. Half of the civilians have already agreed and started the decontamination process." The pilot reported, knowing exactly what Heero needed/wanted to know.

The unofficial leader of the former teenage terrorist group grunted and settled deeper into the seat, his arm securely wrapped around his lover as he drifted between waking and sleeping, waiting patiently for them to land.

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As I said, no idea where this came from. I might expand on the idea, but maybe not….eh. Just depends on inspiration at this point. Hope you enjoyed!

-Sora-