Wrongful Righteousness
Smokescreen smirked, and transformed into his vehicular mode as Jack quickly got in. "Maybe we can get those 38's off of your sides." Smoke chuckled as they drove through the tunnel, "It's not like the Decepticons are on this planet anymore, so they really don't make me vulnerable."
Jack sighed heavily, "You never know Smoke."
Smokescreen drove out of the base, and into a land filled with trees. "How many underground bases are there in America," he asked Jack. The teenage boy shook his head, "I'm not sure, but it would seem that the rest of the population in America has, or at least has tried to bunker underground." Jack hesitated before saying the rest of his thoughts, "Maybe the disease, infection, or whatever this is won't spread to other countries if we get it situated here." Smokescreen spoke, "Aren't there other countries attached to America."
"Yes, there are. That's why this Elaine girl is supposedly here, to help rid these areas of the disease. At least I hope."
Jack hummed during the rest of the ride towards the town of Big Delta, Alaska.
After about twelve minutes of driving they make it to their destination. "Optimus did say there was some activity up here," Smokescreen smiled as he saw Jack shutter.
"We're not supposed to kill them, " Jack looked up at Smoke, "You know, that, right?" Smokescreen nodded his head, "But, they never said anything about teasing them." Jack's eyes followed Smokescreen as he uncovered a rucksack filled with meat of all sorts from under a boulder. "No," Jack's eyes widened, "no way Smoke."
Smokescreen went up to the water tower that was five hundred feet away and quickly hung the meat along the sides. He walked back to the tree that he placed Jack in and waited. Soon a horde of about eleven zombies arrived at the tower. "Optimus wants us to keep them in one place, so I am," Smokescreen smirked, "I am doing what is best, besides aren't they becoming further away from the Canadian border line?"
Jack only gawked at the sight of the horrid beings. They were once human, just like me, he thought as Smoke continued to speak.
"Plus, you need a laugh every once in a while, right?"
"I guess so Smoke," Jack stated with a slight slur.
The zombies clambered over each other to get at the morsels above. They reminded Jack of his History classroom when his teacher would mention a test, moaning, and groaning all over the place. Sometimes he missed having school. Mostly because he missed the human interactions.
Even the jocks weren't too bad, Jack shook his head as he saw a muscular zombie that had a jacket with his school's colors on. Hold up, I know this kid! To the ginger hair that topped half of the zombie's head to the awful purple shoe it had on its left foot. That's Brandy's boyfriend. Jack chuckled silently, That asshole had it coming to him.
The trick that Smokescreen pulled was beginning to grow on him as he smiled slightly when the zombies finally figured out how to use a ladder. Once one was up, the other would pull them down.
All right, Jack thought, it was funny.
"I don't think they're even trying to get the meat anymore," Jack looked slightly to his left and found Smokescreen eyeing a few of the undead that were scurrying away from the hoard. Both of their faces were torn to shreds. Blood stained their clothes, and continued to flow through the right one's veins as it sprayed upon the green grass.
Smokescreen sighed, "I'll go put them back." He walked over to the strays, but as he went to grab them, an object crash-landed into the water tower, making the hoard scatter, and run towards Jack.
"Hey smoke, you think they can climb a tree," Jack yelled nervously. Smokescreen wasn't paying attention to the helpless human, but instead went over to the thing that landed. Water was spewing everywhere, but it had at least ceased the fire that encased the ship.
"Umm, smoke," questioned Jack as the zombies toppled upon one another, attempting to grab a branch, or the tree itself.
Smokescreen jumped as the door to the small ship opened.
"Yes, is this Optimus Prime?"
"No, I'm smo-,"
"Shut it bot. No, not you Ratchet. There's some young Diversionary Tactician just staring at me. Oh, his name is Smokescreen?" The black and yellow transformer laughed, "How do you do Smokescreen? I'm Recon," she placed her hand out for a shake, but Smoke only stared.
She scoffed, "Anyways, please tell Optimus that I'll be heading over soon. Oh, and Ratchet, thank you for the coordinate points." Recon looked back at Smokescreen, "Why are you out here?"
Smoke shook his head, and stammered, "I-I I'm keeping the zombies in a single area." He lifted his arm towards the tree where Jack was