A/N: Ok! Thank you to Adommyadisonmurdockrulz for telling me to update this, I will admit I'd kinda maybe perhaps forgotten about it a little bit :P I sorry! But anyways, I was asked to do a emotional reunion for the team, so I tried to fullfill that request. Okay, also maybe I watched too many zombie movies...so this could either be really epic, or terrible XP So let me know what you think!

As B.A. fell, he could feel something grabbing onto his ankle. Paying it no mind until he landed roughly on the stone flooring of the fiery room, he finally looked back over his shoulder to see Hannibal still grasping his ankle, rubbing his side.

Bosco kicked him away. "This is all you're fault, Hannibal! See what you done!"

"You could have stopped me," Hannibal muttered as he sat up straight and took in their surroundings. "Apparently no one's home."

They both stood in the empty, and quiet warm, room and made their way to the big desk. There were papers on it and in big letters across one of the scrolls read, "JAMES H.M. MURDOCK."

"What're ya doin'?" B.A. demanded when Hannibal lifted the scroll and started to unroll it. He raised his eyebrows at the bigger man, not answering as he read the first few lines. "God this is ridiculous. Stupid dream, this betta be a stupid dream." B.A. was grumbling as Hannibal read further down the scroll then let it drop to the desk, noticing the hall behind the desk.

"See that?" He pointed and B.A. followed his finger then shook his head. "No way, man. I ain't goin' down there for nothin'. Actually, I wanna get outta here. Right now." He folded his arms over his broad chest. "Ya got us in here, get us out."

"You can figure your own way out, Baracus, I'm going down that hall," Hannibal declared, already going around the desk. "I came to get Face. I'm going to get Face."

B.A. glared after him. "You're messin' 'round in the world of the dead, man. We're livin'. Ya shouldn't be doin' this."

Hannibal ignored him. He was inspecting the interior of the hall, sliding his foot forwards then the other. B.A. watched, shaking his head and turning his back on the hall. When Hannibal was a few paces into the hall, B.A. turned with a loud, "Damn it!" and hurried after his Boss.

There a pair of wide double doors ahead of them and when Hannibal pushed them open, he knew right away where they were. B.A. followed him in, first seeing the blackness outside the windows. There were more double doors straight ahead of them, and a single door on the far wall. It was shut, but there was a single hammer laying on its side in front of the door. They exchanged a miffed expression before sudden banging on the double doros ahead of them startled both men. They turned, immediately regretting that.

The doors were bowing, close to breaking, and decayed hands were reaching through the middle gap, clawing at the door. The two men took a single step forward and leaned closer, squinting to see. The thin glass windows on the doors shattered when a fist broke through each one and when a pair of eyes appeared, the two jumped back.

"Oh shit...zombies..." B.A. noted almost calmly. At that moment, the rusty hinges broke off and the doors collapsed loudly to the floor. The front row of the zombies toppled over and were stampeded as the other zombies came stumbling through.

Hannibal looked again at the single door behind them and nodded to it. B.A. got to it first and wrenched it open, ducking as a brick came flipped out of the doorway. The zombies were not very far behind and as soon as Hannibal pulled the door shut, it latched by itself.

So they followed the hall, the pounding of the zombies fading the further they ventured. There was another door, behind it a narrow stairwell. For a while, they climbed, B.A. keeping up a muttering stream of complaints. It wasn't until they reached the top that he hushed and Hannibal pressed his ear up to the door. Nothing as far as he could hear and they opened it.

As soon as they were in the room, they heard sounds that had been muffled by the door.

"Zahara! Please come back!" "Shut up she's gone." "No...no I don't want to stay here! I don't belong here."

There was a loud banging noise from the opposite hall. "What're you doing! Don't go in there!" There was a silence as the two began for the hall. "Wait...you hear that?" "...There's two more..."

"Oh Jesus." Hannibal whispered as soon as they were in the dark hall. B.A. was silent at his side.

Face was frantically trying to pulled a door open while Murdock had his arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him to keep him from opening the door. "Zahara said it could be bad! Don't open it!" Murdock was arguing through clenched teeth.

Face finally whirled around, giving Murdock an evil look and jabbing his finger at him. "Look! I don't think we have much of a choice. If you think I'm going to spend the rset of my life here then you're-" At that moment he had seen something out of the corner of his eye. He slowly turned, gasping.

"H-Hannibal...? B.A.?" Face's mouth was still hanging open and before Hannibal could respond, Murdock was suddenly in his face, shoving him hard. "Get the hell out of here! What were you thinking!" He shrieked, giving Hannibal another shove that caused him to stumble back into the wall.

B.A. came forward and gripped Murdock's wrists tightly, keeping them restrained. "Shut up, fool. Came to get Faceman outta here."

But Murdock struggled against him, stronger then B.A. had remembered. "No! NO, NO! You CANNOT be here! Don't you realize what you've done!" There was a wetness forming in his eyes, but it did not spill out. "I didn't want this for you!"

Hannibal had regained himself and was at their side. "Murdock," He tried in a quiet voice. "What had we done?"

Murdock turned to him, his wrists still locked in B.A.'s hold. "You're never getting outta here. Never! You're trapped yourselves in here with us!"

Hannibal looked up and met eyes with B.A. before Face suddenly slammed into him, arms wrapping around the older man tightly. "Don't listen to him! Get me OUT of here!" He was crying into Hannibal's shoulder.

"They've lost it." B.A. muttered and Murdock growled up at him. "Let me go! I'm going to re-kill you, you ugly mudsucker!" He kicked furiously, pulling his arms around so sharply, Bosco thought they'd pop right off. "You better like being dead! Cause it's happened, and it can't be undone!"

Hannibal grabbed Face's arms and forcefully unwound him, holding it back a little. Face sniffed, blue eyes boring into Hannibal's. "What's happened, Face?"

"Everything." Face whispered hoarsely. "We need to get out. It's a nightmare here."

Murdock suddenly turned and B.A. was on the ground, face startled. The next second, Murdock was in Hannibal's face, eyes flaring. "There's no getting out. You won't get out. You can't get out!" He spat.

Releasing Face, who sagged against the wall, looking lost. "Tell me more." He ordered, turning to Murdock.

"Our bodies are here, forever. Rotting, turning into living corpses. That's why we can never leave." Murdock jerked his head down the hall.

"Your bodies?" Hannibal asked.

But Murdock grimly shook his head. "Not just ours."

He stepped back and turned his head slowly to stare down the hall, frozen. B.A. picked himself up and Hannibal heard him coming over. There were four doors, two on one wall and two right across from them. On the right side, the two doors were moving, as if something was banging on them. Murdock's dead set eyes were locked on them as he stood, eerily still. Seeing he was not going to say more, and Face was still shaking against the wall, the two other team members stepped around Murdock and went down the hall slowly.

In the first door, Hannibal stiffened. A patient in a straitjacket with grimy white hair and blue eyes was right there, watching him with an expression like a smirk. He felt his breath becoming uneven as he stared at himself. As soon as B.A. moved to the next door, Hannibal did not have to look. He already knew what was in there.

A larger zombie patient. B.A.'s body. The straitjacket on him was tearing as he tried to work his way out of it. It would not be long before his fell off.

"You see what you've done?" The whisper came from Murdock, who was suddenly behind them.

Hannibal looked around to see him. "What do we do, Murdock?"

Looking pitying at the same time he looked demented, Murdock placed his hand gingerly on the knob to his door. "The only thing we can do."

As the knob turned and the door clicked open, Face broke out of his trance, spinning and screaming, "NOOO!"

A/N: Now..here comes the big question: Do you want me to end this the way I had sorta planned, which means it will not be...happy but decent. Or somehow get them out of there, unrealistically?