MacCready and Olivia were crouching behind an old, rusted out car. It was the middle of the day and they were about a block away from Mad-Tek Research. "Alright," She whispered. "What did you say was in there?"
"Ferals; a lot of them." He was peaking over the hood of the car, checking to make sure the coast was clear. As far as he could tell, it was. But that didn't mean much when it came to ghouls.
"Right. Ferals." She paused for a second before frowning and looking over to him. "What are those?"
He frowned and gave her a look telling her exactly how dumb he thought she was, it was a look she was very used to. "What, have you been living under a rock?"
"Kinda." She shrugged. He sighed and pinched his nose, remembering what she told him about her past. Olivia noticed he was pretty stressed out, though she could only assume it had to do with the reason they were going to Med-Tek
"They're ghouls whose brains got fried by the rads." He pointed to his head and left it at that, as if it was enough of an explanation.
"Ghouls?" She got the look again.
"Hancock and Daisy."
"Oh, right! Melty faces and black eyes." She grinned, slightly proud of herself for remembering. He had to laugh at this.
"Exactly, except these ones won't hesitate to kill you, and they're fu- really fast." He stuttered in the middle of his sentence, trying not to curse.
"I don't think Hancock would hesitate to kill me." She nodded thoughtfully. "So the plan is kill them before they kill us?"
"Isn't that always the plan?" He chuckled as Olivia shrugged carelessly.
"It's worked for us so far," She double checked her trusty pistol, ensuring she had a full clip and getting ready to fire. "Ready?"
"Safety off." He grinned. They nodded to each other as they both stood and made their way quietly over to the Med-Tek building.
Not even two minutes later they heard eerie groans and moans accompanied by shuffling footsteps. He silently signaled for her to stop and be quiet, and before she could comply a hoard of feral ghouls ran around the corner straight for them.
MacCready immediately started firing as he moved away from them as quickly as he could, dodging as they hurled their bodies at him. They were charging at the duo and Olivia was caught very much off guard.
"The fuck are those?" She shouted, frantically firing at the things she could only describe as zombies. Gross, irradiated, zombies.
"Ferals!" He yelled back to her, more and more ghouls running to join in the fight for food. Their bodies were bloated, and their skin a strange green colour. What clothes they had left – and most of them didn't even have clothes – were torn and barely clinging onto the disgusting bodies of the former humans.
Olivia looked for a place to hide and reload her pistol without having her face gnawed off, but before she realized it she was being pinned to the ground.
A feral had jumped on her and sent them both tumbling, she was startled for a moment and came back to her senses as she smelt a disgusting, rotting smell that came from the ferals mouth. She slammed her hand into its forehead, and watched as its chomping teeth inched closer and closer to her face. Some of its spit dripped down in the process and almost hit her eye.
"Creads!" She called out for help as she kicked at the creature that was on top of her while she used both of her hands to keep its head away from hers. Her pistol sat a good two feet away from her head and she ignored any thoughts telling her to grab it.
The ghoul was sent toppling off of her as MacCready kicked it firmly in the torso then shot its face, finishing off the zombie-like creature. "Are you sure you're up for this?" He looked down at her completely shocked face as she stared at the feral.
He had managed to take out almost every single ghoul by himself and Olivia suddenly felt very useless. "You didn't tell me that we were fighting fucking… fucking… zombies!" She shouted, glaring up at him.
"Zombies?" He raised an eyebrow as she stood up and retrieved her pistol, reloading it in the process. She kept a firm grip on it this time.
"What, have you been living under a rock?" She wiped the spit off of her face with her sleeve and turned to him with her arms crossed, glaring.
"Kinda." He grinned back at her, causing her to shake her head and smile.
"Yeah, I'm up for this. Let's go get that cure and save your son."
A/N:
Thank you to those of you who are still reading! As the description says, this is all for practice and as such I sincerely appreciate any and all critique and suggestions for better writing. The next chapter should be up soon(ish)!
