A/N; Almost got the plan for the whole story wrote down, hoorah. It's gonna be goooood.
I promise one day R and Hannah will be friends.
Kudos to who seems to be reviewing alot, thank you!
Please let me know if you're enjoying this story too, or maybe leave constructive crit? (Don't be a mean asshole though, no one likes that).
Up the zombie boy.Hannah was waiting outside R's apartment, stamping her foot. She was impatient at the best of times let alone wating for him.
He opened the door, still dressed in the same clothes as the day before. He didn't have a chance to speak before she held her gun up.
"Grigio wants to see you."
"Julies dad?"
"That's the one, now move it." She shifted it to the side. "Come on."
"Okay." He shut the door. "Y-ou can put it.. down I'm not.. g-oing to hurt you."
"Like hell am I doing that."
"Why are you.. so scared?"
She laughed. "You think I'm scared? Of you?! Trust me, I could break your neck in a second. Now go, I don't want you making me look bad."
"Fine." He started walking down the stairs infront of her. "So, you're not scared."
"No."
"T-then what?"
"Huh?"
"Why the.. gun? No one else is.. like that."
"Because you eat people. You're a corpse, and everyone else is stupid."
He stopped and Hannah walked into the back of him. She forgot how tall he was.
R turned round and looked at her.
"I'm not like them."
She held the gun up to his head.
If she thought being forgotten about was painful, pushing him away was even worse but she had to.
R looked similar, but that was all. It was't him. He was dead and this was the proof.
"Keep walking."
"I apologise again for the lateness sir." Hannah looked down at her boots as Grigio finished giving her another lecture on the importance of time keeping.
"Good, now if you don't mind, I would like to speak to R in private."
"Of course." She nodded. "I'll wait for you outside."
He walked over to his desk and sat opposite R. He rarely spent time in his office, keeping the city going was a mostly practicle job but some things, such as this, he needed space.
"So, R, how are you adjusting?"
"Fine, thanks."
"Good, any problems with Matt and Hannah?"
"Not really."
"You're not much of a talker, are you?"
"Some..times."
"Hmmm, well I like someone who listens." He produced a clipboard from one of the drawers in the desk. "I've been looking through the notes from the clinic. You still have some, shall we say.. less desireable traits, but on the whole you seem to be in good health, we can use you."
"Use me?"
"Yes. You see, everyone here has a place, a job, no matter how small their role, they have to do something. We cannot expect to expand alone. Normally we would let people deicide on the job they will embark on but in certain cases, like yours, we will chose for you."
"And what w..would you have chosen?"
"Well, providing your training session goes well, you will be a part of the combat team. You will be sent out on longer supply trips to new locations and you will be first on scene to any incidents involving your friends."
"Friends?"
"The corpses."
"Oh." He shuffled uncomfortably at the thought of everyone thinking he was still one of them. Surely he didn't look that bad. "What if some -of them.. change like me?"
"What do you mean?"
"They might be m-more human, why k..kill them?"
"You are an expection, and even then we have our doubts. There will not be others changing, you shoot anything that looks dead even if you think it has a soul, or we will shoot you."
There was certainty in his voice. They knew R wanted a chance at life and now he had to do what he was told or else it would be taken away.
"Moving on from that, Miss Tyler out there will be putting you and another member of our community through your paces before you officially join, so are you up to it?"
"Yes Sir." Like he had a choice.
"Excellent, off you go then." Just as R stood up Grigio coughed. "One more thing, R."
"Yes?"
"I appreciate that you saved my daughter but don't get too friendly with her."
He nodded. "Uhm..okay."
R walked out of the room and was greeted by a frustrated looking Hannah and a teenage boy with red hair who must have been about seventeen.
"James, this is R, R, this is James, stay the hell away from him or i'll blow your brains out."
"Uhm.. hi."
"Hey." James replied. He was trying to act cool but was obviously nervous around him.
"Good, now that's over with.."
There was surprisingly very little between the city and the outside world. Most of it was purely surrounded by an electric fence, very little use if anything did try and get in, and the occasional bit of broken brick wall. The gates themselves, whilst they were protected, were just large metal ones with locks. For a city that wanted to have a part in rebuilding humanity they had a few safety issues.
They were at the very edge of the city. Most of the buildings around them were empty and their sole use was as lookout posts that were on the roofs. R noted that no one was manning them.
Hannah took a bunch of keys out of her pocket as she approached the gate.
She turned to the two guys who were clutching small rifles.
"Chances are there's nothing but just keep an eye out. You know how to shoot one James?"
"Yeah." He nooded.
"And you?" She glanced at R who shook his head. He was surprised that he hadn't picked up any firearms tips from all the people that had tried to shoot him over the years. "Okay well that doesn't matter. If a zombie runs at you, maybe you can hug and catch up or something?"
James laughed but soon stopped when R shot him a look.
"Follow me then." She unlocked the gate and let them out first. "We're going over there." Pointing at the woods in the distance she slammed the gate shut, not bothering to lock it incase they needed to get back quickly.
"So what's the point of this exactly?" They had only been walking for a few minutes but James was already bored.
"Nothing, I just thought we could sit and bond in nature."
"You are joking right?"
"Yes. Keep up deadbeat!" She shouted at R who was behind them. Hannah was a fast walker and he could easily catch up but he didn't have the energy.
"Then where are we going?"
They went a little further into the woods and very quickly heard the familar groans of the undead.
"Holding pen."
In one of the clearings was essentially, a large cage. It was devided into seven sections but only four contained a flesh starved zombie. They were clearly agitated. It had alot to do with the large chunk of rotting meat (that looked and smelt suspiciously human to R) suspended above them but out of their reach, and the arrival of two deffinate humans made them almost crazy.
"Holy shit.." James muttered.
"Right then, here's the deal. You need to kill these fuckers with as few shots as possible, and considering you only have six bullets you better make sure you do or else you're going to be hanging up there." She pointed to the meat.
"That's not a real person right?" James half laughed and shuffled his feet.
"If it will make you feel better, no it isn't. Anyway, you can have one practice shot against the tree over there with the giant marker if you want but considering it isn't running at you with murder in it's eyes, there's not much point."
"Hang on, running at us?"
"Yeah, I'll let one out."
"Are you crazy?"
"Perhaps, but I won't eat you."
"How come we only have six bullets?!"
"Because you need to be efficient and if you have alot, then you won't be. Ready James? You're up first! Maybe get some point of view zombie tips from R whilst you can."
R moved well out the way of the cage as Hannah went up to it, not liking what was going to happen.
"Wait, what if I run out of bullets? You'll kill it, right?"
"Not unless it's running at me!" She laughed as she ducked out the way of test zombie number ones arm as it came through the bars. It took her a moment to unlock it properly.
"Why won't it run at you first?"
"Because I'm not bleeding." She grinned and shot James in the leg just as she opened the cage.
The expression 'All Hell broke loose' never suited a situation so well.
The shock of being shot quickly left James' system as the short but very quick zombie came towards him.
"Shoot then!" Hannah shouted.
Shoot he did, an arm, shoulder, kneecap, the tree, the other shoulder, it was almost on him when it dropped to the floor with a perfect shot right through the side of its head.
James was shaking and had tears in his eyes.
She looked over knowing he wasn't the one that shot it.
R stood by one of the trees, gun still raised. He looked a little confused, infact he was confused as to what he just did.
Hannah went up to the corpse and kicked it over. She knealt down and looked at the bullet hole.
"James, you're out. Go back to the city."
He wasn't really in the state to go anywhere alone but he ran, surprisingly well for someone who had just been shot, straight out the woods as soon as she said that, not wanting to be around anything that resembled a zombie.
"Not bad R." She muttered. "Not bad atall."
