AN: You're going to hate me :D
Disclaimer: I do not own or make money from the anime Death Note
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Suggested Listening: Final Destination by Within Temptation
It's the Fear by Within Temptation
Part 28
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"This is a bad idea..."
"We are already here, too late for second thoughts."
"It's still a horrible idea."
Matt sighed and felt the longing need to smack something with his gun just for a change in the argument. They were in one of those new, well previously new, Super Walmart's and trying to find bleach and masks and every other disinfectant they could carry and fit into the camaro.
This one was one of the more rundown places they had seen, including their experiences with smaller convenience stores, and Matt hoped that there wasn't anything lurking in there because they would have plenty to hide behind.
The lights were still on in some parts, bright and casting shadows with emergency power in other areas; burned out bulbs beyond those with large patches of utter and complete darkness. The inside was a complete wreck with tipped over shelves, bare displays, rotted foods and the distinct scent of the dead. That God awful stench that only the infected could carry on their clothes and body.
That had both of them uneasy and spouting off unnecessary commentary when they should have been silent the second they had crossed the threshold of broken glass.
It was safe to assume that others had already raided supplies but it was uncertain if everything they needed had been taken or destroyed in the process. As things stood, they could not get the exact masks they wanted as most hospitals would be one of the few places to carry them, and they certainly weren't going to dare go to one, so they would have to suffice with the heavy duty carpenter and dust masks which would at least protect against splatter.
"Maybe we should hit up Home Depot or Lowes and see about those painter jumpsuits for times when we have to enter a potentially infected area. Masks aren't going to help us if we end up rolling in blood or pus." Matt whispered as he scanned the area. Some of the signs had fallen down so it was hard to get his bearings in all the mess.
"This way." Mello tugged at his sleeve and Matt followed without question. "Let's make it out of here first before we plan any more suicidal trips, ok?" Mello responded a few seconds later. Matt could deal with that. One problem at a time worked for him.
Mello carried his Beretta and one of those heavy duty flashlights, while Matt had the extra guns and empty bags slung over his shoulder, Glock in hand. Matt hoped what they had brought with them would be enough, or there wouldn't be a need to use guns at all.
Matt had never been afraid of the dark but seeing all the wide arching spaces left in complete pitch black made him wary and so very, very uneasy. He jumped at the loud scraping sound of metal on the floor and had the gun pointed before he had even looked.
"Sorry, sorry it was me. I just bumped into a rack. Can't see for shit in here..." Mello hissed, hand pushing the gun out of his face without even blinking; though Matt could see the blonds pulse jumping in his throat.
Matt kept an even closer watch on the darkness after that. If anything shifted he was shooting first.
There was no more talking after that, not even when they found the cleaning aisle that had been tipped over and fallen into the shelving beside it, spilling its contents to the floor. They had to crouch under the fallen shelf and search through cracked leaking bottles to scavenge what they needed.
It was hardly the amount they wanted, but there was at least other cleaning agents found that would do a decent job with a greater quantity used. It was not what they wanted, but it was the best they were going to get. They honestly could not hope for better and availability of products was only going to get worse the longer the situation went on.
After that they had gone on to find the masks, grabbing what was left which wasn't really much; it seemed the nearby communities or possibly just other survivors, had already been through there. Perhaps before they knew better than to stray into the large buildings.
There had been no extra noises in the sizable structure and it made them so tempted to search the rest of the lit aisles. However, other than grabbing random about-the-right-size clothes off the racks and stuffing them in with the masks, they didn't stray from the task of leaving.
The longer they stayed the more likely that something would go horribly wrong.
"That went surprisingly well, don't you think?" Mello grumbled, shifting one of the bags to his other shoulder. Matt supposed that it had and in all reality could have gone much worse...
Or maybe they had simply counted it a trip gone well before they were actually safe.
"Matt, what are you looking at—oh fuck."
Oh fuck indeed, Matt thought.
He was reminded a little of the time when he had run from the library with the infected lumbering around outside waiting for him; but as he and Mello stood on the broken glass of Walmart's entrance, he only wished it were that simple.
Resident Evil didn't have shit on the scene before them.
"Can you run with that?" Matt whispered, sliding the shotgun off his shoulder and handing it to Mello who had carefully put down the flashlight; they could easily get another one like it.
Mello nodded and as Matt took a breath, one half eaten and rotting face turned looked up from the pack—mouth hung open and as if tasting the air—and followed the line of sight directly back to them.
And with its motion a hundred other bloody faces looked up at them.
"I wish I had a machine gun..." was all Matt could think to say.
"I wish I had six." Mello replied, no humor to be had in his voice. Everything was silent and nothing moved; the infected simply stared at them until Mello's boot crunched on a piece of glass as he shifted his weight.
It was enough to set the infected off.
"Run!" It hadn't needed to be said and they were sprinting towards the car while the horde of infected borrowed at them. There wasn't going to be enough time for him to get to the drivers side.
"Mello, open the door." He shouted to the blond who was a few steps ahead of him and thankfully Mello did as asked when he reached the car. Matt jumped into the car, over the seat gap and into the drivers side as faces popped into view through his window. Matt fumbled with his keys as Mello slammed his own door shut, bags hastily shoved into the back.
"Hurry up!" Mello yelled as an infected crawled atop the hood of the car with its missing teeth, scratched up face and hands beating at the windshield like one might a drum. More hands—and even a few faces—banged on the windows and frame of the car; it shook with the force making Matt feel as though he was in some sick simulation of turbulence.
Matt's fingers slipped and the keys nearly dropped to the floor. Instead of rushing he took his time, inserted the key and grinned as the engine purred to life.
Mello swore as the handle on his door was being pulled and the infected yanked his door open inch by inch.
"For Christ's sake Matt, drive. I cant keep this shut!" Mello's voice was thick with fear and suddenly there was deafening silence.
That was when the windshield made a sickening sound as the lone infected on the hood continually pounded on the glass; a large crack spread across the windshield like a spider web and that was when Matt knew they were going to die.
-End Part 28-
AN: cliff hanger anyone? No? Too bad XD
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