Britz-First I wanted to take the opportunity to thank my wonderful reviewers, you're all marvellous, simply marvellous, it's good to be writing something again which people actually read, I'd like to thank you all, in song, but it's boring and tedious and needy, and I've generally avoided thanking individuals since my first fic, so, thanks y'all, keep 'em coming.
Disclaimer-Now I'm gonna go on and introduce a brand new character in this one, turning into an irreversible crossover fic, makes the knees chatter right? What's worse is his obscurity, but I want you to know, Ash is not of mine elk (duh) and Animorphs still not mine.
~Chapter Ten~
[This is crazy!] Yelled Marco holding back the undead hordes at the door in gorilla morph [They just keep coming I can't hold them off forever!] He shoved one back with a powerful arm then slammed the door shut, he looked somewhat ridiculous having had the thought enough to remove his tux jacket and shoes before morphing but the rest was in rags that hung off his furry shoulders.
Ben sat on the bed by Cassie "So you're telling me that you guys are these 'Animorphs' people who can turn into animals, and y'all are humanity's only hope against these body snatching slugs from outer space?"
"That's the gist of it."
"And these zombies have probably been risen up using weird space radiation by said slugs in an attempt to kill you guys."
"Be my guess." Cassie said.
"Eh, I'll buy it."
"Really?" She said.
"Not yet but if you pass me that bong from over by the lava lamp I will in a couple of minutes."
A ricocheting set of shots suddenly burst out above the groans of the undead, The Animorphs turned and cocked their ears to the sound.
"What the holy Hell was that?" Rachel asked.
Ben stood up grinning, "That baby, is a boomstick!"
"Really? Sounded like a shotgun to me." Jake remarked
Buckshot ripped through the wall and the zombies could be heard being blown about outside, Marco hit the deck as a shot blew off the doorknob, a booted foot kicked open the door and a solitary figure stepped through, a chainsaw strapped to his side and a smoking shotgun in his metal hand.
"Somebody call for a hero?" Ashley J. Williams asked the quivering Animorphs
[Maybe, who's asking?] Groaned Marco as he picked himself up.
"Hey." Ash pointed at Marco "That monkey just talked, I'm gonna be asking about that later."
"They'll be time for explanations later." Jake assured him, "Right now we got to get out of here."
"Who's arguing?" Ash watched with wide eyes as Marco demorphed "Uhh, kay, King Kong reckon you can handle this?" He tossed his shotgun to Marco.
"I don't see why not." Marco turned the gun around and looked straight down the barrel.
"Good, keep it covered." Ash said.
A zombie came wandering into the room. "Brains, unique energy signal and braiiinsss..." It groaned, Ash grabbed the bong off Ben's desk and hurled it at the creature, it shattered leaving shards in the creatures face and neck.
"Eww, Bong water.." Marco pulled off a shot and blew its head clear off it's shoulders.
"That's the way kid." Ash turned to the others. "Now, does anyone have anything alcoholic on them?"
They all looked at him a moment then pulled out bottles and flasks of booze. "Kids today." Muttered Ash and he snatched a whiskey bottle off Cassie, grabbed a pair of underwear from the floor and stuffed it down the bottleneck.
He pulled out a Zippo lighter and lit the underwear "Alright ladies on the count of three... Three!" Ash charged out the doorway and hurled the flaming bottle end over end as more zombies clambered over the bodies Ash had racked up on his way in, it exploded sending flame and glass over the creatures.
Ash, Ben and the Animorphs charged through the flaming zombies still intent on attacking them, Ash led the way, kicking them aside, finally they made their way out of the house and sucked in the fresh air.
"Well great." Ben said, "Now Mom and Dad are gonna be so pissed I had a party!"
"Where too now kids?" Ash asked the rest of the group.
Marco pulled off another shot driving back a stumbling zombie, "Anywhere but here sounds good to me."
"I know!" Said Jake, "The Yeerk Pool, lets all go to the Yeerk Pool."
"What the hell's a Yeerk Pool?" Ash asked.
"Wait I wanna change my vote, here is fine." Marco protested.
Zombies exploded from the windows and doors as if shoved by giant hands, some collapsing to the lawn and crawling towards the Animorphs with intent to kill.
"Oh alright, I'm coming." The shotgun roared once more and they ran down the street, as they disappeared from sight two sultry figures stepped through with glowing yellow eyes and blue gingham dresses, simultaneously they turned their heads right and saw the retreating backs of the Animorphs.
"Nobody stands up the Jonson sisters," they both said finally and their glowing yellow eyes narrowed.
~Chapter Eleven~
Officer B.J. Honeyglaze's patrol car rolled down the street and he tapped the steering wheel as he drove, just another noise complaint at some teenage punks party, boring but on Halloween night for the F-F.N.P.D who was complaining? Other cops might as well be cannon fodder, not him on some ol' fashioned narc patrol though, no sir.
His trained cop eagle-eyes spotted something as he turned into the street where the complaint was however "Hey! A Twinkie!" He reached down beside his seat, taking his eyes off the road the precise moment seven people splattered with gore, one carrying a smoking shotgun, another a bloody chainsaw ran through the beam of his headlights and past his car.
He bit into the cream filling and chewed, relishing the sweet taste then polished the rest of it off in two quick bites as he pulled up beside the curb and stepped out of the car, over a twitching rotted corpse stuck in his wheel arch, hitching his belt up under his sizable stomach.
He turned to the house, it was on fire, its windows were blown out and zombies wandered the lawn "Jesus, I oughta call the c.. I mean...Damn." He looked around and grabbed a nearby zombie "Scuse me sir, what happened here exactly?"
"Brains..."
"Brains did this?"
"Brains." It nodded then growled and tackled Honeyglaze to the ground, other zombies joined the fray piling on top of the hapless fuzz.
B.J. screamed as they bit into him, black cracks seemed to emanate then sink into the skin as their venom entered his system, his body seemed to swell, his eminent beer-muscle and gut grew and rippled, his flabby, pink skin seemed to become flabbier and pinker than ever.
Honeyglaze's screams grew hoarser and turned to terrified squeals instead, the zombies drew back as if to observe the monster they had created, Honeyglaze's face seemed to grow outwards and he could hear the bones grinding and changing, he went to put his hands to the rearranging topography of his face but saw before his eyes that the five fingers of each were melding into three thick and stubby ones, tips growing harder.
His mouth and nose had bulged out and turned up into a snout, his eyes shrank back into an overhanging forehead and became black and beady, his hair receded into his skull and his ears climbed up towards the top, becoming pointy.
Honeyglaze's mind was overthrown into a snorting, vicious primal instinct and he leapt to his new trotter-like feet, bowling over two zombies like rag dolls, it was still wearing it's police uniform though now tore through at the seams, it stopped and crouched and seemed to strain a moment "Humph... Humph..."
A curly tail burst out the seat of his pants like a spring and bobbed up and down, the transformation into Werepig was complete.
It looked about and snorted then looked skywards, overhead a full moon glowed down upon the gruesome scene, a small cloud wafted across it's surface and for a moment it appeared the moon had a hole through it's tasty creamy middle, the Werepig squealed with delight.
"Oink! Oink! Oiiiiinnnnnk!!"
The Animorphs plus guests heard this chilling howl and for a moment they stopped and shuddered at the alien delight in it.
[Wh-What was that?] Tobias asked.
"I don't know and I don't wanna know." Ash replied and they took to the foot once more.
"Where did you learn to fight those things anyway?" Rachel asked as they ran.
"Ash sighed, "It's a long story."
"We got time." Jake nodded.
"Well back in the late 80's to early 90's me and my girlfriend and some friends, actually I'm not sure about the friends, did they come or not?" Ash shook his head, "Must have been one of those bumps on the head. Anyway we came across this recording and when we played it there was this weird language on the tape, it woke something up in the woods, they came alive and took Linda, my girlfriend, she came back as a zombie, I had to kill her, lopped her head right off and I don't mind telling you it put a real cramp on our relationship."
"That's rough."
"That's just half of it." Ash said, "I killed her, again, spent another night fighting off zombies and had to cut off my own right hand before it killed me, met evil in the flesh, got sucked back to the middle ages and had to fight against an entire army of the zombies to get back to my own time where the evil dead still follow me to this day."
[Wow.] Tobias said, [Tough break.]
Ash grunted noncommittally and they continued to sprint in silence, hordes of zombies turned and came at them but their uneasy amble was too slow to serve much a threat. Finally it was Cassie who broke the silence.
"Hey I just realised." Cassie said, stopping for a moment "What about Ax?"
"What about Ax?" Marco asked.
"Exactly, we left him back at Jakes place, do you think the zombies found him, if he's alright?"
Outside Jake's places zombies have smashed through doors and windows, an undead fell from one of the top storey window and to the driveway with a strange boneless splat.
[Hey! Hey! What are you gnawing on there? Is it my torso? It is! Hey you now put that back! I need it to live! No! No! NOOOOO!!!] A (suspiciously familiar and somewhat watery) blood geyser blew out the windows and flowed over the lawn into the street [Oh!]
Jake shook his head "I'm sure he'll be fine."
***To Be Continued***
Britz-Oy vey, fear my wrath of crossover shit, plenty more coming up, before Halloween! (Also maybe after, I'm not very good with time management.) Review!
Disclaimer-Now I'm gonna go on and introduce a brand new character in this one, turning into an irreversible crossover fic, makes the knees chatter right? What's worse is his obscurity, but I want you to know, Ash is not of mine elk (duh) and Animorphs still not mine.
~Chapter Ten~
[This is crazy!] Yelled Marco holding back the undead hordes at the door in gorilla morph [They just keep coming I can't hold them off forever!] He shoved one back with a powerful arm then slammed the door shut, he looked somewhat ridiculous having had the thought enough to remove his tux jacket and shoes before morphing but the rest was in rags that hung off his furry shoulders.
Ben sat on the bed by Cassie "So you're telling me that you guys are these 'Animorphs' people who can turn into animals, and y'all are humanity's only hope against these body snatching slugs from outer space?"
"That's the gist of it."
"And these zombies have probably been risen up using weird space radiation by said slugs in an attempt to kill you guys."
"Be my guess." Cassie said.
"Eh, I'll buy it."
"Really?" She said.
"Not yet but if you pass me that bong from over by the lava lamp I will in a couple of minutes."
A ricocheting set of shots suddenly burst out above the groans of the undead, The Animorphs turned and cocked their ears to the sound.
"What the holy Hell was that?" Rachel asked.
Ben stood up grinning, "That baby, is a boomstick!"
"Really? Sounded like a shotgun to me." Jake remarked
Buckshot ripped through the wall and the zombies could be heard being blown about outside, Marco hit the deck as a shot blew off the doorknob, a booted foot kicked open the door and a solitary figure stepped through, a chainsaw strapped to his side and a smoking shotgun in his metal hand.
"Somebody call for a hero?" Ashley J. Williams asked the quivering Animorphs
[Maybe, who's asking?] Groaned Marco as he picked himself up.
"Hey." Ash pointed at Marco "That monkey just talked, I'm gonna be asking about that later."
"They'll be time for explanations later." Jake assured him, "Right now we got to get out of here."
"Who's arguing?" Ash watched with wide eyes as Marco demorphed "Uhh, kay, King Kong reckon you can handle this?" He tossed his shotgun to Marco.
"I don't see why not." Marco turned the gun around and looked straight down the barrel.
"Good, keep it covered." Ash said.
A zombie came wandering into the room. "Brains, unique energy signal and braiiinsss..." It groaned, Ash grabbed the bong off Ben's desk and hurled it at the creature, it shattered leaving shards in the creatures face and neck.
"Eww, Bong water.." Marco pulled off a shot and blew its head clear off it's shoulders.
"That's the way kid." Ash turned to the others. "Now, does anyone have anything alcoholic on them?"
They all looked at him a moment then pulled out bottles and flasks of booze. "Kids today." Muttered Ash and he snatched a whiskey bottle off Cassie, grabbed a pair of underwear from the floor and stuffed it down the bottleneck.
He pulled out a Zippo lighter and lit the underwear "Alright ladies on the count of three... Three!" Ash charged out the doorway and hurled the flaming bottle end over end as more zombies clambered over the bodies Ash had racked up on his way in, it exploded sending flame and glass over the creatures.
Ash, Ben and the Animorphs charged through the flaming zombies still intent on attacking them, Ash led the way, kicking them aside, finally they made their way out of the house and sucked in the fresh air.
"Well great." Ben said, "Now Mom and Dad are gonna be so pissed I had a party!"
"Where too now kids?" Ash asked the rest of the group.
Marco pulled off another shot driving back a stumbling zombie, "Anywhere but here sounds good to me."
"I know!" Said Jake, "The Yeerk Pool, lets all go to the Yeerk Pool."
"What the hell's a Yeerk Pool?" Ash asked.
"Wait I wanna change my vote, here is fine." Marco protested.
Zombies exploded from the windows and doors as if shoved by giant hands, some collapsing to the lawn and crawling towards the Animorphs with intent to kill.
"Oh alright, I'm coming." The shotgun roared once more and they ran down the street, as they disappeared from sight two sultry figures stepped through with glowing yellow eyes and blue gingham dresses, simultaneously they turned their heads right and saw the retreating backs of the Animorphs.
"Nobody stands up the Jonson sisters," they both said finally and their glowing yellow eyes narrowed.
~Chapter Eleven~
Officer B.J. Honeyglaze's patrol car rolled down the street and he tapped the steering wheel as he drove, just another noise complaint at some teenage punks party, boring but on Halloween night for the F-F.N.P.D who was complaining? Other cops might as well be cannon fodder, not him on some ol' fashioned narc patrol though, no sir.
His trained cop eagle-eyes spotted something as he turned into the street where the complaint was however "Hey! A Twinkie!" He reached down beside his seat, taking his eyes off the road the precise moment seven people splattered with gore, one carrying a smoking shotgun, another a bloody chainsaw ran through the beam of his headlights and past his car.
He bit into the cream filling and chewed, relishing the sweet taste then polished the rest of it off in two quick bites as he pulled up beside the curb and stepped out of the car, over a twitching rotted corpse stuck in his wheel arch, hitching his belt up under his sizable stomach.
He turned to the house, it was on fire, its windows were blown out and zombies wandered the lawn "Jesus, I oughta call the c.. I mean...Damn." He looked around and grabbed a nearby zombie "Scuse me sir, what happened here exactly?"
"Brains..."
"Brains did this?"
"Brains." It nodded then growled and tackled Honeyglaze to the ground, other zombies joined the fray piling on top of the hapless fuzz.
B.J. screamed as they bit into him, black cracks seemed to emanate then sink into the skin as their venom entered his system, his body seemed to swell, his eminent beer-muscle and gut grew and rippled, his flabby, pink skin seemed to become flabbier and pinker than ever.
Honeyglaze's screams grew hoarser and turned to terrified squeals instead, the zombies drew back as if to observe the monster they had created, Honeyglaze's face seemed to grow outwards and he could hear the bones grinding and changing, he went to put his hands to the rearranging topography of his face but saw before his eyes that the five fingers of each were melding into three thick and stubby ones, tips growing harder.
His mouth and nose had bulged out and turned up into a snout, his eyes shrank back into an overhanging forehead and became black and beady, his hair receded into his skull and his ears climbed up towards the top, becoming pointy.
Honeyglaze's mind was overthrown into a snorting, vicious primal instinct and he leapt to his new trotter-like feet, bowling over two zombies like rag dolls, it was still wearing it's police uniform though now tore through at the seams, it stopped and crouched and seemed to strain a moment "Humph... Humph..."
A curly tail burst out the seat of his pants like a spring and bobbed up and down, the transformation into Werepig was complete.
It looked about and snorted then looked skywards, overhead a full moon glowed down upon the gruesome scene, a small cloud wafted across it's surface and for a moment it appeared the moon had a hole through it's tasty creamy middle, the Werepig squealed with delight.
"Oink! Oink! Oiiiiinnnnnk!!"
The Animorphs plus guests heard this chilling howl and for a moment they stopped and shuddered at the alien delight in it.
[Wh-What was that?] Tobias asked.
"I don't know and I don't wanna know." Ash replied and they took to the foot once more.
"Where did you learn to fight those things anyway?" Rachel asked as they ran.
"Ash sighed, "It's a long story."
"We got time." Jake nodded.
"Well back in the late 80's to early 90's me and my girlfriend and some friends, actually I'm not sure about the friends, did they come or not?" Ash shook his head, "Must have been one of those bumps on the head. Anyway we came across this recording and when we played it there was this weird language on the tape, it woke something up in the woods, they came alive and took Linda, my girlfriend, she came back as a zombie, I had to kill her, lopped her head right off and I don't mind telling you it put a real cramp on our relationship."
"That's rough."
"That's just half of it." Ash said, "I killed her, again, spent another night fighting off zombies and had to cut off my own right hand before it killed me, met evil in the flesh, got sucked back to the middle ages and had to fight against an entire army of the zombies to get back to my own time where the evil dead still follow me to this day."
[Wow.] Tobias said, [Tough break.]
Ash grunted noncommittally and they continued to sprint in silence, hordes of zombies turned and came at them but their uneasy amble was too slow to serve much a threat. Finally it was Cassie who broke the silence.
"Hey I just realised." Cassie said, stopping for a moment "What about Ax?"
"What about Ax?" Marco asked.
"Exactly, we left him back at Jakes place, do you think the zombies found him, if he's alright?"
Outside Jake's places zombies have smashed through doors and windows, an undead fell from one of the top storey window and to the driveway with a strange boneless splat.
[Hey! Hey! What are you gnawing on there? Is it my torso? It is! Hey you now put that back! I need it to live! No! No! NOOOOO!!!] A (suspiciously familiar and somewhat watery) blood geyser blew out the windows and flowed over the lawn into the street [Oh!]
Jake shook his head "I'm sure he'll be fine."
***To Be Continued***
Britz-Oy vey, fear my wrath of crossover shit, plenty more coming up, before Halloween! (Also maybe after, I'm not very good with time management.) Review!