Chapter 2: The Perfect Piggy-Back
6:52pm. South Residential Area of Lemur City.
Thousands of hired soldiers were unleashed within Lemur City. In a devious attempt to gather 'data', the Parasol Corporation hired mercenaries to combat the zombie menace invading Lemur City.
However, they were NO match for the millions of zombies that were once the very citizens of the metropolis. Even the police force was now part of the zombie legion.
Basically the mercs were FUCKED....
With the exception of 1.
He was obviously The Perfect Soldier.
Parasol Mercenary Supervisor: Heero Yuy had been given the duty to command a band of soldiers... (Emphasis on had...)
Not that it was his fault. To be in such a chaotic situation, they were terribly unfocused from the very beginning.
Flashback---
In a small suburb of Lemur City, Heero's army was ambushed by a booty load of zombies. They were pretty feisty for corpses, probably because they had just been killed.
One merc, named Andy blasted a zombie with his trusty handgun (the fool) and noticed his superior's situation. "Sir!!!! There's a---"
"Gwooooar!!!!" Yelled a zombie.
(Oh dear that handgun didn't seem quite so effective----DUH!!!)
The ghoul grabbed Andy's arm and began to chow down.
"Eyagh!!!!!" Shouted Andy.
Heero turned around and spotted Andy. Taking out his automatic shotgun, he blasted at both the zombie and Andy. "Next lifetime, pay attention." Heero uttered coldly.
It was totally necessary to kill Andy and ANYone else who got bitten by a zombie. The madness spreads to the victims as well. As of now there is no cure. Besides, the less mercs, the more money... Heh, heh...
"Yeah!!! You tell him!!!" Spoke a voice from behind.
"Hn?!?!?" Heero quickly turned around and saw nothing but the carnage of battle.
"Supervisor!!! Your back, there's----- AAAAAAAAAAAAAck!!!!!" Hollered a dying merc named Stevie. He got mauled by a gang of cheerleader zombies.
Heero, once again spun around. This is becoming tiresome, quick. There were a couple of zombies heading his way. The Perfect One fired at the monsters with his devastating weapon. After they were wasted Sergeant 01 yanked a grenade (Funny I don't remember packing those??!!?) from his backpack and tossed it at Stevie and the zombie cheerleader squad.
As Heero continued to fight for his all it was worth, more of his comrades continued to goof off and get killed.
---End Flashback
Heero did think it was odd at how they would always focus 'him' in particular rather than the snarling undead creep approaching them.
BUT, it didn't matter anymore--- they were all dead. More money for him in the end, and he had EVERY intention to make it to the end.
Heero was now walking down the corpse filled streets of the uptown area. Fortunately, they seemed to have been 'dealt' with as to prevent 'zombie' resurrection.... or whatever. He relaxed a little and continued to stalk through the plaza area. He spotted a sign that mentioned a nearby restaurant.
How far? Heero thought looking past the sign.
Try around the corner.
"Hn...." he was relieved. Heero may be 'Perfect', but he gets tired and hungry like anyone else...
To add to more complications, his back was KILLING him. It felt like he was carrying Death upon his shoulders… and spine. His legs ached. His whole body was just—MISERABLE! If he were to get confronted now, he'd probably be in a fix... MAYBE even annoyed!!!!
A while back, past the Residential Area, he could've sworn he heard something or someone moving upon the rooftops of the buildings over him. Whatever IT was Heero did NOT want to run into it right now. He made haste towards the restaurant.
Soon as Heero approached the restaurant; he realized what may be the cause of all his bodily woes...
This backpack. It's so frigging heavy. This can't be good for my back. He figured.
He reached back and grabbed----
"Hey!!!" Shouted a voice. "Watch your hands, buddy!!!!
Someone or something's on his back!!!!
"HUH?!?!?!" Heero panicked, instantly flipping the 'creature' off his back. "Oh shit!"
SLAM!!!!
Heero, upon sight of whatever, reached for his automatic shotgun---- unfortunately it was empty. He reached back for his shells…. "My shells?!?!? Where's are my----"
"Here!" The sneaky stranger smiled, handing Heero the shotgun shells.
"Y—y-you!!!!" Heero shouted. He snatched the shotgun shells from the merc and continued to yell... incoherently. "W-hat?!?! When?!?!? The fuck?!?!? Y-YOU were on ME!?!??!?!"
"Yes!!!" The French Braided Stranger smiled. "I was enjoying the piggy-back until YOU decided to get all…. FRSIKY!"
Heero kept searching for his backpack. "H-how the HELL did you get on my back?!??!? Where's my backpack!?!?!"
The strange fellow stood up and removed his backpack, "You can have mine! You've been using it for the longest..."
"I-I have!!!?"
"Yeah, Mr. Groper-Man." The Violet-Eyed Oddball glared.
Heero was still aghast, "ME?!??! You were on my FUCKING back, you moocher!!!"
"Uh….. Correction: My name's Duo Maxwell. AND YOU were MOOCHING off of me----Sgt. Freak-Nasty!"
Heero protested, "How DARE you call me names?!?! Look, I DIDN'T mean to touch---"
Duo added, "You mean grab?! Molest---" The Braided Soldier proceeded to mention out loud.
"SHUT-THE-FUCK-UP, BAKA!" Heero shouted, actually raising his voice. "I'm sorry I did that---- I REALLY AM." He really wanted to get off this 'odd' subject. He just couldn't believe that he was carrying a grown man on his back! Heero figured to change the subject and fast, "My name is Heero Yuy. I'm supervising the mercs running around here…. If any remain." He announced all while stretching his spine.
"I know. They were SO unfocused back there…." Duo spoke. "I wonder what spooked them?"
"YOU, perhaps." Heero uttered under his breath as he led the way towards the restaurant.
Suddenly Heero picked up an odd sound coming from one of the rooftops. It was the sound of a mercenary screaming perhaps his last. Then an ominous roar followed the scream:
"GWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAR!!!!"
Duo panicked, "W-what the holy hell was that?!?!?"
Heero tugged Duo inside the restaurant. "Oh, I don't know: Something capable of kicking our asses. Get inside, Doofus!"
"That's Duo!!"
"What-EVER!"
7PM. Downtown area Lemur City.
Quatre walked through the back alleys of the downtown area. He came across a new weapon laid across a fellow (and now dead) officer. A shotgun. Nice! The zombie officer wanted it back, though. So the Former Preventer Medic blasted its head off. End story.
Locked doors were also no problem. Not when you're armed with C-4. What's the point of doors?!? Quatre continued to create new passageways throughout Downtown Lemur City, all while heading towards the LPD station.
His joys were soon cut off when he heard a fellow Preventer being attacked from behind a door.
How could I miss this?! Quatre thought to himself. Knowing he didn't have time to set up the C-4, Quatre just kicked the door down. He found himself at the rear area of a local bar. He also spotted his comrade in danger.
It was helicopter pilot Wufei Chang holding off a zombie with a handgun. The Nagging Pilot was continuously pelting the ghoul with tons of bullets from his handgun (well, THERE'S the problem ...). NONE of which was phasing the zombie as he crept closer and closer towards Pilot Chang. (Like, D-UH!)
"GET AWAY from ME, you stupid zombie!! Aren't my bullets doing ANYTHING?!?!?" Wufei yelled in disbelief. "This is SUCH friggin' INJUSTICE. Shit!!!"
Quatre shook his head in humor, just before blasting the zombie's head off with his magnum. Wufei didn't even see him, until then. Sighing in relief, The Lone Pilot slid down the counter and sat upon the floor.
"Mr. Chang! Hang in there!" Quatre helped his superior to his feet. "Walking around with that handgun is suicide. At least take a combat sword, for you alone, are best with that."
Wufei gave a reluctant nod, "I know... I know… It sorta slipped my mind. I wanted to diversify weapon usage… MY BAD." He took a few more deep breaths before speaking again, "Listen to me, Rookie. There's something out there looking for us Preventers. I think it wants to kick our ass. There's NO escape!!" Wufei broke away and headed towards the rear exit.
"Wait, Mr. Chang!!! WHAT is after us?!!" WTF is he talking about?! Just blurting odd shit like that??!
Wufei spoke, "It's the ARCHFIEND!!! It's coming!!! And it's after ALL of us. We have to get out of here before it's too late!!!" He took off. "There! Is that GOOD enough info. Why don't I go to the last chapter and tell you the frigging epilogue, Him-Bo!
"Uh… sure." He's probably heading towards the police station. Maybe he wants a piece of the Chief…. Quatre figured. Hmm… Is it JUST me or does Pilot Chang and the Chief look alike?
(Author's note: uh…. This AU setting for sequels is BOUND to bite me in the ass….)
I better go and back this fool up, before he gets killed. Handgun carrying moron…. Quatre looked around the bar and picked up a couple of healing herbs and took off towards the police station. I mean he sucks WITH the sword as well…. And anything else capable of harm….