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He peoples, here's the second chapter, I'm sorry if I'm too mean to Quatre, I love him but sometimes you have to do things that will make a fic better, well read and find out what happens.
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The gate screeched as Quatre's shaky hands opened it his feet tapped over the stone sidewalk and he looked around. Old blood stains covered the walkway, it was a small area, which led to the doors of the R.P.D. building, the only sound was the running of water beneath the stone floor. Quatre hesitated to open the large doors but he quickly found the strength to do it, they opened with a long loud whine and a cloud of dust and the stench of rotting flesh immediately met him. He covered his nose and mouth with one hand and with the other he fanned his way through the cloud.
His skin crawled as he gazed around the large room, in front of him was some steps that led down to an area with a small fountain, Quatre turned to his right and walked to a door which was boarded up, he pulled at the boards but they wouldn't budge. Suddenly the light tapping of footsteps sounded through the room and he spun around looking for the cause of the sound.
"Hello!" his voice echoed through the area as he called aloud, "Is anyone there, I'm here to help you!" he knew he sounded pathetic, his voice was shaky with fear and it came out a little too high, but his calls weren't answered. Quatre's heart beat wildly through his chest and he was frozen stiff, he swallowed but his throat was dry, he listened harder, trying to pin point the sound of the footsteps. A stale surprisingly cold breath brushed against his neck sending chills down his spine and he almost passed out, he spun around towards the blocked off door.
Two eyes stared back at him, the pupils dull, almost lifeless.
"Hello," Quatre shook off his fear and smiled, "I'm here to help you, hold on I'll get you out."
There was no answer from the person within the room, only a low groan and the scraping of feet against the stone floor.
Quatre grabbed at the boards and pulled with all his might, but still they didn't budge, he took a breath and pulled again, this time feeling one of the boards give out a bit, he smiled satisfied and went to grip the boards a last time. he pulled and gasped, trying to gain strength.
Suddenly a sharp pain went through his left hand and he cried out letting go. He fell to the floor and raised his hand to his face, blood spurted out from where his pinky and finger had been, a scream escaped from his throat and he clutched his hand to his still bare chest.
Several loud moans came from the room, and the boards creaked starting to give away to some extreme pressure, they exploded outward sending splinters everywhere.
Quatre gasped at the sight he beheld. Four men in officer uniforms sprang from the room, their skin pail and in some places even missing, their lips and sides of their cheeks appeared to be bitten off, exposing their long jagged teeth, their arms hung limply at their sides and they walked toward the frightened blond.
Quatre stood up, and stumbled backwards away from the frightful officers, he fell to the ground again and scrawled away, his blood leaving a trail behind him. He hit a dead end, he was surrounded by two walls a fence and the officers.
He let out a sudden scream as one of the officers fell forward on top of him, biting into his shoulder and tearing the skin off. Blood gushed from the wound and Quatre cried in horror as the other officers covered him, biting him and tearing pieces from his body, the blond fought back kicking and screaming, it was times like this when he wished he had his trusty pistol in hand.
Finally, he stood up using all his might, the men clutched at his body but he kicked them off and jumped over the gate landing hard on the floor below, Quatre arched backwards from the pain that filled him. The officers stood up about to join him by falling over the fence, but the blond fought to his feet and ran passed the fountain and up a different flight of steps.
His body ached in pain, and he was covered with blood. He was in partial shock, the walls were black and everything else a bright white. He dove over a desk searching frantically for anything he could use as a weapon, and surely enough he opened a drawer and found a handgun and a small box of ammo, he checked the chamber, it was loaded, and he thanked any god he could for the lifesaver.
Quatre ran around the desk to the edge of the steps, the men were just below, the young blond pilot fired four times, hitting all the men in the head, but they only flinched a bit, Quatre fired again hitting the each of the officers in the head, still they continued their climb up the stairs.
The blond looked down at the gun, he as deeply confused over why the men were not dead, again he fired, this time one of the men's heads busted apart on impact from the third bullet, Quatre backed up, reloading, he fired a fourth time, this time all the men's heads splattered apart and they lay dead, littering the stares.
The Arabian boy stood wide-eyed, the gun still held before him, preying that a 5th round wouldn't have to be fired. Finally his arms gave out and he dropped to the ground clutching at his wounds which were many, his hand throbbed where his fingers once were, he only had three fingers on one hand, luckily the ones that he knew were most needed, his thumb, index and middle fingers remained, he walked down the steps to the fountain and bathed the open wounds, drinking as he did so, he wished there were a hospital near, he knew he'd need more stitches than anything. He cursed Heero for sending him into this hell whole and he cursed himself for going on when he had the chance to turn back.
Quatre tore one of his pants legs off and dressed his wounds properly with the material, then made his way back to the dead officers, their clothes where useless but their weapons were anything but useless, he took their belts, all four and wrapped them all around his waist, they all hung loosely against his baggy bloodstained and ripped jeans, but he now felt a little more comfortable.
He debated on whether he should find the others or not, then sighed at his conclusion to avoid the humiliation of backing out so early after they left him, he went back to the desk and searched more, he found a brand new roll of duck tap and electric tap which he looped onto one of the belts, he then searched a locker and found a R.P.D. jacket and slipped it on.
Quatre crept around the desk, glancing at the dead officers on the stairs, he stopped in front of a door that wasn't boarded, he rested his fingers around the door knob and slowly opened the door, a loud click echoed through the area as he looked into the dusty room, letting his eyes adjust to the dark. Several desks were clustered in the center of the room and the first desk showed evidence of a brief party, Styrofoam cups and whine bottles were scatter on the desk, the blond remembered his thirst from earlier and he made his way to a bottle, he opened the top and sniffed at it's contents and discovered no poisonous substances, he brought the bottle to his lips and drank slowly, letting the liquid flood his desert-dry mouth.
Satisfied with a little over half of the bottle, he set it back down and walked around the desks, kicking anything out of the littered path, he was about half way to the door when something brushed against his leg, he forced himself to look down, then let out a sigh of relief, a half hidden rotting corps lay by the desk, he could hardly make out its outline but the smell gave it away, Quatre turned back around and spotted a small office, he quickly made his way over to it and entered.
It was a decently clean room, two chairs sat side-by-side by the door and a desk stood close by, Quatre immediately recognized a flashlight on one of the chairs and took it in hand, he pressed the on button and a beam of bright white light shot from it's bulb, he shined it around the room and went to the desk, searching the drawers for anything else, but he found nothing, a book shelf sat against the wall, and Quatre walked over to it, he examined some of the titles, all proving to be boring, they were all on the law and justice, and other uninteresting subjects that made him yawn at the thought of reading them. The blond began pushing the books off of the shelf, sending them in a jumbled mess on the floor; he searched for keys or anything that he could use.
Suddenly a sliding sound paused Quatre's mess making, he froze looking about, sweat droplets formed on his brow, and he searched the room frantically, then it came again and he looked down spotting something moving toward him, he shined the flashlight onto the thing and gasped, it was the corps, very similar in looks to the four officers before. it reached its hand out, its long jagged fingernails penetrating Quatre's bare leg on contact, he stumbled back, a big mistake because the corps nails ripped downward sending bolts of pain through him.
The smell of the corps stung the boys nostrils, making him lightheaded, it's unnaturally strong arms pulled Quatre downward, and the blond rolled on his stomach to get away, but the corps sank its teeth deep into the back of this leg, it tore at the skin devouring it quickly and going for another bite, Quatre let out an ear-piercing shriek, pain filled him and he fought to get away, his strength was leaving him quickly and he didn't know what to do, he kept grabbing at the handguns, finally getting a hold of one he aimed as best as he could and let the bullets fly.
(-Outside-)
"You were sure quick to get rid of him," Duo whined as they left Quatre at the RPD building.
"It's just a building, he shouldn't have any trouble searching it," Heero replied.
The wind blew against the four as they made their way around a brown, wrecked truck.
Duo let out a loud groan, wishing he could have gone with Quatre instead of being in the company of the three most serious and quiet pilots, "Why don't we work in couples, I could go help out Quatre?"
"There's five of us Duo, that would still leave one of us without a partner," Trowa answered.
"Dumbass..." Wufei muttered.
Heero stopped at a door, "Duo, you go here, check out anything in there."
Duo's mouth fell open, "Hell no!"
Heero, Trowa and Wufei all gave him a death glare.
"You just wanna dump me off here because I talk too much!" Duo whined.
"Exactly, now leave," Wufei yelled at him.
"Wufei," Heero gestured for him to shut up, then he turned to Duo, "Just do it, don't ask questions."
Duo opened his mouth and quickly shut it and nodded.
The other three gave him one last look and continued walking.
The braided pilot turned to the door and gulped, he pulled open the door and sighed as he entered a very littered alley.
"This is stupid..." he kicked a can, "Now I gotta talk to myself..." he sighed and took a left turn instead of going straight, "I thought I grew outta this, guess not. "he opened another door, "They think they can get rid of me so easily..." Duo looked around, both sides of the street was heavily barricaded, but he spotted a door on the building across from him and decided to continue through it, his feet tapped against the pavement and he finally gazed upon something new, "Stairs!" he practically jumped down them and landed lightly on the ground and sprinted up a different set of stairs in front of him and slung a door open, "Hey, Honey, I'm home!" he sang as he entered a bar, but no reply came, nor did he care, the hyper boy took a seat on a stool and smacked his hand on the bar, "I'd like a shot of Wild Turkey, and make it fast, I'm in a hurry," he laughed and grabbed a magazine that sat by him, "Boring..." he threw it to the floor, "Doesn't anything interesting happen here?" he sighed and grabbed a bottle of Wild turkey whiskey that stood behind the counter and emptied it, "Boy that's some good shit."
Duo got up and stretched and walked over to a pinball machine, and put a quarter in, a ball popped up and he began to play, after a good ten minutes of playing without loosing a ball he gave up, content with his high score, he walked behind the counter and looked at the large variety of alcoholic beverages, his mouth watered, "Wow, a real heaven in hell," he smiled, then spotted a shotgun, well hidden by the cash register, Duo immediately grabbed it up, "Sweet, this is comin' with me," he playfully aimed it around the room until he spotted something else useful, "Suitcase!" he picked it up and snapped it open, "Lame, papers suck if they're of no use," He emptied all the contents onto the floor and replaced them with shotgun shells, he picked up a pair of sunglasses that fell out of the case and put them on, smiling as they fit perfectly, "Shinigami's got style now."
Duo smirked and walked to the other end of the building, he opened the door and stepped outside into the eerie alley, he walked up some stares and looked around, a dead body lay on the ground a few feet to the left of him and he shivered a little disgusted, he started to take a right when several growls rose from around the corner, he froze immediately and looked around curiously.
Three gruesome looking dogs glared at him with pupil less eyes, blood dripped from their sharp teeth and open wounds.
"Puppies, you don't wanna hurt me," Duo shifted nervously, and began backing away, but the dogs moved closer, "I really don't like hurting animals," he frowned as he clutched his gun, but his sudden movement sent the dogs into a wild fury, and the half drunk pilot took off running, the dogs close behind, "I...don't...deserve...this!" he screamed as he ran, the dogs barked and nipped at the air.
Spotting a dead-end ahead Duo began to panic, he searched quickly for a place to get away and found a door as he reached the stopping point, he opened the door and like lightening shut it behind him, hearing three bangs against the door and a couple of yelps he let out a long and loud sigh, he rested against the door and slid down to the ground his heart beat wildly, "I don't like this place one bit," he said to himself as he straightened his glasses which had hardly remained on one of his ears.
He looked ahead, "Hey, I know this place!" he smiled and skipped back over to the stares that lead down to the back door of the bar, "I guess there's only one way to go now," he swung his suitcase at his side and walked passed the stairs to a door he hadn't gone to yet, "errr...what if there's more dogs?" he pouted, "I guess I'll have no choice but to blow their little ugly heads off..." he said sadly then smiled evilly, "Damned satanic creatures, they'll never live to regret the day they pissed off Shinigami."
Quatre, the name seemed to whisper though the air, "Quatre..." Duo said aloud, "What if he's in trouble?" he shook his head, "He can handle himself, I hope, I mean, damn, he's no baby," he opened the door and let out a scream of horror, "Zombie things!"
He was right on the dot with his guess, countless zombies were making there way towards him, moaning and groaning as they stumbled at him.
Duo shot one of the zombies in the knees with the gun, but it only fell to the ground and continued towards him, "Zombies don't die!"{Drunk Duo=retard} he screamed and shut the door, he heard their fingernails scrape against the wood and he took off back to where he started, "Quatre, I'm gonna save you!" he screamed as he ran around familiar corners and through doors to where Heero and the others left him before, "Quatre..." he whispered to himself, and ran to the RPD building.
Silence was all the young man heard as he opened the screechy gate and walked through the ajar door that lead into the building.
The place was a mess, boards lay in shattered pieces before a door way and a dried trail of blood ran from the mess to the opposite side of it where a larger puddle was, Duo ran his fingers through the blood, it was recently made, "Quatre?" he looked around sadly, spotting some bodies on the stairs.
Suddenly several gun shots echoed through the building, "Quatre!" Duo yelled as he jumped over some rails and ran up the stairs passed the bodies, he entered an open room where the gun shots continued to fire, but they ceased and only clicks could be heard, "Quatre, is that you?"
The clicks stopped, "Duo?" the familiar voice answered him.
Duo spotted a light from the far end of the room and made his way silently over to it, "I'm here bud, are you okay," he replied he looked into the office to find the boy in anything but 'Okay' condition, he lay on his stomach in a puddle of blood, a headless body covered his legs, "Oh man," he pushed the dead zombie body off of his friend and took the flashlight, looking over his friends wounds, "What happened to your pants?" Duo asked seeing that one of the legs were torn off, the back of the boys calf had a piece missing, blood streamed from the wound, "Oh my god."
"I'm in a bad predicament, Duo, it looks bad doesn't it?" tears fell down the boy cheeks, "It hurts so much."
Duo only nodded, he gathered his friend up in his arms, "We gotta get help," he noticed Quatre already was bandaged up some, with, he guessed, the missing pant leg, "I'm just gonna bring you down stairs to the water fountain I saw, I'll fix you up," he whispered.
Quatre nodded, and forced a smile, surprised at how much they thought alike.
When they were finally downstairs into the light room, Duo set his friend down by the fountain, "You just hold on tight, for a sec," he ripped Quatre's other pant leg off and took the duck tape from one of the boys belts, he tore a good quarter of the material off and soaked it in the fountain, and began to clean the Quatre's leg.
The boy whimpered in pain, biting his lip hard, "Not so rough Duo, please," he begged.
"I'm trying to, it's not so bad, you should be able to walk on it some, it might hurt a little though, luckily he didn't get an artery otherwise you'd have to go without a leg."
Quatre cried softly and nodded.
"We need to find some first aid stuff, you'll have to cope with a temporary bandage for a little bit," Duo explained as he folded some of the dry material, then wrapped it around his friends leg and taped it tightly, "I'm just gonna check your other wounds and clean them some, it'll only be a sec, then we'll think about what to do next."
"Thank you, Duo," Quatre forced a smile and let his braided friend go ahead with his work.
When Duo finished he helped Quatre up to his feet, and the boy whined in pain and used Duo's arm for support, "Don't worry, it'll hurt for a little while, but you'll get used to it."
"Yeah...right, I'll really get used to part of my leg missing," Quatre pouted sarcastically.
"Wow, so you actually killed those zombies?" Duo asked suddenly.
"Zombies?" Quatre looked at him questioningly, "I think they're a bunch of demented cannibals."
"No, they're walking dead people, just look at 'em," Duo gestured over to them.
"That's nonsense, Duo, zombies aren't real."
Duo sighed and let go of is friend, "You try to walk."
Quatre took a couple painful steps and nodded, "I can walk."
"Yeah, that's good," he smiled then laughed at Quatre's remaining clothing.
"What's so funny?" Quatre put his hands on his sides angrily then looked down, "Ok so I look like a male prostitute with attitude," he shook his head trying not to laugh.
"Exactly what I thought," duo giggled and made his way back to the place where he had left his suitcase and shotgun before he heard the shooting, "I think we're about ready for anything now."
Quatre smiled, "Yeah, I have like eight guns on me alone, and that shotgun of yours looks brutal."
"Yeah, but I haven't used it yet," he frowned, "I shoulda did some target practice on those mutts back there,' he gestured outside.
"Mutts?" Quatre looked at him confused, "You're not talking about Heero-'
"No, real dogs, evil looking things too, they about ate my ass," He gave his friend a little help up the stairs.
"Oh, so what are we going to do now?" the Arabian boy asked.
Duo shrugged, "We can go back to the car and wait for the others to come running out with a bazillion zombies and dogs after em."
"No, we have to do something," Quatre frowned; I know I'm going to regret those words.
"It's up to you buddy boy, your call, why don't we check this place for some first aid."
Quatre's stomach did a full flip at the thought of what other monsters lurked in this building, "Ummm...you sure?"
"Well would you rather get some proper treatment faster?"
"Yeah...but Duo, there might be more of those cannibal people."
"They're zombies."
"Whatever."
"Well, look at us, we're a two man army, we'll kick some ass working together," Duo smiled raising the shotgun over his head.
Quatre smiled, "Yeah...right, a two person army when there's a countless zombie army."
"Well we have a decent amount of bullets, I hope, we'll win somehow." he picked his friend up and held him over his shoulder and walked back up the stairs.
"Ow, I could have walked," Quatre complained.
"Yeah, you would have made it up these steps after an hour," Duo said setting Quatre back down when he got to the top of the steps.
"Oh well," the blond boy sighed.
They walked back into the dark room, Duo went to the office and grabbed the flashlight from where he left it, and handed it to Quatre who limped after him.
Quatre shined the light around and stopped when he found something greatly needed on the wall, "Go figure...." he walked over to a set of light switches and turned them all on.
"...And there was light!" Duo cried out sarcastically as they room lit up, he began searching some lockers, "Hey, Quatre, get a load of this!" he shouted holding up a magazine, "Nudey mag," he smiled.
Quatre smiled slightly, "I wouldn't touch another mans pornography magazine if I were you."
Duo looked at him confused, "Why the hell not?"
Quatre sweatdroped, "Imagine what he was doing while reading it..."
Duo dropped the magazine and almost gagged, "You are sick, you know that right?"
The blond boy pouted, "It probably belonged to a sex deprived officer who was about to retire."
"Oh that is just gross, shut up about it, I've learned my lesson you don't gotta rub it in," Duo whined.
"Hey, I didn't touch it."
"How would you know what the dude was doing when lookin' at it?" Duo gave him a questioning look.
"Well, why else would you buy it?" Quatre grinned.
"I bet you have a huge stack by your bed..." Duo muttered to himself, "It's not like I go out and buy porn, I don't need it."
"You know, you can really learn to not think aloud," Quatre sighed.
"I'm not the sex deprived teenager..." Duo smiled jokingly.
"No, but I know who is," Quatre smirked.
"Who?" Duo asked.
"I'm not telling because you think that I'm sex deprived teen," he turned away from Duo whistling.
"Dammit, okay, fine, you're not sex deprived," Duo felt like begging to know.
"Well, lemme see, hmmm..."
"Relina?"
"No."
"Wufei?"
"No."
"Trowa?"
"No."
"Then who?" Duo whined.
"I'd rather not say..." Quatre sighed and walked to a bookshelf, using a chair to stand on and get a box.
"I'll do anything, just tell me." Duo begged.
"Anything? Touch that magazine again and I'll tell you." Quatre smirked.
"Hell no!" Duo made a face.
"Okay, kill ten zombies and I'll tell you."
Duo smiled, "That's no problem, do zombie dogs count?"
Quatre thought a moment, "I guess so," he opened the box bringing out about ten unopened envelopes.
Duo opened one up and smiled, "More nudey mags!"
"Oh god, did I make a mistake," Quatre sweatdropped.
"These haven't had geezer hands on 'em either so you can't make me sick!" Duo laughed, "Wow, this is sweet, and they're free."
"You can't keep them, you know, we have to leave them," Quatre said trying to spoil his fun.
"No, I wont leave these behind." Duo whined skimming through the pages, "Hey, look at this chick Q-ball." he pushed the magazine into his friends view.
Quatre eyed the picture, "Can't we be more serious about this?" he asked taking the magazine from Dup and looking through it.
"Why be serious?" Duo asked opening another envelope, "I'd rather die a happy man."
"Well, I guess if we are going to be eaten by cana-"
"Zombies."
"Zombies we can enjoy these for a little while," Quatre sat down in a chair and relaxed, "Oh, by the way, Duo, don't ever call me Q-ball again, I may have to decapitate you."
Duo frowned, "You didn't like it?"
"No."
"Oh."
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TBC~ ha ha, well I was kind of havening fun towards the end I figured a little humor would lighten things up a bit ^_^
