Quatre sat at a desk in an office upstairs, after going through a locker room and killing seven zombies they managed to get here without another scratch. Skimming though files half heartedly, his mind continued to race back to what had happened earlier down stairs when they were looking at porn . . .
Flashback
Quatre's heart pained him suddenly as he looked through a magazine, "H-Heero!" he shot up.
Duo looked at him, his eyes wide, "Quatre, what's wrong?"
Quatre two tear drops fell to the table as he closed his eyes, "Duo, we need to get back on track . . . " his voice shook but he quickly regained himself, "We'll do a search. We need weapons, first-aid and information. Those are our first priorities right now, of course if there's any survivors we'll rescue them, that's why we're here, right? But we've got to be prepared, communication devices are important, so walky-talkies, radios, transmitters, those are a must," Quatre explained.
Duo blinked a little confused at the sudden change in his friend's mood, "So . . . "
"So what?" Quatre sat back down.
"So what are we going to put all this shit in?" Duo sat up.
"Sounds like you're doubting me, but anyways, you air head, you have a suitcase, but there's also a box of R.P.D. duffle bags down here, they're cheap, but they'll get the job done," he tosses Duo two.
Duo sweatdrops, "Talkin' about cheap . . . " they were folded up into small airtight bags, he stuck both of them into his suitcase.
Quatre stuck a couple in his pocket and nodded toward a door they had yet to go through.
End of Flashback
Quatre went through several file cabinets and stacks of news papers, "Everything is so outdated . . . " he sat down with the most recent stack of documents he could find, "Hmmm . . . " he combed through.
Duo sat at a desk going though drawers. So far he had found four magnums, a whole box of brand-new walky-talkies and two first aids, you finding much Quatre?"
Quatre nodded, "I believe I have. It seems that the Umbrella corporation had been funding this city not too long before some mysterious cannibal killings occurred. They even built a mansion not too far away."
Duo picked up a guitar and played a couple chords, "Umbrella? But what would they want with a city like this?"
Quatre smiled, "As you know the Winner corporation and Umbrella have been competing in business for forever. My father always had a hunch that they were doing illegal experiments, so my guess is that this city is an experiment gone bad."
"Holy shit," Duo blinked and set the guitar down.
"My guess is that they needed an easily well bought city, Racoons Mayor probably sold them out, they made him an offer he couldn't refuse, it most likely involved winning the next election and a large sum of money. So along with the city they bought out the police department, things were probably going right as planned, so they built a lab-the mansion of course, that probably went well for a while, until something went terribly wrong. After careful consideration, I believe that lab fell victim to this cannibal or zombie infection, knowing Umbrella, they would never let any of their experiments escape for too long, so that's why I think they all fell victim. Anyways, after a while they grew hungry, so the zombies wandered the forests picking off animals and occasional hitch hikers or passerbys. The city sent out a few squads to dispose of the problem, but they were probably unsuccessful. Eventually the city fell, and my guess, it fell in one night, when they were most vulnerable, first one house, then another, then a couple more . . . then everyone," Quatre's voice grew quiet.
Duo was practically shaking, "So . . . do you think there's any survivors?"
Quatre looked down, "Honestly, I don't think there is. What I felt before was real, but I think I mistook the suffering of the souls of the living dead for people who needed help . . . how could I have known?"
Duo sighed, "There was no way, who would have guessed we would have found zombies here?"
Quatre nodded, "What are we going to do now?"
Duo shrugged, "Get out of here A.S.A.P.?"
I guess that's our only real choice, but we have to find the guys first, and to do that we have got to be prepared," Quatre sighed.
Duo nodded, "So we stock up?"
"Precisely," Quatre stood up and walked to a locker, "We've got to find more weapons, we'll go back to that locker and storage room, now that the zombies are cleared out there we can check those lockers that said explosives on them. Easy enough for you Duo?" he pulled a grenade launcher, "Holy shit . . . "
Duo's mouth dropped, "No fair, I thought I had the coolest weapon."
Quatre smiled, "No time for arguments, we'll meet at the fountain in ten minutes. You go downstairs and empty those lockers, I'll see what I can find um here," Quatre opens one of the duffle bags, "Hand over some first aid . . . "
Duo blinked, "We-we're splitting up?"
Quatre looked over at him, "Ten minutes, that's all Duo, it'll be all right, we have walky-talkies now right? If anything happens call me or send a static signal, and I'll come to back you up."
Duo sighed, and handed him one with a couple first aid sprays, "I still don't think this is a good idea . . . "
"Testing . . . Testing . . . 123 . . . " Quatre tested his walky-talky real quick.
Duo switched on his.
"Testing 123," Quatre talked into his again and it came in through Duo's.
"Roger that, over and out," Duo smiled as he talked into his.
Quatre smiled, "They work fine, don't worry Duo, everything will be all right, now let's get going."
They walked back out into the hallway.
Quatre smiled, "Ten minutes, at the fountain," he repeated.
Duo nodded, "You can count on me, he gave a half-hearted smile as he walked off.
Quatre watched as his friend made it through a door at the end of the hallway, "hmmm . . . " he turned around and walked to the corner, he wasn't surprised to hear the sound of something munching on something so he quickly took out his gun and crept around the corner.
A large man stood over a freshly killed young lady, his huge trench coat hid his devouring.
Quatre's heart stopped, that lady must have been killed within the hour he guessed, his gun shook in his hand, but he still managed a clear shot to the back of the mans head.
The man roared and stood up facing him, he wasn't human, or at least anymore, his face seemed pieced together, and his sharp teeth and gums were exposed and dripping with fresh blood.
Quatre didn't hesitate, he fired a second shot into its head and took off, "Fuck! Duo run!"
The thing was gaining on him! Less then 10 feet and closing in.
Quatre slung open the door, "Duo run!" he screamed, "Fuck!" he slammed the door but the monster snatched it open, Quatre took off down the hall.
Duo wasn't even half way down the stairs as he heard Quatre's screaming, "What's going on?"
"Fucking run!" Quatre screamed as he leaped over the rail landing hard on the first floor, he hissed in pain as he felt the bandages on his calf dampen.
The monster roared as it came to the rail, "Stars!"
Duo screamed, "Shit!" he jumped over the last flight for stairs and took off after Quatre.
The monster jumped over the 2nd floor railing as Quatre had, landing with a loud thud he bolted after them still gaining on them.
Quatre opened the locker room door and held it open just long enough to let Duo through and slammed it.
Duo did the same for Quatre as they went through the second door to the room where they found all the porn. Buy then the monster had just opened the 1st door. They both ran behind the desks.
"Grenade launcher!" Duo screamed as he took out his shot gun.
Quatre was already taking aim.
Suddenly the door crashed open and as soon as the monster was in sight Duo and Quatre let him have it. After five rounds from both the monster went down hard.
Duo looked at Quatre, "what the hell is that?"
Quatre panted, "I don't know . . . " as the adrenalin left him so did the strength in his leg, "Ah . . . " he crashed down.
Duo kneeled down by him, "Oh my God, Quatre . . . " his eyes trailed over his bloody leg, he was about to re wrap it when the familiar sound of the monster met his ears, "Hell no . . . " he took Quatre's grenade launcher and stood up, "Die asshole!" he let out 10 grenades one after another.
The monster went down a second time, and Duo quickly picked up Quatre, "We better get going before Mr. Ugly tries to wake up again."
"Yeah really . . . I guess we can forget the explosives for now . . . " Quatre leaned against him.
"Yeah . . . but we'll need them so I'll get them after I tend to your leg . . . " Duo carried him out of the room and down the stairs.
"I think I broke it . . . " Quatre sighs.
Duo looked at him, "Don't say that," he set Quatre down on the ledge of the fountain and took off his bandages, "Amazing how you ran on this, and faster then me too!"
Quatre sweatdropped, "I guess you're capable of anything when your life's at stake."
"We should have bandaged this properly earlier, but I guess now's as good as any . . . it's not broken, that's for sure, but I think you jammed your knee," he took out an ice pack and put it on Quatre's knee and sprayed some first-aid spray on his calf.
"Ah! Fuck that burns!" Quatre yelled.
Duo sighed, "Sorry . . . " he bandaged it, "I'll go get those explosives, you rest here where it's safe."
Quatre nodded, "hurry."
Duo smiled, "I'll be back in ten minutes."
TBC. That wasn't so bad. We'll be back with Trowa and Wufei in the next chap, enjoy!
