Fatal Cross part 4
A rumble of thunder jerked Ben from his sleep. The rain fell heavily against the window set beside the bed, the glass dripped water onto the floor below. Ben sighed deeply before looking at Amy. She was still asleep, her arm dangling off the side of the bed and resting lightly on the butt of her rifle. A few stray strands of hair hung loosely on her face, held down by the cold sweat that drenched her forehead. Outside the sound of the undead monsters that had apparently overrun the city met Bens ears, and their moans at their apparent displeasure at the miserable weather. Ben shifted on the bed slightly and looked out of the window. A set of stairs ran up the side of the building leading to the roof three storeys above. In the alley below, an endless stream of zombies lumbered around searching for a new meal, their slow steps filled the air with light shuffling sounds, silenced only by the occasionally rumble of thunder. Ben yawned and lay back down, shutting his eyes slowly. A gunshot woke him suddenly and he sat up and scrambled to the window. In the alley a figure stood by a doorway with a handgun in their hand. Ben blinked before grabbing Amy's rifle and opening the window. Another shot sounded, this one louder than the last, and Ben recognised the weapon.
"That's a Desert Eagle, I'd recognise them a mile away," Ben thought as he stepped out onto the stairwell. He raised the rifle to eye level and gazed through it. The figure fired another shot, illuminating his face. Ben nearly dropped the rifle at the sight he saw.
"That was... No, it can't be, can it?" Ben thought. He blinked before looking back through the scope. The figure fired off the last five rounds in the weapons clip at a nearby group of zombies, spraying the wet walls with blood. As the empty clip clattered to the floor, the last four zombies surged forward towards their new target. Ben took aim at one of the monsters and squeezed the trigger. His shoulder jolted backwards as the round tore its way through the zombies head, the force of the bullet blowing its skull clean off of its shoulders. Ben cocked the hammer back and fired again, taking another zombie down. The figure stopped reloading the weapon and looked around for the source of the gunfire as another round tore its way through another zombie, its body slumping forward from the force. Ben slipped the last round into the chamber and squeezed the trigger. The last zombie fell to the ground as Ben lowered the rifle slowly. The figure waved to him before running over to the ladder below him and began clambering up it. Ben stepped back in through the window and reached into the back pocket of Amy's backpack and pulled out a handful of bullets for the rifle and slipped them into the weapon before reloading a bullet into the chamber. Lowering the rifle back to the floor next to Amy's hand he pulled out his Desert Eagle and turned back to the window. The echoing footsteps grew louder as Ben waited. The figure clambered slowly in through the window. Ben raised his gun slowly.
"Who are you?" He asked. The figure casually stepped into the light. The sight nearly made Ben drop his gun.
"Cl, Claire? Is that you? But how? I thought you were..."
"Hi Ben. It's been a long time hasn't It?" the voice replied. Claire raised her head and looked at Ben. He stared at her, trying to accept what he was seeing. Claire stood in front of him, a few strands of her hair hanging over her face. The time had taken its toll on her, her shirt was littered with rips, several had blood around them where the cuts below them had been bleeding. Claires' hair now hung behind her in a long, matted ponytail which clearly hadn't been washed for a long time. Ben dropped his gun with a loud clatter and stepped forward. The two of them looked at each other before throwing their arms around each others necks and pulled themselves together into a tight embrace.
"I don't believe this, I can't understand what happened. I, I thought you were gone," Ben said, choking slightly on the tears that had formed in his eyes.
"Neither do I. After that incident I came looking for you. When I got back to the HQ yesterday, you had already left, so I checked the mission list. I saw that you had come here, so I followed you," Claire replied.
"Hehehe, you could've at least had a shower though," Ben joked. Claire laughed.
"You haven't changed, have you Ben," She asked.
"Not since I lost you," Ben started. "I can never let you go, you mean too much to me."
"I know, I feel the same way about you too," Claire answered before kissing him on the cheek. Ben smiled before looking at her.
"You look like you could use some sleep," Ben told her. Claire nodded slightly before turning to look at Amy.
"Looks like the bed's being used," Claire said.
"Yeah. I guess we're gonna have to sleep on the sofa," Ben replied. Claire smiled.
"Just like old times, right Ben?" she said with a smile. He nodded slightly.
"This should bring back a lot of memories" Ben finished. The two of them walked over to the sofa and carefully lay down. Claire rolled over and stretched her arm across his chest.
"Night Honey," Claire said as she closed her eyes slowly.
"Night Babe," Ben replied before slipping off to sleep.
A rumble of thunder jerked Ben from his sleep. The rain fell heavily against the window set beside the bed, the glass dripped water onto the floor below. Ben sighed deeply before looking at Amy. She was still asleep, her arm dangling off the side of the bed and resting lightly on the butt of her rifle. A few stray strands of hair hung loosely on her face, held down by the cold sweat that drenched her forehead. Outside the sound of the undead monsters that had apparently overrun the city met Bens ears, and their moans at their apparent displeasure at the miserable weather. Ben shifted on the bed slightly and looked out of the window. A set of stairs ran up the side of the building leading to the roof three storeys above. In the alley below, an endless stream of zombies lumbered around searching for a new meal, their slow steps filled the air with light shuffling sounds, silenced only by the occasionally rumble of thunder. Ben yawned and lay back down, shutting his eyes slowly. A gunshot woke him suddenly and he sat up and scrambled to the window. In the alley a figure stood by a doorway with a handgun in their hand. Ben blinked before grabbing Amy's rifle and opening the window. Another shot sounded, this one louder than the last, and Ben recognised the weapon.
"That's a Desert Eagle, I'd recognise them a mile away," Ben thought as he stepped out onto the stairwell. He raised the rifle to eye level and gazed through it. The figure fired another shot, illuminating his face. Ben nearly dropped the rifle at the sight he saw.
"That was... No, it can't be, can it?" Ben thought. He blinked before looking back through the scope. The figure fired off the last five rounds in the weapons clip at a nearby group of zombies, spraying the wet walls with blood. As the empty clip clattered to the floor, the last four zombies surged forward towards their new target. Ben took aim at one of the monsters and squeezed the trigger. His shoulder jolted backwards as the round tore its way through the zombies head, the force of the bullet blowing its skull clean off of its shoulders. Ben cocked the hammer back and fired again, taking another zombie down. The figure stopped reloading the weapon and looked around for the source of the gunfire as another round tore its way through another zombie, its body slumping forward from the force. Ben slipped the last round into the chamber and squeezed the trigger. The last zombie fell to the ground as Ben lowered the rifle slowly. The figure waved to him before running over to the ladder below him and began clambering up it. Ben stepped back in through the window and reached into the back pocket of Amy's backpack and pulled out a handful of bullets for the rifle and slipped them into the weapon before reloading a bullet into the chamber. Lowering the rifle back to the floor next to Amy's hand he pulled out his Desert Eagle and turned back to the window. The echoing footsteps grew louder as Ben waited. The figure clambered slowly in through the window. Ben raised his gun slowly.
"Who are you?" He asked. The figure casually stepped into the light. The sight nearly made Ben drop his gun.
"Cl, Claire? Is that you? But how? I thought you were..."
"Hi Ben. It's been a long time hasn't It?" the voice replied. Claire raised her head and looked at Ben. He stared at her, trying to accept what he was seeing. Claire stood in front of him, a few strands of her hair hanging over her face. The time had taken its toll on her, her shirt was littered with rips, several had blood around them where the cuts below them had been bleeding. Claires' hair now hung behind her in a long, matted ponytail which clearly hadn't been washed for a long time. Ben dropped his gun with a loud clatter and stepped forward. The two of them looked at each other before throwing their arms around each others necks and pulled themselves together into a tight embrace.
"I don't believe this, I can't understand what happened. I, I thought you were gone," Ben said, choking slightly on the tears that had formed in his eyes.
"Neither do I. After that incident I came looking for you. When I got back to the HQ yesterday, you had already left, so I checked the mission list. I saw that you had come here, so I followed you," Claire replied.
"Hehehe, you could've at least had a shower though," Ben joked. Claire laughed.
"You haven't changed, have you Ben," She asked.
"Not since I lost you," Ben started. "I can never let you go, you mean too much to me."
"I know, I feel the same way about you too," Claire answered before kissing him on the cheek. Ben smiled before looking at her.
"You look like you could use some sleep," Ben told her. Claire nodded slightly before turning to look at Amy.
"Looks like the bed's being used," Claire said.
"Yeah. I guess we're gonna have to sleep on the sofa," Ben replied. Claire smiled.
"Just like old times, right Ben?" she said with a smile. He nodded slightly.
"This should bring back a lot of memories" Ben finished. The two of them walked over to the sofa and carefully lay down. Claire rolled over and stretched her arm across his chest.
"Night Honey," Claire said as she closed her eyes slowly.
"Night Babe," Ben replied before slipping off to sleep.
