Disclaimer: Once again, I do not own Teen Titans, or Dawn of the Dead for that matter.
I was really pleased to find that people actually enjoyed my story. To be quite honest, I have always been just a little unsure of myself when it came to my writing. Thanks for the reviews, and now, Chapter 2!
Outbreak
Robin stumbled slightly as he ran towards the doors. He had to get away, this plan was not going the way it should be. In fact, his whole situation was quickly getting worse. He tried not to think about what he was running from, what he heard behind him, he just focused on those doors.
In a split second, Robin jumped through the double doors, then quickly turned around and wedged his staff into both the handles, effectively locking them. For the moment at least…
As soon as he had taken his hands away, the door gave an extremely violent shake. Robin held his breath, but relaxed slightly when he saw that the makeshift lock had worked. He didn't allow himself much time for breath however, for the door continued to shake and jump violently, and with each blow, Robin's staff bent more and more.
He turned around to survey his surroundings. Robin had no idea what building he had ran into, and the room he was in gave him no new insight. He saw a reception desk, and two hallways, one on the right and one on the left. Other wards, the room had no distinct features, except for the fact that it was in major disarray. No doubt everyone had cleared out in a hurry.
The door gave another huge bang behind him, and the staff bent dangerously. Snapping to his senses, Robin quickly took the left hallway, hoping that it would lead to a staircase. He had no idea where he was going. All he knew is that he had to get off the first floor, because the undead would no doubt soon be filling it up.
The sounds of banging and nails on steel followed Robin down the hallway. 'That door wont hold much longer…I have to find a way to escape' He then arrived at a room with a pair of elevators, and a door on the far right wall that clearly read 'stairs'. Running up to the door, Robin pushed it open, and then froze as a crash rang down the halls.
Suddenly the floors began to vibrate, and at first Robin thought that an earthquake had come to make his predicament even worse. But much to his dismay, Robin realized that it was the many footsteps of the dead, tearing their way towards him.
"SHIT!" Robin yelled aloud, and quickly started up the stairs as quick as his legs could carry him. One floor…two floors…three, four, five, six. Around in circles he ran with the enemy hot on his tail. He was running out of breath. His vision was beginning to haze as his body screamed for him to stop. But the sounds of shrieks and hungry howls behind him kept him going.
As Robin came to the top of another flight, he quickly looked to the top of the door. It read 50. "Jeezus, how big is this damn building?!" he yelled angrily as he continued to run up the stairs. 'I can't keep doing this…' he thought, breathing heavily. His legs felt like rubber, and his speed was slowing down considerably. And from the sounds of it, they were gaining.
Finally he reached the roof. Rushing into the door, Robin burst out into sunlight. Heaving with exertion, he slammed the door shut, and then in one fluid motion threw a barrage of freeze disks at it. The door was quickly covered in a sizeable layer of ice, and Robin fell to his knees.
His chest felt as if it were about to collapse and his muscles throbbed painfully. He breathed in deep and exhaled. Casting a long gaze around the roof, Robins heart fell even more (if that were at all possible) as he realized he had ran himself into yet another dead end. The roof was completely empty, there was nothing, and even worse, there were no other rooftops in the vicinity. On many different occasions, Robin had pursued villains from roof to roof, and he was hoping he could use this skill to aid his escape. Fait, it seems, has a funny sense of humor.
THUD! Robin jumped. THUD! THUD! Small cracks began to spread slowly across the ice sheet covering the door.
"WHAT THE HELL! GIVE ME A FUCKING BREAK!" Robin yelled in rage at no one in particular. The door thudded again in response. The cracks slowly deepened, criss-crossing in elaborate patterns.
Robin backed up slowly, keeping his eyes on the door. If this was his time, he was going to go on his feet, fighting until the very end. He surveyed the scenery, and took notice of every little detail. The way the sun looked in the dying mist, the breeze on his face. Then he took stance and focused on the door. His breath was staggered and his legs shook slightly from fear, but he scolded himself. 'Brave until the end' he chanted in his head.
And then the door exploded.
The horrible monsters flooded out onto the roof, noses flaring with the scent of live flesh, mouths open in anticipation. And Robin gave a final prayer.
The first one rushed at him, and robin dived to the left right before it reached him. While frighteningly fast, the zombies weren't very quick to change direction, and it went flying off the edge of the building. 'One down'.
Next a group came at him. Robin jumped up into the air and came crashing down on one of there heads. He heard a sickening crunch as his steel boots crushed its skull. 'That's two'. Then ducking down low, he swept his leg in a wide ark, causing others to fall down. Standing back up, Robin gave a graceful flip into the center of the oncoming horde.
He landed behind one, and grabbing it by the shoulders, swung it around in a wide circle, knocking many of them off the edge of the roof. Robin let go of the zombie and it flew towards the door, knocking over the still continuous stream coming for him.
One came and grabbed him from behind, clamping its arms around his neck. It bent its head down to rip at his flesh. Robin quickly jumped and brought his feet up, and used his momentum to flip over the zombie's grasp and land on top of its head. He stood on top of it for a split second, and then pushed with tremendous effort, sending the zombie down, and Robin up.
The world seemed to move in slow motion as he flew into the air. He could see the roof, full of the undead, their arms raised in his direction.
Reaching into his utility belt, Robin drew a handful of explosive disks. He was reaching the height of his jump, and gravity was beginning to beckon to him. He closed his eyes.
"GO TO HELL!"
And with that, he threw the disks right into the center of the group. A huge explosion racked the roof, and bodies were sent flying in every direction. The force from the explosion propelled Robin even further into the air, and his world was turned upside down as he sailed over the edge of the building and began to fall.
'This is it…guys…im sorry…'.
Suddenly he stopped. Robin opened his eyes, and too his surprise, he saw Starfire's face. She had him in her arms, much like a groom would carry his bride into their new home.
"Starfire?" he asked in surprise.
"Do not worry Robin. I am taking you home. The others are waiting for us…it will be okay." She looked on the verge of tears. He wondered why, but could only imagine how he must look.
Robin saw the Tower approaching, and for the first time that day felt relief. As they began there decent towards the door, Robin could see his other three teammates holding off a wave of zombies.
"Hurry up Star! More of those bastards are on the way!" shouted Cyborg as he directed another blast into the group.
Starfire swiftly flew threw the door with Robin in her arms. Beast Boy quickly followed, and Raven and Cyborg both dived through the door at the same time. Cyborg quickly got to his feet and typed in some numbers on the panel by the doorway.
The door slid to a heavy shut, and a chime was heard. "Lock down" Cyborg said in a heavy voice, and then heaved a huge sigh. They began to hear thuds on the outside of the door. Everyone shifted a little uneasily.
"Don't worry guys, I built this security system myself, there's no way in hell that anything is getting in here."
"Dude, don't you watch the movies!? They always find a way in!! We're sitting ducks in here!! THEYRE GONNA GET IN! IT'S JUST A MATTER OF TIME!"
"Beast Boy…shut up. The last thing we need is a panic." Stated Raven in a steady and firm voice.
Robin walked away from the fight that was beginning to commence, he needed to think.
He entered the living room, and immediately fell onto the huge couch. His muscles, especially his legs, were throbbing in agony. He had just sat down when already Cyborg took a seat next to him.
"You look like hell man."
"Thanks for the update" Robin replied in a sarcastic voice, grinning at the same time. He didn't give a shit how he looked, he was just happy to be alive.
Cyborg smiled back. "You had us real worried man. To be honest, I didn't think you would make it."
"That makes two of us." His eyes were beginning to feel heavy. He was finding it real hard to stay alert after having no sleep and going through this ordeal. "Any idea what's happening out there?" Robin finally asked.
"If I had to guess, I would say it's some kind of outbreak…a virus of some type, but without a sample there's no way to be sure. Then again, if it is a virus, keeping a sample in the tower might be just as dangerous as trying to obtain one."
"I see…" said Robin. His head was beginning to droop, and his thoughts were beginning to merge into a jumble. "Then I guess we will be safe in here…just make sure…they don't-".
And sleep finally found Robin.
Cyborg got up. "Don't worry man…We'll get through this, I know it."
Cyborg left the room. They would need to formulate a plan if there was any chance of them making it out of this alive. But for now, they all needed to rest.
As night fell, the Titans all slept in the living room. Beast Boy was curled in a corner as a dog, his leg shaking as he whimpered in some kind of dream. Cyborg slept on the floor in the corner, and Starfire laid a few feet to his left.
Raven however was awake on the other end of the couch from Robin. She stared at the ceiling. Troubled thoughts still engulfed her mind. She was usually right about her feelings, and something told her that there problems were just beginning.
It was hours until she finally drifted away. The tower was silent in the night, except for the occasional thud that would reverberate down the hallway from the door.
Whew, and that's the end of the second chapter. Im not entirely sure what is going to happen in this story, Ill try not to kill anyone off, but I can't make any promises. Oh yeah, I am aware that the Tower is on an island, but just use your imaginations on how the zombies got there. They probably used the same route that the t-car uses…Please Review!