Apocalyptic

(Scene 1)

Leon's jaw dropped and the blonde stared for a few moments at the woman his age who had hit an infected harder than he had ever thought possible for someone her size. The woman had casually picked up a discarded pipe from the ground and swung it into an infected's skull a few moments earlier with a truckload of force despite her thin and particularly slim size, and Leon had never seen anything like it before.

The woman brushed her blood splattered black bangs from her face and looked at him, blue eyes sharp and piercing like a knife, as if she was analyzing him from head to toe. "Chemist here, Lesa [leader] do you copy?" She continued a moment later, "I found him alright, bordering Shady Shores' boundaries. Seems to be unscathed, but Tinker and Cloud are going to have to take a look at him to make sure he isn't infected and if he is they're going to have to give him some Zirusa while I recover the rest of my stock of the cure." She stood there for a few seconds, completely unfazed by the rather bloodstained pipe she was holding in one hand and Leon's gawking gaze.

What were the chances that out of all the people to be rescued by in the world it just had to be a very beautiful woman, Leon really was cursed. He even knew this particular woman, or at least he used to. She was nicknamed 'The Chemist' by those stuck in the Ruxburgian Zone, known as one of the only noninfected scientists in the entire zone and worked alongside a survivor group on occasion otherwise she took things into her own hands. But Leon had known her before the outbreak, Cynthia Lawson, the woman whose mind was hardwired for chemicals and science with an immunity to almost every illness in the world created by herself. Not only that but he had known her as a good friend for a year and a half until he had completely screwed over their friendship and the scientist had disappeared off of the surface of the earth until he had heard about the convention going on about a group of scientists banding together and collaborating. It was rumored that the outbreak had started there before the scientists had been quarantined for sixteen days while the infection spread everywhere. Cynthia and two other scientists had been the only scientists to escape the scene alive, and they all had vanished until rumors of the nicknamed "Chemist, Inventor, and doctor" starting spreading like wildfire throughout the quarantined city zone.

"Affirmative, I'll bring him back to the Treehouse," Cynthia spoke into the earpiece she had in one ear, her blue eyes trailing around her surroundings and briefly looking Leon up and down in a slightly lazy fashion.

Oh, and did he mention that the scientist in front of him had a decent reputation of not getting along well with others? It was rare for her to work alongside anyone for longer than a few days at a time. I'm glad she's alive, Leon quietly admitted to himself, but I wish anyone else could've rescued me, I never wanted to meet her again in this kind of situation. Especially since Isa's sick and I need the Lightning's help in finding her.

"Come on," Cynthia gestured to Leon and dropped the pipe back onto the ground, "we're heading to the Treehouse, I have other work to do."

Another rumored codename, Leon had heard that 'the Treehouse' was really just the Lightning's base, located in an older building with thirteen floors half above ground half below ground, and had the only domed roof in a sixty-mile radius. Leon nodded and pushed himself to his feet, intending to follow her.

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(Scene 2)

"I have to," Cynthia murmured as she looked at the infected and partially turned Isa in the isolation unit, "she's important to one of our own."

Bree looked at her, her amber eyes tired, "Leonardo right?" The brunette then lightly shook her head in disbelief when Cynthia nodded slowly, "I can not believe you'd do this just for him. The guy literally cheated on you at one point and flat out screwed up your friendship with him." Bree sighed and looked at her, "you're going to risk your life just to force the cure into the woman Leon cheated on you with years ago Cynthia. What happens if you don't make it out of there? Then how are we going to produce the cure?"

Cynthia lightly touched Bree's shoulder, "you will," she responded with a shrug, "you've seen my research, you can do it if I don't make it out of that isolation tank alive. Just promise me that if I do turn you'll make sure Leon's not watching when either you or Jay finish me off okay?"

Bree sighed heavily, "I promise," the scientist sighed, "I'll make sure I'll end it for you if you do turn."

Cynthia's lips quirked into a slight smile, "you always have been the smart one out of you, Jay, and I."

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Cynthia took a deep breath and picked up the device that would give Isa the cure before inserting the small vial that contained the cure in a concentrated form that would turn Isa back and expel the infection. Stripping off her jacket, shoes, and weapons the black haired scientist tucked a few other spare vials into her back pocket before stepping into the glass secondary area of the isolation area and nodded to Bree, giving a thumbs up to release Isa. Cynthia was taking a deadly risk, if she couldn't give Isa the cure and antidote fast enough Isa could easily attack her and kill her, leaving the rest of the survivor group without the tools to continue making the cure.

Leon watched nervously, his amber eyes fixed on both of the women in the isolation areas. He had no idea what was going to happen and could only hope for the best.
Bree hesitantly pressed the button and the thick door retracted into the ceiling, leaving Cynthia vulnerable to Isa attacking her.
And hardly a moment later the back of Cynthia's head smashed into the glass behind her hard enough that the scientist seemed to black out as Isa tackled her snarling in the typical infected fashion.

Leon's eyes widened, "no! Get her out of there!" He said and nobody moved, unable to help Cynthia without potentially killing them both and definitely Isa. Leon's amber eyes were fixated on Cynthia and Isa in a horrified fashion, staring as Cynthia slumped to the floor before regaining consciousness as Isa pounced on her. "StarClan no! I didn't want her to get hurt!" He said in a thick tone as Cynthia contorted, with a partial infected tearing into the side of her neck there was no way Cynthia was going to escape the experience unscathed. Cynthia was going to die trying to help him get Isa back. "Cynthia!" The blonde wailed as part of their view of the isolation area was obscured by a large amount of blood being splattered against the glass, "Cynthia!"

Bree and Jay remained motionless, both of them staring at the isolation area both like they were hoping for a miracle and they were both about to puke and were sick to their stomachs.

Leon was shaking, his amber eyes round with shock and horror, and Holly was standing next to him, her expression unreadable as per usual. "Isa killed her…" The blonde breathed in a thick voice, "Oh StarClan, Isa killed Cynthia…"

Then they saw something, Isa, perfectly normal, stumbled back into their view and collapsed passing out on the spot. There wasn't any sign of Cynthia though, Cynthia hadn't gotten up.

Leon wanted to cry, his selfish words had made Cynthia do this, she had gotten herself killed because of his stupid request and his idiocy of blowing up at her about how she should've saved Isa when she could have before Isa had turned…

Then Cynthia came into view near the exit of the isolation area as she stumbled over there, her shirt was drenched with her own blood and blood bubbled at her lips along with a blueish foam. She had the injector pressed against her wrist, the needle under the skin of her right wrist, and she seemed to have managed to inject herself with something or other. Cynthia's glassy blue eyes focused blurrily on Leon and she spoke two slurred words, "she's cured," before her eyes slid shut and the scientist fell. She attempted to keep herself upright by putting out her arms to catch herself, but it didn't work and the scientist's arms crumpled, sending her to the floor drenched in her own blood with traces of blue and pink foam on her shirt and lips.

Leon dropped everything and ran toward the isolation area, practically unable to hear anything with his tunnel focus as he slammed one hand on the release button and ran into the isolation area before he knelt down hard on the floor and tested for Cynthia's pulse and found one. He wanted to cry in relief, Cynthia was alive, Great StarClan she was alive. Blood was still spreading around Cynthia's neck though, tinted a pinkish color with green strands, traces of infected saliva mixing with her blood. But before his eyes, the green strands faded and vanished and the pinkish hue to the blood faded as well. The bleeding slowed dramatically, and Leon watched as blood stopped bubbling at Cynthia's lips and the blue foam disappeared. Leon gently lifted Cynthia up and held her to his body, holding the blood-soaked scientist close to him and rambling things into her blood sticky black hair while she remained unconscious and out cold.

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"Cynthia's clever," Jay admitted with a light shake of the head as he took his stethoscope and rested it around his neck, "she's going to be on the weaker side for a week while her neck heals properly and she recovers from losing that much blood. Her breathing stopped briefly earlier but I think it's from how much blood she had lost before the chemical mixture she had given herself kicked in," he told Leon, Bree, and Holly. "Quite frankly Cynthia's supposed to be dead. She lost easily a liter of blood."

"Then how is she alive?" Leon asked, "I'm not unhappy she survived but if she lost that much blood how did she make it?"

"Cynthia has some kind of advanced healing chemical slurry, it's experimental," Bree explained, "but it's supposed to increase the speed that blood cells are made so that no matter how long someone is bleeding and they have in their system they won't bleed out. It also creates oxygen and forces it into the lungs, forcing whoever had taken it to breathe and keep them alive. It hasn't been tested on by anyone but Cynthia, but I'm sure she knew something like this was going to happen and needed something to protect herself."

"That explains the massive amounts of blood in the isolation area."

I was bored last night and have just watched a gameplay of "Dying Light" so I made this :P It's short but it's a drabble and these are particularly easy to write!

I think I'm going to make another story that contains random drabbles from these worlds, it's gonna be called Warriors Human Short Stories Drabbles I think and I'm going to start uploading random daily drabbles, whatever I come up with involving all of the worlds featured here and more, there. I feel bad for not having a chapter uploaded per day because I want to have that, but I'm struggling with that with how my chapters are averaging 11 pages now and it's really difficult to find enough uninterrupted time for me to write a chapter start to finish without staying up till five in the morning. Not to mention I'm working on a book for my Senior Project (a story with a similar plot line to Flashes vs the Dark Blades) and the end of the school year is coming up. I'm sorry about the delay between chapters but I do think I'm going to make that drabble one, that will be fun and easier than writing these :D Not that I don't enjoy these cause I do, they just take a while :P

Drabble #2

Stuck In Her Own Bubble

People told Brittany her sister was crazy, it wasn't a hidden fact that most of the adults and kids around the neighborhood believed her sister was clinically insane and anti-people. But Brittany didn't think so, she thought her twin sister was perfect the way she was. Even though Bree rarely spoke a word to anyone, besides her two pets, often times acted like she didn't register other people around her, preferred to goof off in more childish ways than ways a typical teenager would, and hated sharing and working with other people, Brittany still believed in her. Sometimes she wondered if she was the only one who did, their mother babied Bree like she was fragile, their brother didn't know how to treat her, and their father tried to understand how to help her. But at the same time she knew she wasn't the only one, Cynthia and Holly, two of Bree's close friends, cared deeply about Brittany's goofy sister and she knew it. However, that didn't make beginning high school at a different school any easier. Especially when they all found out about how Bree was going to have another student practically shadowing her.

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"Brittany, we're here," Ben roughly shook his sister, amber eyes shining with excitement. Ben would have no issues settling into the new boarding school, which in of itself was a change of scenery for the group of siblings. "Come on you two, we've only got an hour till that assembly thing and I want to meet up with Tyler and Leon."

Brittany had to restrain from rolling her eyes at her brother's chatter, Tyler was a terrible influence on her brother, a chatterbox, loud mouth, and a guy with a relatively dirty mind. "We get it Ben, why don't you get your duffel out of the way of my feet," she lightly kicked the bag at her feet, "and we'll meet you in the dorm?"

Ben stuck his tongue out, scooped up his bag, and darted off, leaving his two sisters alone and allowing Brittany to relax.

Brittany turned toward her sister, taking a good look to help evaluate her mood before actually talking to her.

Bree was sitting in the back seat with her legs crossed and idly staring out one of the windows, her amber eyes unfocused as if lost in her own thoughts, which was a normal occurrence for her actually. Blissie, Bree's service chocolate lab was lying on the seat next to her with her head resting on Bree's leg, and Bree's cat Lion was curled up on the other seat, Bree's fingers gently stroking his thick golden tabby fur. Bree herself was wearing knee-length denim shorts, white tennis shoes, a pullover hoodie with a large sun on the front pockets over a light orange t-shirt, and she had Blissie's leash draped around her neck. She was leaning back in her seat, one hand stroking Lion's thick fur while she had the other tucked behind her neck so that she was leaning her head back against her arm, spaced out and thinking about something or other.

After debating about it for a moment Brittany addressed the dog instead of Bree, telling the dog what Bree needed to do so as not to disturb her sister's thought process. "Blissie, we gotta get going so that Skylar," she smiled kindly at her friends' mom who had driven them here, "can get going."

Blissie nodded, understanding Brittany's words from a device Bree had built that allowed her to understand long conversations of human speech. She nudged Bree's arm, reigning in the brunette's long gone thoughts just enough to make sure she was acknowledging the world around her.

Bree glanced over at the dog, then at her sister, and then Skylar before she actually moved and got up, standing up and pointing for Blissie to exit before her.

Blissie refused and Bree waited for a second before she got out of the car and stretched, lifting her arms above her head and walking forward, letting Blissie's leash slip from around her shoulders and neck to drop onto the ground.