Before reading this chapter, there is a reference to a suicide in the end. Wanted to give a warning about it, even though I don't write detailed about it.

10. No cure

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Shit, shit shit! Danny was sitting on the floor in a auto dealer shop with Halsey lying beside him. He and Frankie had crashed his Jeep when they had tried to get away from the cars chasing them. They had targeted his Jeep more than the van so they had to be the same group of people who had been at the base. Why else would they be so interested in them?

They had managed to grab their hazmat gear before the two remaining cars reached them. Running quickly away from the line of sight, they had then geared up. Wasn't easy to maneuver around in a suit and a oxygen tank on your back, but they couldn't take any risks. Risk of being exposed to the virus. Not only were they running away from a gang with guns, they were also trying to avoid getting infected.

But in the end what good did it do? Frankie was shot in the arm, through and through. As they had taken cover in the auto shop, sitting behind the desk, Frankie was bleeding. It was getting hot inside the suits and Frankie had taken his mask off, completely forgetting that they hadn't checked the shop for infected people. Stupid mistake, he thought.

Glancing quickly around them, trying not to blow their cover in case the hostiles were closing in on them. He didn't see anything suspicious. But then he heard Frankie's voice.

"Danny.."

Seeing that he was pointing to an office in front of him. Shifting just a little he could see the there was a body inside there. Lying behind the desk. Sighing to himself, he could see there was a lot of blood on the person's face. Was that how death looked like? There wasn't much he knew, but the Red Flu wasn't called red without a reason..

"The bleeding has stopped." He attended to the wound on Frankie's arm as he studied his friend. He had a look on his face, a look of a dead man.

"Don't give up, not yet." He said to him, even though he knew there was no cure. God, why had he taken off his mask? He should have known better.

"Just go and leave me be." Frankie met his gaze.

"We've been through thick and thin. I'm not leaving you." He said a touch of anger in his voice. How could he think he would leave him behind?

Hearing a chuckle from Frankie. "Remember when things were normal?"

"Just a week ago we were discussing completely normal things back home." Hearing Frankie continue on.

"So you got a date yet?" Frankie had come to the doorway to Danny's room while he was lying on his bed looking at his phone. "Actually yeah." He heard him reply and he had this weird look on his face.

"Who's the lucky girl?" He looked at him. "The one from the ship.." was his reply and he knew who it was. A certain Lieutenant, but he had to ask "The one you have a crush on?" He gave a look at Danny with a smirk on his face.

"I don't have a crush.." Seeing that he got up to sit on the edge of the bed and tried to finish his sentence. "You like her, admit it." He interrupted him.

"She's cute." He heard him say. Hah, just cute? The man had been going on and on about this sexy brunette, so there was definitely more to the case than her being just cute.

"So you wondering if she likes you back?" He moved to sit on Danny's bed and then Halsey appeared from under the bed. "Hey girl." He began petting the dog.

"I don't know. It says on her profile that she is looking for a good time with a wink." Danny told him as he began packing his bag. So that's what it was about. Did she like him for real or not?

"So same as you then." He said smiling. "Perhaps I want something else than fun." He saw Danny give a glance at his way.

Wow, hearing those words out of Danny. He didn't know he was that serious about the girl he had hardly talked to. "Ooh. Are you in love?" He then said teasing the man a bit.

"So what are you going to do while I'm gone?" Hearing that his question was an obvious attempt to change the subject.

"Renting a boat and a cabin with the guys and going fishing. Enjoy the waters." He replied, hearing Danny chuckle at his answer.

"We've just been at the sea and now you want to get back?" Danny asked.

"You know I like fishing." He had then stated. "What are you fishing then?" He noticed the wink he gave at him. "If I happen to meet some pretty girls on the way.." He answered with a smug smile.

Smiling at the memory of that day. Talking about normal stuff. Talking about Danny's big crush. Talking about enjoying life. He loved fishing and the outdoor life. Not really what a boy who grew up in a city would do, but beneath the cool exterior of his tough guy act, he was more down to earth guy.

He knew better than to just take off his mask, but he didn't want Danny to know he had felt the sudden fear of panic come over him. Seeing his vision blur inside the mask as his breathing had gotten quicker. Feeling like there was a stone pressing down on his chest.

He was trained for these kind of moments, but yet somehow at the moment he made an error in judgement. And now it had cost him his life.

Smiling at the memory Frankie had told him, he hadn't seen the gun he had taken. The gun he was holding against his throat.

Meeting Frankie's gaze as he shook his head at him. "Frankie, no!" He shouted out and reached for the gun.

As they were struggling, the gun went off.

I hope you are still enjoying the story. :)

This is my first AU so would be nice to hear some thoughts about it, would help me to make improvements if needed and to see how far to take this story. :)