Scene Fourteen

Trowa spared just one envious look at the bike Duo and Heero were mounting before climbing on the backseat of Duo's car. Howard would be driving. Wufei would ride shotgun. Quatre and Trowa would ride on the back, a collection of guns and ammunition in the back seat between them so they could use whatever they needed. Howard had a large enough armory, God knows why, but right now Trowa wasn't complaining, the more amo, the better.

Heero would drive the bike. Apparently he and Duo had built it together before Heero had vanished and since then Duo had kept it in Howard's garage without sparing it a second glace. Now they would both ride it, Heero driving and Duo behind him with a shotgun ready.

The provisions had been loaded to the trunk of the car. They were ready to leave Little Town for good.

They didn't encounter any zombies until they were already on the main road. There was a large group of undead all walking towards the car, apparently attracted by the headlights. Howard didn't slow down, they ran over all the zombies on the way. When there were too many to move quickly Wufei, Trowa and Quatre rolled down their windows and shot any zombie that got too close.

Trowa spared a glance behind them and noticed that even with the disadvantage of the lack of cover the bike provided Heero and Duo were doing well, no zombie had gotten too close to them.

Quatre hadn't lied when he had said he was a good marksman, every zombie he shot fell down to the ground with their head blown to pieces. Wufei wasn't as efficient with the guns as he was with his sword but that didn't mean that he wasn't good. Between the three of them they cleared the path of zombies without any serious trouble and sped down the empty highway.

"The zombies seem to be heading downtown," Howard said, pensively.

"What's downtown?" Quatre had his eyes fixed on the window, scanning the road for zombies.

"Hell if I know what those things want, kid. As long as they don't follow us I'm not complaining."

"Are you sure you can drive with those things on?" Wufei asked for the third time. He had been giving Howard distrustful looks since they'd climbed in the car and the old man had refused to remove his sunglasses.

"I'm perfectly fine. You should worry about yourself, young man," Howard huffed and sped up as if to prove he was perfectly fine driving with shades.

Trowa wasn't quite convinced himself but as things were he would rather risk a senile old man behind the wheel that people eating zombies. And the old man had provided the guns so that gave him some measure of authority.

The drive was quiet and now and then Trowa risked a look to the side to watch Quatre. He didn't know what had interested him of the other man when he had first saw him but Trowa could hardly keep his eyes off him. When Quatre had regained consciousness Trowa had been even more delighted. It was irrational. He had always found it amusing that in his movies, in the course of a few hours and in the middle of the most unlikely dangerous situation the two main characters would fall in love. It was ridiculous, but then again so was a zombie infestation.

He didn't want to think too much about it but he was determined that he would make it out of this mess and Quatre would be right along with him in a healthy non zombie way. He figured he should be scared about Quatre's gifts but somehow it seemed natural for the blond to be special in that way. It fitted him and instead of making Trowa uncomfortable it attracted him more. He wanted to get to know Quatre better.

"There are some lights ahead," Wufei announced as the car slowed down.

"That's the only bridge out of town." Howard sounded suspicious.

Trowa tightened his grip on his weapon. They would get out of this place and no zombie was going to stop them.

As they approached the lights they could see trucks parked on the bridge blocking the road. Howard stopped the car and grabbed a gun himself.

No sooner they had stopped than dozens of armed men dressed in combat clothes surrounded them, aiming their weapons in a less than friendly manner.

"Exit the vehicle with your hands over your head," a woman's voice sounded from a megaphone.

"Who the fuck are you?" Howard asked, not letting go of his gun.

"You have thirty seconds to comply or we will open fire."

Quatre paled. Howard cursed.

"It's them," Wufei announced "The people I worked for." He placed his gun on the floor of the car and started opening the door. "They won't hesitate to kill us all."

Wufei was the first to exit the car. Howard followed. Heero and Duo were already standing by the bike, their hands over their heads. Trowa nodded at Quatre before exiting himself.

"We are not zombies!" Duo was yelling. "We just wanna get the fuck out of here. If you haven't noticed this town has become a living cemetery."

"You are to come with us." The woman was no longer using the megaphone. The line of soldiers parted to let her through. She had long blond hair and forked eyebrows. Her eyes fixed on Quatre and her lips curved into a dangerous smile. "Welcome back, Pet."