I am Phantom

by Futuramakid
DISCLAIMER: I own neither DP or I am Legend.

March 15, 2011
He's awake. Finally.
"Good morning, Vlad," I say to him. I've managed to make a breakfast of non-perishable goods. Canned ham, jam, and Spam.
"Sorry for the lack of variety, I really haven't thought much about food," I apologize, "For a while, I thought I was the only normal person on Earth."
"It's fine, Phantom. You've gone through solitary. Just like I have in space..." he begins.
"Oh?" I ask. This has sparked my curiosity.
"I've been around, badger," he says. "I met a few alien races out there. One thought I was some sort of deity... A 'Great Blue', I believe they called it. I've been craving any real human food for quite a while."
He quickly scarfed down the meal.
"Get enough?" I ask.
"Yes," he says.
"Good," I tell him, "Now, this equipment, where would it be? The Rockies, here, or back in Wisconsin?"
"It'd be in the Rockies, with my cloning equipment. That's where I did most of my experiments relating to biology," Vlad explains.
"Think you could fly there by night, or will I need to haul out the old Specter Speeder?" I ask.
"I'd appreciate a small rest from flight. That was all I had to do, out there in space," he tells me. I wonder for a moment if he's bluffing. If he just sat feeling sullen the whole time, and is making this up as he goes along.
"Then we better get going," I tell him. I go back down into the lab. Though a bit dirty, the old launch tube is still working.
"Come on down, Vlad. About time to go," I call. He walks down the stairs into the lab. He takes a look at the Specter Speeder.
"We're going in that old thing?" he asks.
"She may be an old bird, but she can still fly like an eagle," I tell him. I climb into the driver's seat.
"You don't have a pilot's license!"
"That's right. I don't."

I grin at him.
"Let me drive!" he asks.
"No," I say, "I know this thing better than you."
He is silent. I launch. We go under, then soar above Amity Park. It is a disquieting image. Abandoned cars all stand still. Not a single light is on. It is as if the city is entirely dead. All the cities we pass over are in the same state of stillness.

Finally, we begin approaching Vlad's rocky mountain lair. It is in near pristine condition. Unsurprising, considering its relative isolation. I land it on the helipad. We walk to the door. It is slightly rusted, but swings open upon a good pull. The silence in the building is comforting. No monsters to worry about out here. We make our way in. The place is covered in dust and cobwebs.
"I'll go into the kitchen and get some non-perishable food. You can pick out the supplies you need, and I'll fly them on the way back," I explain. He nods.
"That's the kitchen," he says, pointing to a doorway. I go in. It's pretty nice. Of course it is, it's Vlad's.
I open the cupboards.
"Soups... some vegetables... canned meats..." I say to myself, grabbing enough to last a few months. I go and load it into the speeder, and rejoin Vlad. He's in his lab, picking over his equipment.
"Electron microscope... A gestation pod... Solution centrifuge.. And of course my chemicals..." Vlad says to himself.
"Got it," I say. I stack it in my arms, "that all?"
"All I can get from here," he replies.
"Good. Get to the speeder. I'll fly this back."
He nods. I go intangible, and take off to the helipad. I see Vlad off and fly alongside him. We arrive at Amity Park at just about sunset. The infected are just beginning to become active. Vlad and I get in just before they can leave their shelters. We get down into the lab quickly. I help him set up.
"Just out of curiosity, why the gestation pod?" I ask.
"Controlled conditions. We'll need to test the cure at some point. For that, we'll need one of them. The pod is really just life support and vitals," he explains.
"So how long until we have to get one of them for your test?" I ask.
"It all depends on how complex my immunity is," he informs me.

I nod. He leans busy over his equipment. I walk to the computer, again chronicling the day. After around 10 hours of intense work, he cries out "Eureka! I've done it, Phantom! It's working perfectly in our samples!"
"Good. Now get some sleep. Tomorrow, we go monster trapping," I tell him. He gets in bed and is out like a light. All that's left is to hope it works...