Disclaimer: I do not own Cowboy Bebop or any of the characters.
A/N: I am glad people are reading this and enjoying it! It makes me very happy because I really enjoy writing this story for some reason. Maybe because I don't have to be clever and come up with a really smart plot? Haha idk but thank you for everyone reading!
Ps. this chapter is a little odd as it switch's pov.
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"How are you on bullets?" Spike questioned Faye as he checked on his own supplies.
"Eight, give or take. You?"
"Less than that. Unfortunately, I didn't pack for an apocalyptic crisis." Spike tucked his gun in his holster as he walked back over to the window. He pulled back the pale yellow curtains and shoved the window up.
"If I had to guess, I would say there is around ten. Given that there is only one staircase to go up and down, there numbers won't matter too much." Faye tried her best to come up with a plan.
"That won't work, if we manage that we won't have anything left once we get out on the streets." Spike stuck his head out the window, looking around the streets that now seem to be deserted.
"Well you can kung-fu the rest, right?" Faye arched an eyebrow.
Spike looked back with a smirk playing on his lips, "As much fun as hand to hand combat sounds with a bunch of starving cannibals, us firing off shots will only bring more anyways. Remember?"
"I don't see you throwing out any suggestions."
"It's simple." Spike waved Faye to stand next to him.
"Simple, eh? Why don't I believe you?" Faye huffed as she looked out the window with him.
"We are only on the second floor. And easy jump or maybe a shimmy down won't be too difficult." Spike spoke as he flung one leg over the ledge, the other leg quickly following.
"Hell no, I will break a leg." Faye shrieked.
The slow twisting of the door knob caused Faye to whip around, "Shit." She mumbled turning back to tell Spike trouble had arrived but he was nowhere to be seen. "Asswhole." She muttered as she quickly flung herself out the window and onto the too narrow ledge. Suddenly the ledge seemed more appealing then facing the sick people all alone.
"Hurry, dear. We don't have all day." Spike mocked Faye from the ground, his cocky smile plastered on his lips.
"Stupid, monkey-like man." Faye muttered to herself as she slowly dangled herself off the ledge.
"Drop, I have you."
The moans of the sick people were enough to give Faye the courage to release her grip on the ledge. Not to her surprise, Spike did not catch her. She hit the concrete with an awkward thud and pains shot through her legs, forcing her to remain on the ground longer then she would have liked.
"Stupid jerk." She muttered as she looked around for him. She spotted him a few yards away going at it with a sick person. She watched as Spike would knock him to the ground only to have the guy shoot right back up.
"That's not working." Faye gave a harsh whisper as she made her way to Spike.
Spike dodged another advance from the flesh eater before slipping behind him and quickly placing hands on either side of the man's face, snapping the neck with a gross crunch. The man instantly went limp and Spike released him.
"What would I do without you?" Spike sneered.
"That's a question I often ask myself." Faye came up to a stop next to Spike before continuing, "This one down for the count, for real?"
"I think so. Head injuries usually seem to do the trick."
"Well now what's the plan?" Faye glanced around the streets. They appeared to be empty but it was hard to say with all the cars scattered. Anything could be hiding in the mass of mess that covered the streets.
"We need to find more ammo, and some quieter weapons."
"I think we should go that way." Faye began as she crossed the street.
Spike only paused a second before following behind her, hoping her woman's intuition would for once steer her right.
The pair walked quietly down the sidewalk, the small clicking of the shoes the only sound being made in the big city. In the ten minutes they had been walking, they only came across one flesh eater, who at the moment had been busy feasting.
"Help! Help me, somebody!"
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I kicked off my heels as I felt the zombies gain on me. My friends where dead and now it was just me protecting me. I had no weapons and no ideas what to do. And much to my dismay, I was one of those stupid girls who kept tripping and falling in the most critical times not too. It was like my brain was trying to order my legs faster than they were capable of thus leaving me a sloppy runner. And to top it off even though I knew the city well, in the panic I felt completely lost.
I glanced over my shoulder seeing one make a reach for me. I trip, making the hand miss. Crawling on my knees a few feet, I ignore the scrapping of my knees against the concrete. I couldn't afford to let them close the distance on me anymore. Getting to my feet, I sprint and decide to turn the first corner. I needed a hiding place.
And as I rounded the corner my heart sunk. I had made a fatal mistake. I rounded into a dead end alley. I turn to run out but realize that's not an option. With my back against the brick wall, I search the alley looking for something to defend myself. I find a pipe laying on the ground near the trash piles and grab it with my trembling hands.
I prepare myself, holding the pipe like I actually knew how to use it. When the first zombie got in arm's length I swung at him as hard as I could, making good contact with its side. It dropped to the floor and I felt myself breath again but it didn't last long. In its place were two more. I swung my metal pipe again knocking one in the head but with the follow through of my full swing the other one grabs my wrist, yanking me closer to the two. I accidently drop the pipe so I have nothing left but to struggle with it.
"Help! Help me, somebody!" I scream at the top of my lungs.
And by some miracle I break free, stumbling backwards. I catch myself before I fall all the way down. The two are making their way to me quickly and the third one was still…the third one was gone from the ground. And before I can really process this, two hands grasp my arm and human teeth tear into my fore arm.
Everything turns surreal as I hear a horrid scream, my scream. I look down at the zombie chowing on my arm, another one reaching for me and I'm sure the other ones behind her. I close my eyes while I struggle. Probably another bad choice but after all the ones I've made, what did it matter now?
Bang. Bang. Bang.
The pain is still sharp, but not nearly as bad. I slowly open my eyes, fearing I was hallucinating. Maybe I had gone into shock but as I looked down there lay the three motionless zombies. I glance up to the entrance of the alleyway. The two looked like angels to me. The small woman's gun is raised, a serious look displayed on her beautiful face. I glance at the figure that towered over her, a man. His face was emotionless. Realizing her gun was now pointed at me, I fought to find my voice.
"Th-thank you." My voice cracked, much to my embarrassment.
She lowered her gun, a smirk on her red lips.
"Wow, Faye. I didn't think you'd actually be able to do it." The man smirked next to her.
I watched as she instantly grimaced, eyebrow twitching.
"Spike, you're annoying." She growled.
I watched in horror as they both turned away from me, neither even sparing me a sideways glance.
"Wa-wait." I plead to them, pressing my injured arm to my stomach. I wince in pain at the contact but pull it closer to myself, hoping the blood would stop pouring out.
Neither turned around but they do pause in their steps. The man spoke, "You should get moving. Those gun shots are going to attract a lot of those things."
"Let me go with you, please."
I watch as the look at each other, both shrugging.
"That's not necessary." The woman, Faye, speaks this time.
"You can't just leave me to die after you went through all the trouble to save me." I argue.
I can't believe these people can be so heartless. I could be bleeding to death for crying out loud.
"And for that you should be thankful." She smiled over her shoulder.
"I can help you. Anything you need!" I beg now, taking a few more steps closer to them. If they run, I run with them. I refuse to be left alone again.
"What makes you think you can hel-?" Faye began but was interrupted by Spike.
"You know a place for us to pick up more weapons?"
"Yes. I know this city like the back of my hand."
"OK. Lead the way." He motions for me to pass.
"Spike, she's been bitten." Faye sharply whispers as I pass by.
"Yeah, so?" Spike shrugged as he waves me to continue.
"Fine, but don't think I won't hesitate to shoot you if you try anything funny." Faye finally starts to follow us.
"She's not kidding." Spike laughs.
I remained silent but nodded in understanding. I had been bitten. But I didn't die so maybe I wouldn't become a zombie. I sighed and tried to push the questions that I couldn't answer to the back of my head. I was still alive and though my saviors where giving me death threats, I felt save. Apparently these people knew how to shoot a gun.
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The whole sporting store is a wreck. Lots of things had been picked through and non-useful items litter the tile floor. I followed Faye as she made her way down the baseball aisle. She stops next to a pile of bats and shoots me a warning look 'don't you come any closer to me'. I stop. She bends over and delicately picks up two bats; a child's hot pink bat and a heavy duty looking, shiny silver looking bat.
"Here girl." She tosses me the small bat, "Aim for the brain." And then she passes me and heads towards the front. I follow her with the bat firmly in my grasp.
Spike is already waiting for us, leaning against a register with a cigarette in his lips.
"You find anything?" Faye stops in front of Spike, lighting her own cigarette.
Spike moves away from the counter revealing a small pile of magazines and a couple of knifes, "Not as much as I was hoping for but better than nothing, eh?" He scratched the back of his head.
Faye didn't answer and merely picked up the items she wanted, leaving a few things for Spike who didn't seem to care one way or another.
"Now where too?" I speak. Being in one spot too long makes me uneasy even though I am in good hands. I look down at my now bandaged arm as I wait for their answer.
"Food?" Spike speaks and I know it's directed to Faye.
"Now that you mention it, I am starving."
My head shoots up on its own. I couldn't believe they could be thinking about food at a time like this.
"Hey you, show us to a good Italian place." Spike orders.
"No way, we get to eat whatever we want for free. Let's get seafood, I want crab legs."
"I don't want seafood, besides that takes too long to eat. We don't have all day, Faye."
"Well, gee, lunkhead you know something I don't know because I am pretty sure our day is free."
"Wouldn't it be better if we stopped at a convenient store and grab quick stuff there?" I offer.
The heated glares they had been giving each other where now directed at me and I suddenly wanted to disappear.
"Never mind." I mumble.
They both remain glaring at me,
"I know a good place that has a mix of things." I meekly suggest.
"Fine." Faye huffs.
"Whatever." Spike mutters.
I sigh in relief as I head out the door, bat securely in my hands.
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I feel like I am about to throw up. I hope it's just from the two dead zombies lying in front of me. They had been in the restaurant upon arrival but Faye and Spike took quick work of them. Spike threw a knife into ones forehead with such quickness and grace that I had almost missed it. Faye on the other hand was raw and put on a show as she first knocked the shit out of it with a bat before stabbing the zombie in the forehead with her own knife. With a quick wipe off of the knives, the two where casually standing in the kitchen of the place, debating on what to fix themselves to eat. A few minutes later Spike comes out from behind the kitchen doors with an expensive looking bottle of whiskey in his hands. Faye follows with a huge bowl of salad and three glasses in hers.
They take a seat next to me and Spike begins to pour the whiskey into the three glasses.
"The foods cooking but you can go make a salad if you want." Faye offers to me.
This is the nicest she's been to me and as much as I wish I could take up her offer, the sound of food makes my stomach turn.
"I'm ok."
She looks at me skeptically for second before shrugging and finishing her salad off. Spike is pouring his second glass of whiskey and that is when I notice my own glass. I swallow it down quickly, hoping it would calm my nerves. It doesn't and I turn around instantly, throwing it up.
I turn around to apologize but the two seem unfazed. I excuse myself and head towards the bathroom, my pink bat still placed in my hand firmly.
I slowly open the bathroom door and kneel down making sure there is no one else in the bathroom with me. It's clear. I walk over to the sink and quickly rinse out my mouth before splashing cool water on my face. As I am drying my face I notice my reflection is not quite right. I look much older than my twenty years. Veiny looking skin and large dark circles under my eyes are not a normal feature of mine. I rinse my face again but nothing. Maybe it's the lighting.
I make my way back to Spike and Faye, who are now digging into sandwiches, soups, fries, burgers, pizza, fried shrimp and some kind of strawberry cake. They also appeared to have made a dent in the whiskey.
As I take a seat, to my surprise, neither offers me food nor says anything. They merely continue they're feast. And I decide while they eat maybe its best I try to take a nap because suddenly my head is pounding.
While I am resting my head, a comm goes off. My head hurts too much to lift but I still ease drop.
"Spike, you guys doing alright? Rumor going around they are setting up a base."
"Where at, Jet?" Faye spoke, annoyance was clear in her voice.
"Not sure, rumor, Faye. But I'll keep you guys up to date."
"Thanks dad." Spike mumbled.
Another ten minutes passed as the two finished up their meals.
"Hey, girl, we need you to show us to the highest building around. We need to survey the area." Faye spoke somewhat softly to me.
I hear them both stand and I do my best to lift myself up. My headache had past but I now suddenly feel on fire. Maybe outside would feel better. I push past them and made my way to the door. I could hear their footsteps a few paces behind me. It wasn't till I was at the door did I realize I had forgotten my bat. But I didn't care at the moment; I just needed some kind of breeze on my face. I push past the doors and to my horror the breeze did nothing wonderful for me, instead it felt like hot waves pulsing against me.
"Keep moving." Spike orders quietly.
I do as I am told; I need a distraction from the pain.
We probably made it a block before I felt my heart constrict. I look over my shoulder to tell Spike and Faye but realize that they are several yards behind me.
Then it hits me. I am about to die. I am about to turn into one of them. And these two people had known. Spike had tested me with the whiskey. I was so angry. I felt nothing but hatred for my two saviors as I felt my heart make another sharp pain in my chest. Why hadn't they saved me? Why didn't they tell me? I had deserved to know what was happening to me!
I turn around to face them completely. The look on their faces confused me. The two heartless bastards seemed, almost heartbroken. I think that was the look on their face. I went to open my mouth but I couldn't make a sound as I felt a sharper, bigger pain before. It hurt so badly. I put a shaky hand to my chest and I could feel my heart pounding way to fast. Another horrific pain shot through me.
And I knew it would be a matter of seconds before my heart would just explode. I would be nothing more than a flesh hungry monster.
I try to take a deep breath by couldn't finish it as a pain over took me. I felt like I had been hit by a bus; dropped off a sky scrapper but just now feeling the impact of hitting concrete. I gave into the pain, too much to bear. The image of Spike and Faye blurred before everything went black.
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Spike and Faye watched as the girl fidgeted and sweat in pain. They did the best to ignore her accusing eyes as she prepared herself for death. Then as it looked as the girl's heart implode before she collapsed to the ground.
"We should have left while she was in the bathroom." Spike muttered at he dug his gun out of his holster.
"No one deserves to die alone." Faye shot back.
"Easy for you to say, you're not the one that has to shoot her now."
And as if on cue the girl's body began to twitch. She slowly raised herself.
But Spike and Faye weren't met with the same eyes as before.
Spike raised his gun and aimed.
Bang.
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Ok this chapter had taken a life of its own. It's not what I planned but I like it none the less. Hope you guys enjoyed it.