Author's note: This was written by Meg and myself, so consider this a collab, enjoy!
The following file was written in English by an American girl, the file has been unedited. File Date: March 11, 2009
Hah… Where to start… Surprisingly, writing this actually didn't come to me as a suggestion, but more out of boredom than anything. My man bitch- sorry I mean Advent finally fell asleep and well where does that leave me? There's no internet, no x-box anymore, nothin' except this damned computer. Always the computer, you know? And my cell, which I'm honestly surprised at this point my damn cell phone works. You'd think an I-Phone would be the shit but it's not all it's cracked up to be; but in a world full of zombies, a phone is considerably useful... right? Whatever, my name is Megan, and the hot devil behind me is Miguel, but you'll address me as Tezema, and him, as Advent. Tezema is short for Tezema Akumi, and you know what that means? It's Japanese for small demon. Because as far as I'm concerned, I'm a small demon… or as others would put it "small Nazi terrorist" but that's alright cause their probably all dead fuckers walking the street and hey you know what's cooler than taking off a head or two? The doc doesn't seem to have a problem. Maybe that's why I get along with him better than others when he's not being particularly...odd (probably an understatement right there)
Oh well, as for being odd it's not really that bad for being one of the only survivors in zombie-infested territories. You'd think the doc would be the last to promote protected sex (or any at that) in his office, and I'd probably be the last to get a good laugh out of it, but like I said odd is an understatement. So it didn't surprise me when it came down to fucking the last of Miguel's sanity out that he had a good supply of rubbers with him in the office. However, I made sure he'd failed quite miserably to use it. Hell, I've always been a liar, and a good one, but a little something about that made me feel kinda regretful. Well, whatever it was didn't last long. If anything, Miguel sure as hell did fuck me like an Advent. And that's precisely why I suggested it as his name.
"Ah, fuck!" some things spilled when he hoisted me up and onto the counter, following me aggressively and taking no time to drill right into me - hard and fast. "Faster you whore!" I yelled at him, even though somewhere in that head of mine I knew he was at the peak of his stamina, working himself into me with an occasional grunt here or there. But apparently it was over too fast, because I felt my body tense and the last of the pleasure consume me before it was all over, and last but not least the warm tingly feeling wash over me before I finally hopped off the counter, stunned by none other than the sound of a - no seriously what the fuck was that?
"YEAH! COME ON, GET SOME YA INFECTED MOTHERFUCKERS! THIS DOC'S GOT ALL THE SHIT TO MAKE ALL YOU FUCKERS SLEEPY!"
It was Doctor Salvador, the man who loved his patients and his clinic beyond anything else really becoming a mass murderer with a chainsaw!?
I didn't hesitate to get my clothes on, and because he was simply faster than me, Miguel was putting my clothes on me quicker than he could take them off. Big surprise there. I didn't have time to wonder why that was before he'd grabbed my hand and was about to lead me out the door when the doc decided to make his surprise appearance and so did the bricks I'd neglected to shit (speaking figuratively of course.. you really think I'd do that? I'm not a pussy!)
"Hey, we got zombies" he said almost as casually as I felt about punching him in the face right now.
"I don't believe that for a Goddamn second you psycho bitch! What the hell are you doing?!" I almost pursued him actually, but the chainsaw made me consider otherwise. He then smiled as he heard them moaning behind him and yelled out
"YEEEEAAA! COME ON, MOTHERFUCKERS! I GOT THE FUCKING CURE FOR YOUR GODDAMN DISEASE! HELL FUCKING YEA!" He then tore through one by piercing his chest and moved it up to split open the head, the second and third were lined up together so he just beheaded them, the fourth was kicked down by kicking the knees, which led Mr. Sunshine to saw through his head, and the fifth one tried to come from behind, but Mr. Sunshine turned around and shoved the revving saw into the last one's head, all while roaring out taunts like a berserker. He then turned around and smiled at us both, and then he turned off the chainsaw.
Hesitantly, I moved from my lover and to the door to see the damage. To me, it was collateral. "Uhhh..?" I quirked a brow at the smiling man and held onto the door frame as if I were about to fall. Although honestly spend a night with Miguel and you'd feel that way too. I kinda felt as if my legs were about to break.
"They react to sound.. and if you don't want to believe that a blind man can't see, well.. that's alright." he crossed the room and cleaned up the blood on his hands. I decided it would be a little funny to poke the zombies with a stick, so while he cleaned up, that's exactly what I did for fun, and I couldn't help laughing a little bit with Miguel who watched from a small distance. But in all honesty they began to smell, so I quit and finally did end up pursuing the doctor with a ready smack to the face for earlier, but ended up asking
"So, doc, what's the chainsaw for?" He smiled at me again. I was catching on that that was never a good thing. I braced myself.
"Amputations." Who'd of thought that a simple one-word answer could make me jump the way it did. Fortunately, Miguel had followed me as well, and didn't neglect to hold me steady with a loose link around my waist.
"Have you checked the supplies lately?" He asked almost for me, as my lips seemed to need some repairing at the moment. "Not much besides medical supplies… as far as I've seen, this disease is similar to those in the bad movies they make, where if you're bitten once, then you're essentially dead, making a cure besides extermination impossible. And they're attracted to sound… those five were the last in the clinic and I just finished padlocking the door to it…"
All I remember was them talking about something to do with barring the windows and stuff, but I was too busy checking whatever was last of the battery on my phone. Unfortunately they'd caught me fidgeting and I latched onto the conversation again as they mentioned it. "Sam texted me before all this crap happened, and she's probably with Pyro. Knowing him, he'll go after whatever he thinks is left of his family." I looked to Miguel for answers, knowing I needed them, but hadn't exactly made a question up in my mind yet. Instead the cell answered for me. And I spoke to it in return. "Hello?" the voice on the other end made me smile. "Sammy!" I cried, suppressing my sudden urge to squeal like a fucking school girl. "Rodrigo and Gabriel are with me, we're heading your way now, I hope you know what's going on, Megan…" I finally breathed, wondering how many times I'd be able to hear her voice before -- "Well duh I know what's going on. Get to Dr. Salvador's and I'll explain everything." And with that, she'd hung up, leaving me on the silent end of the line again. Even though the phone rang again, oh great, don't tell me there's still fucking telemarketers now that we have zombies… but I picked it up anyway.
"Hel-" I was interrupted by a young teenage boy who said
"Where are you?" I was going to give him a tongue-lashing, but I didn't have the luxury of that right now and said grudgingly
"I'm at Dr. Salvador's with Miguel…" He then responded
"Understood, I'll be right there, Megan." I was then hung up on and growled some
"That was Kazu… he's heading this way…" the doctor asked
"Can we trust him?" I responded
"He's a brash metal head with a combat addiction, and he really only cares for himself…" Mr. Sunshine then smiled and said
"Ah! Sounds like my kind of guy!" I slapped the doctor again after he said that, goddamn joker…
Whatever sudden joy I had suddenly vanished, and I was back to my normal self, latched to Miguel's side out of habit. He embraced me tightly and I finally felt the need to sleep now, but it was then that the question had finally come to me, as short and simple as it was. "What now..?" and the answer, also short and simple, but made my heart race for the last time tonight. "I don't know." he said in all honesty, and finally, I'd let myself sleep for the first time since the incident.