A/N Gore and the F-bomb in this chapter... You have been warned.
I don't own transformers or the creation of zombies. Once again thank you to Stoylady/Fadey for editing my chapters!
Chapter 2
"I'm being chased by my girlfriend 'Bee! Help!"
There was no mistaking the complete terror that wormed its way from Sam's throat as he found himself screaming into the cell phone's microphone.
"Isn't that a good thing?" 'Bee asked, attempting to mask his worry with a bit of amusement.
"BUMBLEB-!"
The full word couldn't leave his throat as he tripped, landing face first to the ground, the phone sliding far from his reach.
"Oh no! No no no no no! This can't be happening!"
But the snarling behind him only proved him wrong. He had no time to grab his phone, kicking his terrified body up, Sam took off.
"OH MY GOD!"
He rounded an alley, still well aware of the inhuman sounds coming from his girlfriend who was catching up. He couldn't stop. If he did… he'd be zombie breakfast.
He had to do something. Anything! But what?
He scattered blindly off behind a random house, climbing over a fence and stopped, his hands on his knees as he forced air into his burning lungs.
Attempted to calm himself down, watching as the bloody, dead body of his girlfriend slid to a stop and growled, grabbing hold of the long metal fence. Her teeth chattering as she sniffed the air.
He needed to get out.
He looked around… searching for an exit, trying hard to keep his focus on looking for a way out instead of on the girl behind the fence. His face twisted into something terrifying when he realized.
He was trapped.
"Oh god." He breathed, backing up as far as he could; it was then when he finally noticed the background of the city behind it.
It was amazing how much he could block out when terrified. He whimpered at the sight. It looked like something from a disaster film, cars were parked sideways in the road, some had more than one dent in them and others had their front ends completely crushed inward.
But the one thing that caught his attention was the small boy who had forced his way out of crimped car.
Mikaela's head snapped around at the sound of the boy's body hitting the pavement from the final effort of escaping. She span around so fast Sam could have sworn he heard her neck snap.
Then he panicked.
As quickly as Mikaela had his attention, it was gone. He didn't know what to feel, overjoyed or horrified as his girlfriend's body jolted around and she sprang forwards.
Part of him would have whistled at the scene, if she wasn't covered in blood and currently shredding the boy apart.
He couldn't pull his eyes from the scene; his heart was racing a mile a minute. These were nothing like the zombies in the movies.
These were fast, savage and horrifying.
The way Mikaela ripped into his body with the only arm she had made his mind go numb. He felt everything slow.
The boys screams died down
His body stopped moving.
And then, he jumped up.
Both Mikaela and the boy swayed on the spot, black blood leaking all over the boy's tan shirt, dripping on the ground, remarkably the only sound he could hear was the wet plop, plop, plop of the drops that landed on the ground from his jaw, stomach, which was completely shredded and his legs.
It felt like hours that he stared at them. He felt like he could have a heart attack any second because he could feel his heart rate and it was faster than it should be.
Then they looked at him.
Just like that the spell was broken.
Both growled darkly, racing towards the fence while Sam scrambled backwards, tripping over his own feet as both zombies started to climb. He reached out, grabbing the first thing that he felt.
Pulling the object to his chest and standing, placing a hand on the ground to force his shaking body up, Sam looked over the object.
A lamp.
A broken, pathetic fucking lamp.
Sam wanted to cry.
He was dead. Goodbye Autobots. Goodbye Decepticons. He was deadmeat.
He held it in though, he faced deceptions! He faced and killed Megatron ! Of all bots! Thirty feet tall metal frickin' alien robots!
He could take on the zombies.
But could he take on his girlfriend?
He wanted to breakdown.
Mikaela… the girl he had spent the last two years with, the girl he never even said he loved to, even though he did.
He found himself frozen; his eyes impossibly wide as he reinforced his grip on the lamp, his palms began to sweat along with the rest of his body, he couldn't do this… he couldn't hurt her.
It wasn't her anymore.
A small part of his brain told him, Sam took a breath as they finally scaled the fence. He swore, if he would die this day, to come back as a mindless zombie, he would at least tell the girl of his dreams how he felt.
"I love you."
He whispered, lifting the lamp up in front of him.
"I love you! Mikaela! Oh god!"
Her once loving, brown eyes, now white and glazed over locked on his.
They both came at him.
Sam hardly knew what happened after that, everything happened so fast, one moment he was knocked onto his back by the tanned shirted boy, the next he was kicking out.
His foot went right through the boy's stomach.
Sam wanted to wanted to puke, he wanted to cry, he wanted to laugh at the irony of something like this being real, but most importantly he wanted his Mikaela back.
But that wasn't going to happen.
Kicking again, Sam succeeded in pushing the boy from him, long enough for him to battle to his feet, only to have Mikaela lunge at him, throwing his arms back, as hard as he could he slammed the lamp into her skull.
The light bulb shattered, the glass imprinted in her skull as she shrieked and Sam heard the footsteps behind him, coming for him.
Quickly bringing his elbow back, Sam jabbed it into the boy and span around, crashing the already bloody lamp into his skull.
Thank god, Will decided to train me!
He shook the thought as he slammed the lamp over and over into the boy's head until he hit the floor and went still.
Sam stumbled as his vision began to see double, he set his hands on the wall of a house, only to have himself tackle from behind. Yelling, his head slammed hard into the brick wall, adrenalin coursing through his veins as he spun, well aware that Mikaela was trying to scratch at him.
Somehow he managed to hold her arm's away but now he was watching as she snapped her jaw at him from atop his body.
He struggled, trying so hard to force her off him but he took a huge breath. "Ahhh!" He grunted as he managed to toss Mikaela's form as hard as he could, relived when the pressure of her body was removed.
Wincing, he touched the spot on his head where he hit the wall, feeling something warm and sticky come in contact with his fingers.
Shit.
Standing once again, Sam let himself lose control, he left the fear, the anger, the sadness overwhelm him, he left the dark part of his mind take over as he rushed at his girlfriend, who was trying to stand. Without thinking, Sam brought the lamp up.
Over and over and over again he slammed it down until the metal began to slip from his fingers, smashing the lamp harder each time into her flesh.
Repeatedly, he didn't remember when he body fell limply to the ground.
Over and over. It was the last and only thought in his mind. Ignoring the black blood that covered his face, his hands, his shirt. His mind was on complete lockdown.
Only one thought running through it.
Kill or be killed.
Kill or be killed.
He fell to his knees, thrusting the lamp once more into her unrecognizable face, before he finally lost his grip.
Everything shattered.
He began to cry, he collapsed over the still body of his girlfriend, curling his arms around her back and lifting her up, setting her bridal style on his lap, he closed his eyes, ignoring the feel of her chunky blood on his face as he nuzzled her neck.
"Mikaela, Mikaela." He chanted her name like it would keep him safe. He rocked back and forth where he was, running a hand through her bloodied hair. "What have I done?"
"Sam?" His eyes snapped open as he stared down at Mikaela's corpse.
Had… had she said his name? No… the voice was male… The voice… metallic?
A car revved behind him before he heard the sounds of transforming. But he blocked them out, still rocking Mikaela in his arms, whispering her name.
"Sam!"
The voice was urgent now so Sam risked a glance up, his eyes stung with tears, his body shook badly. The familiar outline was warm to look at. "'Bee?"
"What… what…." Bee couldn't get the question out; he found himself staring into the open, dead eyes of the woman, Sam's girlfriend.
She stirred in his lap.
Sam almost leapt backwards with joy when she moved…
Only to scream when she snarled and tackled him.
"Sam!"
The body was lifted from him so fast; Sam looked up to see Bumblebee holding Mikaela with a look of disgust. Her entire face was crushed in and despite being an alien, the zombie continued to scratch at Bumblebee, snarling and growling.
Sam's eyes widened when her nails actually accomplished in racking ragged lines through the metal on his fingers.
"Bumblebee! Kill her! No… don't hurt her! SHE'S INFECTED!"
Bumblebee screamed, his yell ending in a burst of static as he flung Mikaela across the alleyway, her body slamming into a wall.
But still, she got up.
And so did the boy.
"WE HAVE TO GO!"
"But Mikaela..."
"She's dead! We have to go! Now!"
Sam couldn't believe he was leaving her… but they had to get away. Bumblebee looked reluctant before transforming and popped his door open, Sam rushed inside.
'Bee didn't move. Why wasn't he moving?
"We have to go! Go!"
"But-"
Mikaela jumped to the hood of the car, causing 'Bee to jolt. She was on the other side of the fence! How could she have climbed it so quickly?
Bumblebee hollered loudly when the zombie began slamming her bloody head into the windshield.
Sam was screaming like a little girl in the driver's seat, clutching at the wheel while pressing the gas, making Bumblebee lurch foreword.
"Go go go go!"
Bumblebee took off, his car form shuttering each time Mikaela slammed her head into the windshield, cracks began to form...
Bumblebee's steering wheel tugged left, hard as they began to do doughnuts.
Mikaela clutched the windshield, succeeding in ripping the windshield wipers from spot before getting thrown from the car like a rag doll.
"WHAT THE FRAG IS THAT! What's wrong with Mikaela! Sam?"
Sam took a breath and closed his eyes, he wiped a bit of his blood, mixed with the zombie blood from his face, his whole body shaking as he exhaled. His mind was running a mile a minute.
How could this happen? He thought zombies would never be real, only in movies... What did humans do to piss god off? Did he want to punish humans?
"Zombies."
Mother Nature is a serial killer. No one's better, or more creative. Like all serial killers, she can't help but have the urge to get caught or what good would all those brilliant crimes do if no one takes the credit? So she leaves crumbs. Now the hard part, is seeing the crumbs, the clues there. Sometimes it's in your thoughts where the most brutal part of a virus is. Turns out to be the chink in its armour. And she loves disguising her weaknesses as strengths. She's a bitch.
If you can fight, fight. Be prepared for anything. Our war has just begun...
EA/N. Special thanks to:
Fade. Codythedude. SweetieRainbow. 1Timberwolf and Autobot-Fangirl10303. For reviewing!
Quotes by Andrew Fassbach & Gerry Lane. I do not own them.
TBC...
Hope you liked it!
-ThemSoundWaves.