What's up guys!? Sorry I haven't updated or a while, been busy, ya know with Christmas stuff and all. its a short chapter, but oh well, at least its a chapter! Enjoy! Review/feedback is wanted!
Chapter Four. Focus.
You step outside, you risk your life. You take a drink of water, you risk your life. And nowadays, you breathe you risk your life. Every moment now... You don't have a choice. The only thing you can chose is what you're risking it for.
-Hershel Greene. The Walking Dead. (RIP:( )
Sam's mouth was agape, eyes wide, heart hammering so hard in his chest it drowned out any other sounds. His breathing was slowed, his fingers clenched on the leather interior of Bumblebees seats, he couldn't believe his eyes, yet, he had too, because it was right there in front of him. How could things get so bad so fast?
Bumblebee was driving slow, processor spinning as he dodged the many obsticals in his way, his optics roamed around the area as he went, unbelieving that this was the home town he had come to know for so long, being at Sams side. could look like this.
But Bumblebee couldn't focus, focusing for him at that moment was about as hard as trying to destroy something thirty times bigger then himself.
His optics were fizzing, he could feel that something was wrong, but when he checked, he found nothing, absolutely nothing popped up in his CPU about any damage, nothing about any viruses, but he could feel it like boiling water on skin, he knew something was wrong, he knew it.
"Bumblebee, you passed my house..." Sam said, looking back at his home, Bumblebee, who hardly heard the boy, slowed to a stop to back up, continuing until he was on the grass of Sam's fathers' not so well-cared for anymore lawn.
"Gods..." Sam breathed, taking a look at his home, the door was wide open, a few dead... 'People' laid shot on the ground, unmoving. Sam was afraid to get out, he didn't know what was hiding in there.
"Do you think your parents are in?" Bumblebee asked, his voice rougher then his normal British accent supplied, Sam didn't seem to notice the voice change, as he popped Bumblebees door open manually, taking a step outside.
"You call me if something's... In there, alright?" The mech said through his haze, Sam nodded, leaning down to pick up a pistol off of a fallen soldier, he had a good idea what went on here, but he had to make sure.
Taking quiet, slow steps foreword, Sam made his way from the protection of his guardian towards his home, hands shaking as he aimed the pistol at everything and anything, daring the 'zombies' to come and get him... Although the boy would rather NOT have a zombie come at him right then.
He lightly tapped the door to his home open a little, the hinges creaking creepily causing him to wince, bite his lip and look around, making sure nothing heard the noise.
After a minuet, the teen deemed it safe. He slowly slid his way inside, the door swayed a little from the wind, groaning as it did so.
He never thought he would be so afraid to be in his home.
Stepping over a random pot, Sam whispered.
"Mom? Dad?"
No response, he aimed the weapon higher. Sticking to the wall of his home as he pushed foreword, his hands sweating and shaking, droplets of liquid trailed down his forehead.
Sccct.
He froze, heart pounding, he started to tremble harder.
Scruff scruff. Creeeeeeeeaaaak.
He rounded a corner, taking a few steps up his stares, he knew it was stupid to investigate the noise, he couldn't help but feel like the ignorant blonde in those movies who heard an odd sound and go to it, just to die from a cereal killer or something who was waiting for her.
But it could be his parents, maybe hurt, so he swallowed his fear, not Entirely getting rid of it, after all, fear is just a figure of an imagination,
It wasn't real, he wished he could control it, but he was Sam, when could he ever control his fears?
A moan, a hungry, distressed moan.
"Mom!" Sam whispered louder, picking up his steps as he climbed up the stares, he heard more slow walkings from his parents room, the door slightly ajoor.
He nudged it open, peaking in side.
And he wished he hadn't.
"Fuck!" He screamed as he catching a glimpse a bloodied face, right in his he tripped backwards, lifting the gun, shooting it off four times right into the zombies face.
Zombie rule number one: Zombies are attracted to noise.
He was sure if that thought hadn't crossed his mind he would have died, because the house suddenly came to life, how could he have not seen these zombies here!
Two walkers came out from his room, both sodilers, what had him confused the most, is that they looked to each other, as if having a conversation only they could hear. Sam backed up raising the gun again, shooting one in the chest twice before once between the eyes, that seemed to snap the other out of its trance, because it came rushing foreword.
"FUCK!" Sam screaming, narrowly dodging a clawed hand as he took the steps what had to be five at a time.
Passing his kitchen, another zombie came barreling out, a mean, gangster looking one. Bald, missing an arm, but the bastard was fast.
He ran backwards, shooting that zombie as two more took the stares, the one behind tripped on its feet, tumbling down the stare case knocking the other over, they landed a heap at the foot of the stares. Despite the danger he was in, Sam still managed to bark out a sharp laugh before something crashed into him from the side.
His body was flung out the door... The weird part? The zombie had tossed him, with inhuman strength, right out the damn door.
He crawled backwords as fast as he could only picking himself up when he was close enough to Bumblebee to touch him.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five... Eight..
He lost count, he didn't even realize that he was safe inside Bee now,
"I don't need this!" The teen exclaimed, grabbing his bush of his hair, the smell of blood was disgusting, actually he smelt disgusting, he was covered in blood from Mikaela, her child sidekick, and the boss dudes from the house, he just wanted to get to safety.
"Hey Bee? Does your Com. Work?"
"Yes, I just contacted Optimus, we are heading to base as we speak, although we have to get there quickly, the last ships shipping off in an hour."
There was a bit of worry in the mechs voice, and Sam couldn't bare to think, what if they were late? What would he do? Well... He could be like Rick grimes from The Walking Dead, although he never watched much of the show, he wondered if the actors were as good in real life as they were in the episodes, he wouldn't mind sticking it out with them.
Although, a base full of giant robots and over eight hundred soilders seemed like the better choice.
"You okay Bee?" Sam queried, noticing the Camaros sudden decline in speed, the radio hissed, fuzzed, then Bumblebee spoke, sounding a bit dazed.
"Yeah fine, I just feel slow..."
Sam snorted. "Well, yeah you're going like, forty five miles per hour. That's slow for you Bee, your not fine, what's up?"
The radio sighed, went quiet for a minuet as the mech slowed down even more, but noticed his slip up and pushed foreword.
"I don't know Sam. I don't feel right." The mech stated, he ran checks on his CPU Once more and again, found nothing.
"I'll check it out with Ratchet when we get to base, it may just be an energon leak or something."
The rest of the ride was silent, both beings taking in the events, Bumblebee, who had been driving non-stop, began to feel even worse then before. He felt like he was melting, and not in the burning way, melting as in, his body was slowly getting smaller, heavier, harder to move around.
Eventually though, they made it to the ship, just in time too, the carrier ship was about to load off.
The ride would take a day at most, so Sam took that time to shower, get dressed in a cool army get-up uniform and take a few hours rest.
Bumblebee on the other hand, wasn't fairing so well. Said mech stood at his full height, looking over the side of the ship, one hand on the railing, the other on his helm.
He couldn't focus, he tried to recharge, but his processor wouldn't shut down, it refused. He scrubbed at his faceplate, finally dropping roughly on his aft, looking up at the nights sky. He was dizzy, he willed himself to be shut off into stasis.
Bumblebee turned himself around until his back leaned against a large crane vehicle. his optics dimmed as his shoulders slumped, he just wanted to rest, just for a little bit...