A / N : Had a weird dream where Gunner met my OFC Roxy and they slayed zombies together. This is me taking that idea and running with it. The Expendables surviving the zombie apocalypse with a few OCs.

A /N 2: If you've read "Something Just Like This" (The Vampire Diaries/Originals Fic featuring Klaus & my OFC Roxy), yes, that is the same Roxy but I've dropped her into another universe. There will be identical things and very similar things, so you're not going crazy. Roxy here and Roxy there are the same person, but in a different universe.

Chapter 1
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Gunner POV

I can't believe this shit. We've survived this long only to be seperated and taken out by a bunch of hood rats?
Lee got stabbed. When he got a fever we knew infection was setting in and we needed something to take care of it before it could kill him. We cleaned house to get here and when we did, a bunch of rats came outta nowhere. We didn't hear shit until they opened fire on us. Fucking thing won't stop bleeding and without any firepower, they were forced to leave me here.
Bring it rats! I'll take you assholes with me!

Or I'll just pass out right here. Fuck you all. If I die here, I'll eat you when I get up.

When I'm coming to, I'm drowsy. I'm warm and a lotta that warmth is coming from the body next to me.

"Relax. You're safe."

"I am relaxed."

"You're rigid." She brings one arm down and on that arm she is up on her elbow. "You've got stitches. I didn't want you freaking out and ripping them open. You lost a lotta blood and got cold. This was the best way to heat you up without going too fast and causing damage to your tissues."

"Well . . . this has gotta be the first time I woke up next to a woman that I didn't fuck."

She smirks, "Sorry hun, I doubt you had enough blood in your body for that and it's no fun when you keep going soft. You warm enough?"

"Toasty. You a doctor?"

"No. I'm that person that hates doctors so I learn to do it myself."

"Great. Amature doctor."

"I could've left your ass in there to die. You're welcome."

"Thanks."

"Oh, relax with that tone. You make it sound like I performe open heart surgery on you with shit on my hands."

I smile. "Sorry hun. Thank-you, for not leaving me there to die and turn into one of the ghouls. Then eating you would have a whole different meaning."

She's blushing. "You're a pig."

"I wish I was. But that's only if it's true their orgasm lasts for an hour. I can totally live with that."

"But then you'd get eaten."

"Look at me- I'm gorgeous. If I was a pig, I'd be a breeder."

"I've seen better."

"Bitch."

"Your mother." She gets up and stretches.

"Damn, where the hell have you been?"

"Stalker tried to kill me. I never enlisted."

"You have tags."

"From Sean."

"Husband?"

"No."

"Boyfriend?"

"No."

"The stalker you killed and took it as a trophy?"

"Way off." She's got her pants on and is zipping up a black jean shirt. "He was a SEAL turned private security. Fucker survives the sand box full of shit, police work, FBI work, and cancer only to die death
by stalker bitch stabbing him in the back 18 times."

"18 times?"

"Total. And the kicker is outta all 18 of those, the one that did him in was the one to his liver. Ain't that some shit?"

"He wasn't much of a guard if the stalker still got you." I sit up on my elbows and look down at myself.

"It's complecated and I'm not in the mood for details." She picks up a bottled water, pops the top and hands it to me. "You need liquids to replenish your blood so bottoms up."

"Shouldn't I be having orange juice or something then?"

"Unless you got an orange groove up that ass, neither of us are having oranges any time soon. But I got apple juice if you want one. I hate it."

"Why take it?"

"Beggers can't be choosers. You don't have ashma. Why take an inhailer?"

"How do you know?"

"Because military doesn't take liabilites like that. But thanks. You saved me the trouble of looting the place."

"The other half of it's with my group. You see a bunch of guys trolling through the city?"

"I haven't seen much of anything the past few days, but I did see a ford truck pissing off in the wrong direction."

"Wrong direction how?"

"They're heading in to the city, not out of it. This is the closest I've come because all other places I've checked have been looted, and I'm not going any farther. It's just a dumb idea. Cramped areas, denser population, not to mention the hospital. I will suffocate before going to a hospital."

"Shit. You didn't stop them?!"

"It's eight months into the apocalypse. Y'know what I've encountered since then? Men outnumber women six to one, and in the past month alone one guy tried to date rape me, another tried to corner me and got his pecker bit off, and going back even farther, there's a psycho cult breeding over yonder." She points. "Who attempted to brain wash me into being one of seven broodmares he's got knocked up because apparently reproduction is more important than safety or food and water. So no, if I see a bunch of men roaming around, I'm staying the fuck away from them."

"You picked me up."

"You're one and you're injured. I'll approach a single person before I will a group and approach military before civilians."

"Former. I'm retired."

More or less.

"Regardless. I figure if you can handle working with women in the core, you're more likely to be a little less handsy. And like I said, you're injured. That gives me the advantage and I will exploit it if need
be. So you've got a choice: behave or I drop you where I'm parked and you can huff it with nothing but the clothes you're wearing."

"I'll behave. Promise. But I'm still gonna oogle you. I ain't seen a breathing woman in about three months. Can't completely blame a guy, can ya?"

"Well, I'm a eight so no, guess I can't."

"Eight?"

"Are you disagreeing?"

"No. I'm just trying to figure out why you took 2 points off."

"You did see the scarring, right?" She shows me the left side of her face that's got half a Glasgow grin that continues up across the side of her face and stops at the center of her forehead. "Looks like someone tried to carve my face off."

"Yeah, but I've still seen worse and scars are hot. Wanna see some of mine?"

"I think I've seen enough of you for now. You hungry?"

"Starving. Please tell me you've got something other than beans."

"Vienna saussage," She's looking at the racks on the wall. "dozens of beans, tuna but I got no whip. Beeferoni, peanutbutter, jellys, everything you can think of made into a bar and the staple of the apocalylpse," She holds up a box. "Crackers."

"Whatever you're having, I guess. That's all a bunch of shit." I belch after downing half that water and some of the apple juice.

She comes over with the crackers, tuna, BBQ vienna sausage and some kinda oil.

"Chipotle oil?"

"Some spice for the tuna. It makes it more bearable."

I ease up into a sitting position and flinch at the cold wall.

"Are we in a truck?"

"Rent-A-Center truck. It's more durable than an RV, more oomph, and it's higher up." She puts the pillow between me and the wall. "The only thing I don't like is going back to the dark ages with a literal toilet bowl."

She points to a spot closest to the door.

"You gotta go, you chuck that shit outside."

It's a wide, deep-dish bowl with black sharpie on it that reads SHITTER. The perk there is she's got toilet paper. Guess that was expected. Women can't shake it off.

She gives me a fork and pops the top on the vienna sausage before dividing it evenly and then I get the last one.

"Ladies first."

"Argue with me and it'll go up your ass."

"That's the second time you've mentioned my ass. You got a fetish or somethin'?"

"Some women like a guy with long hair, some like him with glasses, some like 'em stick thin, abs. I'm a butt girl. Before you get the wrong picture, no, I wasn't oogling you while you were unconscious."

"I would."

She's dividing the tuna on the crackers so we both get six with tuna on it.

"I'm a boob guy. Got any beer?"

"I don't drink and you're not getting any while you're injured."

"So you do have alcohol? But you don't drink it? What do you use it for?"

"What do you think steralized your injury? And it's good for trade."

"You alone?"

"At the moment."

"Seperated?"

"Um-hm." She licks the oil off her fingers. "Where were you?"

"You really wanna know?"

She shrugs to show she doesn't really care. When I don't answer, she doesn't pry. A lotta women pry. I hate it.

"What's that?"

"Movement around the truck."

"You have motion sensors on your truck? What did you do before this?"

"Roxanne Bathory, you may call me Rox, Roxy, but not Anne. Billionair, author, home renovation and security as well as a lotta other things."

She has a laptop that must be connected to the outside.

"It's just ghouls."

And returns to eating.

"How big is your group?"

"No comment."

"I'm not gonna do anything to ya."

"That's how it usually starts out and then shit changes real fast. I'm not saying and you're gonna deal with it."

That makes me think there is no group or her group is very small. People think woman, I can easily win against her. People learn their group is bigger than hers, and they decide to rob an kill them if they have to. I get it.

When we're done, she puts the tray and oil back and tosses the cans in a bag. She takes a long drink before grabbing a spear from under the bed. She opens a hatch in the door and taps the spear a few times. They investigate the noise only to get jabbed in the head.
Once she's done she sits at the laptop.

"Frye, are you there?"

"Hey Rox! It's Bree. I'll get him. He's nibbling on hot pocket. You should've seen him turn into Rambo when he saw 7-11 still had a hotpocket and the zombie was in his way."

"I thought we agreed not to call them zombies."

"But why?"

"Because it's ridiculous."

"Whatever Rox. I'll call 'em what I want."

"Hey boss lady! How life on the road?"

"It's alright. I need you to look for a vehicle for me. It's a red ford truck. The other is a canary yellow hummer."

"How'd you know?"

"I saw your expression when I mentioned them. I knew you knew them."

"Who's that? You find yourself a manly man out there?"

"Yes." I get up and move over to the computer where they've got a video feed on.

"I got movement but it's not either one of those vehicles. It looks like a black Escalade."

"How can he know that?"

"The FBI is gone. The CIA is gone. The NSA is gone. There's no one keeping me outta anything anymore. I'll do a wider scan. But if you're interested, the black escalade is outside of what looks like a duplex."

"They're probably the assholes that shot you. I've seen a black Escalade around here and there."

"It was an all guy group, 4 hood rats with automatic weapons. One got lucky."

"People get shot. It wasn't a poke at your ego, he-man. Can you gimme a layout of current hot spots?"

"Yeah, gimme a minute."

"Who is he?"

"I required a nerd on demand to keep my businesses with the latest tech and security."

"I love you too, Rox."

"If I didn't love you Frye, I wouldn't pamper you."

"Ta-da. Did it based upon the police and private cams that are still active in the area. Red's a bad idea. The black star is you. The black X is the Escalade. The red star's the others. FYI, they're on the move and they're taking a bad route back towards city limits. Any of them still have a cellphone?"

"No."

"Radio?"

"Just what's in the car."

"Have you found Val and Oric?"

"They're outside the city at a truck stop. Oric and I spoke. He says everything's cool. They lost only 2 people and gained five. They're just waitin' on you. Val won't move any farther without you. Ain't that sweet?"

"Yeah. So sweet. It takes a tumor and the apocalypse for him to get over the age difference. If it wasn't possible for him to die in his sleep tomorrow, I'd tell him to shove it up his ass."

"It's a pretty big age gap."

"Frye."

"Yeah, yeah. MYOB. Okay. These green dots are places that sell food. These yellow ones are places that sell gas, diesel and propane. Purple dots are homes with registered weapons and blue are weapons dealers."

"Okay . . ."

I can tell she's thinking.

"How clogged is the traffic to here?" She touches the screen and it lights up.

Their conversation goes on and on until she's decided the best route to go.

"One more thing, any places that sell medications? Preferably prescriptions."

"Coming up." He adds orange dots to the map.

She breathes in deeply. "Okay. I'll call ya later. We're gonna get a move on. Keep an eye on the red canary. I wanna catch up to them later. How's things there?"

"Mom's bitchy. The place is fine. Everything's pretty chill."

"Okay. I'll call ya later. Bye Frye. Bye Bree."

"Be safe girlfriend." Bree tells her and the screen goes black.

She's adjusted the charger so it runs off of a battery.

"He's very useful. Where is he? Home?"

"Home."

"In?"

"Montana." She breathes in deeply. "This is my stash. If you steal from me, I'll do something horrible to you while you're sleeping. Take this for pain. This for infection that may or may not set in. This, change it at least once a day. Use this, it's antibacterial and aids in regeneration. Any questions?"

"Yeah, how long before you decide to take me back to my group? Or do I gotta tie you to the bed to get ya outta my way?"

"We're less than two miles away from somewhere with provisions. Not just food and water, but OTC meds and hygienic stuff I need. So unless you want a in-depth talk about how a woman's period works, we're going to the store," She points, "and we're getting me some pads because I'm not sitting in my own soil!"

"Okay."

"Good."

"You don't gotta scream about it. Just say so. Ya moody bitch. Get some chocolate while you're in there."

"It's not due for another two weeks, but apocalypse stress and weird diet's messed it up. I'm off the birth control and the meds so yes, I'm a moody bitch. I don't like when I have to explain WHY I need to go to where I need to go. You think I wanna be in the city? Full of bottom feeding assholes that don't realize we're all in the same sinking ship."

She sits in the driver seat.

"I didn't know their trucks were like this."

"It's been renovated to suit my needs. Sit down so we can go."

I take a seat in the front and she starts it up. There's a fucking plow on the front end that just pushes everything outta the way if it gets too close. She backs it up all the way to the loading dock.

"You stay here. And I fucking mean it. I don't wanna run in to you while I'm in there, mistake you for something else and shoot you in the face. Also, this is lo-jacked. You can't steal it without me. Don't eat all my shit. Don't drink all my shit. No alcohol."
Her choice in weapons is handguns, one automatic, two hawk-axes, and she changes again. The zip up shirt is gone, revealing a cami, and in it's place goes a bullet proof vest and on top of it goes a long-sleeved shirt.

"Don't take too long."

"Yes grandpa."

"I'm not that old and you're not that young either. I see that gray."

"Silver."

"Gray."

"Silver. Are you blind? Or do you not know your colors?"

I lean down to her eye level. "Gray. And I'm coming with you."

"You're injured."

"But not dead."

"And if you don't heal, you'll be useless when and if I need you. I've been in these places before. I'm sure I'll live. You," she grabs me by the balls, "back up."

When I don't move, she squeezes. I take one step, two.

"Woman, I'm not above slapping the shit out of you if you don't let go of my junk."

She just smiles, lets go and darts out the back door, closing it behind her. Jesus, fuck! The first woman I see in three months and she's gotta grab my junk like it's a stress ball. But I gotta give it to her- she's got spine and I like me a woman with some sass. Keeps things fun, y'know?