Authors Note: Uwah!!! I'm so sorry D: I completely forgot I had this story in writing. I'm so sorry guys! I've been busy with this new course I'm on and other things ._. also my lack of inspiration has been an absolute killer. Anyway, I should be back now. And I'm determined to finish this story, seeing as I have a bad habit of writing stories and then leaving them _; Hopefully my writing skill has improved somewhat so I can write the story better ^w^ Sorry again~
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Seven months, three weeks, five days, eight hours and twenty-one minutes in counting. That's, roughly, how long this mayhem has been going on for. It started the same cliqued way that you'd see in the movies, with an infection. A virus that spread quicker than anything you'd ever seen. One drop of infected blood in to your system and that's it, you were gone. It spread like wildfire, and soon enough the whole world was in chaos.
We have no idea what started it, or even if there's a cure. None of us knew how many survivors are out there, if there are any. As far as we were concerned, it was them against us, and we have no intention of standing down and losing to those things.
Theoretically, they shouldn't last very long. You have to destroy the brain to destroy them (otherwise they'll keep coming back) and it seems like they're decomposing like a regular deceased human, so surely in a matter of months their brain will rot away and they'll just... die? Well that's what I hope anyway. It also seems like the virus only affects humans. I don't know what I'd do if I saw a dead dog running about the place.
And who knows, just because they're not... well, zombies I suppose... doesn't mean that they don't carry around the infection in their system.
It's a scary thought, but something I couldn't help but wonder about, especially when I'm on my own, doing the night shift.
My name's Jean Havoc. I'm twenty-eight years old and probably not going to live past my thirties. Before this whole thing started, I had terrible luck with women, so I have no partner, or kids. I shot my last ex-girlfriend in the face after she got infected.
It felt good.
I'm tall, the second tallest in our group, with Farman closely following. The tallest out of us is Armstrong. He's a beast of a man, but very gentle most of the time. He hasn't been the same since he found out his beloved family had been infected, save his older sister Olivia, who was here with us at the time. She's a hardcore military bitch, but really quite attractive… anyway, enough of that.
The sky was incredibly clear tonight. The moon was full and almost orange with star clusters littering the sky. There was hardly a cloud in site. These were the kind of things you noticed when you were up here on your own, with nothing but the sky as company. Usually I wouldn't have noticed these kinds of things… but when you're in a situation like I am, you see the true beauty of Mother Earth. Maybe this whole epidemic was Mother Nature's way of telling us our time was over. We've done so many horrible and wrong things to her that she's had enough and is telling us we need to move on and let Nature take its course.
There kind of thoughts really made you appreciate the little things around you, especially your own life. Now, looking back on it, I have made some stupid mistakes in my life, and I really regret some of the things I have done.
Recently we found two more survivors (well, more like they found us). Two brothers, with a bond so strong it made me kind of jealous. I'd never been too close to my family but seeing those two brothers made me really regret separating myself from them. I wish I'd spent more time with them. I wonder if they've even survived.
Those two boys went through a lot. They watched their mother become one of the first to be infected, and had survived all these months locked away in a tiny apartment with little food or water. It really is amazing how they survived, the survival instincts of a human being, especially those so young.
Just then, the lid to the roof popped open and I almost jumped five feet in the air. Regaining my composure, I watched as Breda slowly crawled out of the hole with a grunt and sat himself beside me. Out of all of us, I'd have to say Breda was my best friend. We've been friends for years and years now. We're the same rank and we've been out on many missions together, so there's quite a strong bond between us.
I smirked somewhat as Breda took out a chocolate bar from his pocket and unwrapped it, eating it slowly to savor the taste. He's always loved his food, so he's a bit on the large side. Needless to say he was devastated when we had to start rationing.
"You alright Havoc?" He asked, glancing over at me. I nodded a little and turned my attention back to the sky, realizing I had been staring a little bit.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I replied half-heartedly. Breda didn't seem totally convinced but let it go for now.
"I was talking to Hawkeye about going on another salvage mission," Breda continued as he shifted his weight to get comfortably. I had to say… sitting on corrugated iron wasn't exactly the most comfortable thing I've ever sat on. "Seems like we're in a bit of a situation concerning food supplies," He said.
Tearing my eyes from the sky, I looked up at him, blinking curiously. "Oh yeah? I thought we were doing fine for the moment," I commented, taking a cigarette out of my jacket pocket and grasping it between my lips as I fumbled around my pockets for a lighter. I have a really bad smoking habit, but it's not like it matters now. I'll be lucky if I die of cancer. Finding a lighter, I flipped it open and took in a deep drag of nicotine as the cigarette was lit. Breathing it out, I watched as the smoke disappeared in to the atmosphere.
Breda shook his head at my comment, though. "Hawkeye made the suggestion that we should start trying to grow our own food, like potatoes and stuff like that," He said, although he didn't sound too pleased with the idea of living off of vegetables.
I nodded my head a little. "That's a good idea, it would help us a lot," I said. "It'd feel weird though… I can't say I've ever grown my own food before, so it'll be an interesting experience,"
"Yeah, thing is though, we ain't got none of the stuff to grow anything with… so that means we're gonna have to go in to the city,"
Although I knew it was coming, I still couldn't help but shudder. That city was like a giant death trap, with zombies crawling all over the place. It would be a risky and dangerous mission. Hawkeye and Mustang barely made it out alive after they hijacked that car. Taking a deep drag of my cigarette, I held it between my fingers and sighed out the smoke, worrying my lip with my teeth somewhat.
"Well I guess we can't avoid it forever… we'll need to go back in there again sometime, no matter how much we try and put it off," I said, flicking the ash from the end of the stick and holding it between my lips again. "Has Fuery fixed up the van?" I asked. I'd developed a rather handy skill of keeping my cigarette in my mouth as I spoke, from all those years of smoking. "Yep, they're heading off tomorrow. Anyway, it's the end of your shift, go and get some rest," Breda said, taking the gun I kept beside me and the walky-talky. I nodded my head with an appreciative smile and climbed down the ladder, yawning as I headed off to my bunk to get some rest.
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"Havoc, wake up,"
Lifting one eye open, I looked over at Hawkeye, who stood fully dressed at my doorway with her hands on her hips. She had that same 'fuck with me and I'll kill you' look on her face, and sometimes I wondered if she even had any other expressions.
"What? What is it?" I asked, sitting myself up and rubbing my eyes as I yawned. I glanced at the clock and winced. It was way too early for me to even move. This probably had something to do with the fact they were going on a big salvage mission today. Oh God, I hope they weren't expecting me to go along too?
"You're coming with us," Bollocks "So get suited up and meet us near the entrance where I'll debrief you," Hawkeye said firmly before turning around and walking off.
Sighing, I scratched my head and stretched. Getting up and grabbing my clothes that I had folded and left on the chair in my room I tugged them on lazily and dusted myself down. I assumed I didn't have time for a shower, seeing as Hawkeye had seemed so urgent. Crap, that probably meant no time for a morning smoke. Oh well, I'd light one up on the way.
Making sure I had everything (cigarettes, lighter, body armor, gun, knife and grenades on my belt, knife hidden on shin and gun hidden on shin) I tugged on my gloves and headed off towards the main entrance, where Fuery was going over the van and Mustang, Hawkeye, Farman and Breda were packing up a few things to take with us.
"You're going out there?" a voice asked from behind me, and I turned around to look in to the eyes of the older brother that had been rescued the day before. I think his name was Ed or something. He looked very distraught about something
"Afraid so, just gotta get a few things, but we'll be back before you know-"
"Take me with you!"
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Authors Note: Dun dun dun! Cliff hanger! Once again I'm sorry for the lack of updates… but here is your long awaited fourth chapter! It's not that good ^_^; but I wanted an excuse to use Havoc… my favorite x3 Don't forget to R&R!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Fullmetal Alchemist characters used in this story.
