(Author's note, I would like to state that I'm sorry for the delay...school and such isn't going to great, so I'm focusing on that. Updates will be slower then before. Anyhow, the story continues, and we start to see a bit of what an apocalypse can do to a man...)
A few seconds before...
There was no way that the Medic could save the Sniper and survive himself. Or was there? A plan formed in the Medic's mind. He reached for his backpack, smiling.
"GO TO HELL YOU GERMAN BASTARD!" The medic almost wanted to stop his plan but he carried on. They had to survive, together!
"GO TO HELL-" The Medic ignored it, and stood ready "AND DIE IN A DITCH!"
As the structure collapsed the Medic leaped forward, after the Sniper. He pulled out his medigun, and Übered the Sniper mere moments before they hit the ground. The powerful blue glow surrounded the Sniper and protected him from the fall damage.
The Sniper stared at his own hands, oblivious to the zombies around him. "What..." He said, in confusion. His mind couldn't grasp what just happened. Did he survive? Was he in heaven?
The medic had already wasted 3 seconds of their precious 8-second übercharge. He assumed that the Sniper was suffering from some kind of shock. He reached for the Sniper and pulled him away from the zombies into a door nearby. The Medic pushed the Sniper inside, before closing the door behind him.
The Sniper breathed in and out heavily. "Bloody, god damn, HELL!" He looked up at the Medic that was now keeping the door closed by putting his body against it.
"You vill be fine, get over it."
"Thanks...Doc...I take everything back." Slowly the Australian man got up.
"Zank me latar, hilf me now!" Multiple zombies were starting to bonk against the window. Slowly cracks started to appear.
"If I move from zis door zey vill come in. Und I cannot stay much longer."
"All right, doc, here's the plan. You run past me, up the stairs. I cover our back. Like a team." The Sniper aimed his Sniper rifle at the window next to the door and shot two zombies through the head.
A small moment later two new zombies were banging on the window. The cracks grew, and the window started to budge
"NOW!" The Medic ran towards the Sniper, ducking halfway. As soon as the medic abandoned the door it was pushed open by the zombies. The Sniper launched an accurate storm of gunfire in their direction. The window broke, and zombies started streaming into the room.
"WAIT ON THE ROOF!" The Sniper stood his ground as the medic moved past him up the stairs. The zombies never stopped coming, and at the very last moment the sniper decided to retreat to a higher level, with the undead chasing after him.
The first floor had only two rooms, a larger bedroom, and a study room. The Sniper knew that the zombies were relentless and had the numbers to overwhelm them. He entered the study room, hoisted a wooden chair, and threw down the stairs. He hoped that he at least had done some damage, or kept the zombies back for just a bit longer.
Sniper looked at the underside of the desk 'Now that's what I'm talkin' about!" He ran over to the far end of the desk and started pushing. The desk slowly moved, but not far enough. The Sniper positioned the side of the desk to be facing the stairway, and give it all he could. The desk came crashing down the stairs, knocking over multiple zombies. However, it didn't block the path up, as the Sniper would have wanted it to. "Dammit!"
He ran up the last set of stairs that led to the roof. "Doc, I can't hold em off for long! We've got to get on the roof again."
"Jawohl!" The medic pointed at a ladder, exactly the same like the last one. Reluctantly both of them got onto the roof again.
"Move slowly. If it cracks, we jump back." Step by step they crossed the roof to the last ladder down. They had to make the nervous choice of moving faster and risk falling, or falling behind and face the zombies.
"Now, when we get to Truckie, you talk to him first. I don't want to get this far and get shot by a paranoid Texan."
"Vhat do you mean? Did you never tell him zat you were on RED?"
"Of course not, doc! The only way I could get him to trust me is to act as if I were on BLU. If I even told him I was on RED he would have broken the connection after calling me "Eh Bloodeh SPAH!" The Sniper did a mocking rendition of the Engineer's southern accent that sounded like one of Spy's many mocking accents.
"Und you vant me to convince him zat ve are vorking together?"
"If he's behind a radio he can stop us finding and talking to him. If we're in his face, he can't,
And besides, I didn't go out here just for shits and giggles! That hard-hatted Texan is going with us weather he likes it or not! The Sniper realized that he was getting quite worked-up about this, and decided to take a deep sigh.
He decided to channel his anger into subdued sarcasm"Wonderful, now we go down again. I wonder what's going to happen next? More zombies?"
"I zink so, yes." The medic nodded. "Ve vill be facing a lot more of zem before ze day is over."
"I can't wait. Woohoo."
Now, the Medic and Sniper faced their worst enemy: more stairs! Sniper was suddenly reminded of some old game called "Snakes and Ladders." Only then the game had no snakes, and it was all about climbing stairs.
"All right, the 7th floor. Truckie should be up here somewhere." The Sniper could softly hear the distinct sound of an active mini sentry. "You go first. Get him to trust you and lure him away from his sentry, where we can freely talk. Or just get him to shut down his sentry. Either way will be fine."
The Medic sighed. Knowing the engineer, both were going to be difficult. "Hello! Engineer! Are you zhere!" The whole building had been painted blue on the inside and on the outside.
"Anybody there? Sniper, is that you?" The voice of the Engineer sounded much more stressed then usual. "Show yourself!"
"I am here, Engineer!" The medic walked over to the sound of the mini-sentry. Behind it stood it's owner, with a shotgun drawn and a mean look on his face
"Hello medic. Where's sniper?"
"He is over here, could you come out here. We need to talk to you."
"Of course!" The engineer's voice sounded just a tad too happy, but the Medic attributed that to an end to Engie's loneliness
The medic looked to the right, nodding at the Sniper to come over.
As the engineer reached the medic the smile turned into a mean look. The Texan leaped foreward and pushed over the Medic, and then launched a shotgun blast at the right. The Sniper had enough time to jump behind cover and avoid the gunfire.
"So, spah. You need your Snipes to help you kill me? Afraid your lil' french face can't deal with me any more? You tried to trap me, but you two are the ones in the trap. The Engineer leaned forward , looking the Medic right in the eye. "You will lean to fear me, boy, for I am the."
The Medic had had enough. The engineer was obviously suffering from sleep starvation which would most likely have yanked up his paranoia far beyond his usual levels.
"You will regret the day you crossed paths with me." The engineer put his shotgun up to Medic's head.
"Any last words, Frenchie?"
"Nein." With one swift yet powerful backhand slap the Medic had knocked the engineer off balance.
"What the-" The engineer expected the Medic to shift into his real form of the spy, but nothing happened.
"I am ze Medic."
"What is this trickery!" The engineer noticed that he had dropped his shotgun, but as he wanted to reach for it the medic kicked it away. The gun skid across the floor a bit until it came to a halt on the edge of the hallway
"You can come out now, Sniper"
"Are you bloody sure of that?" The Sniper peeked out of the room he was hiding in/
"Yes. Engineer, do not attack him, ve have somezing important to say."
"Truckie, I came out to get you, and not to get shot by you!"
"You're a bloody SPAH!" The Medic slapped the engineer again.
"Nein, verdammt, now, listen!" The Medic grabbed the Engineer by his shoulder "Respawn is down everyone else is DEAD and zhere are zombies everyvhere! Vhe, zat is, Sniper and I, are vorking together to survive. You either join us or die alone!"
"Couldn't have said it better meself. Truckie, I know, that we're on opposite teams. But right now, everyone who isn't a zombie is on the same side! Get your stuff, we're going back to my base.
The engineer was quiet for a while. The Sniper and Medic wanted to get out of here, but they didn't want him to freak out as well.
"So you two are working together?" The engineer looked up at the two.
"Yes. I saved his life, and he saved mine. Now, are you going with us?"
'I haven't seen anyone else then you in a while. 'Guess it's better to be with a team, even if they used to be your enemies. "
"Now zat, is vhat we vhant to hear. How fast can ve move?"
"Gimme a minute, metaphorically speakin'." The engineer idly turned around, starting to gather his stuff.
Subdued, the Sniper whispered to the Medic 'What the heck got into him? I know he's paranoid of spies, but this is... too much"
"A combination of loneliness, stress und a lack sleep. Ve need our sleep almost as much as ve need our food. He has been reading words on dispenser screens for far too long. He loves it so much he even claims it to be the future of reading!"
"Can't he just read a damn book?"
"I have been suggesting zat to him, but nein, his screen is more important then his eyes. Zen again, his performance has not been affected...so far."
"I can hear you two talkin', doc." The Engie popped out his head "And I am dissapoint."
"ted" The Sniper blurted out after a while. "He's not even finishing his sentences."
"Ve came in time...imagine how he vould have been a month later."
The Sniper quickly pushed the idea of a severely unhinged Engie out of his mind. "I thought everyone would slowly go nuts in this eternal cycle of death, but, I never would have figured it would be loneliness that did Engie in."
"He is not a bushmen like you. Neither am I. Ve humans, ve need each other."
"All set up...I mean, set down." The Engie was carrying two large toolboxes on his shoulders. But it was obvious to both the Sniper and the Medic that he would be dropping them soon
"Do you really need those?"
"Eeyup." He stumbled a bit but managed to retain his balance
"Engie, the undead are everywhere. We can't be afford to be slowed down like that."
"Who are you calling slow, you scoping skunk? Who knows about machines, you or me?"
"Ach, fine! Let me carry one of zem then!" The Medic grabbed one of the tool boxes , almost dropping one when finding out how heavy they were. Their trip home was not going to be fast, and the day was almost over.
"Here we go again. Stay close, both of ya."