Sorry about the wait. Again. Life is hectic and I'm in a bit of a rut.
Hope it's okay.
"You know who else fell from Heaven? Lucifer." Giggled the hoarse voice. The violent version of Mia smirked, nudging Ash's own doppelgänger.
"You know you're fit for the throne baby," He gave a cheesy grin, pulling the hair that he had gripped in his palm, causing her to groan in both pleasure and pain, and she nipped at his lower lip, "With me right next to ya."
"If we can pull off this whole apocalypse thing, that's gonna be the next step!" She laughed, then let out a sharp yelp when his teeth found the sensitive corner of her neck.
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"Hmm..." Mia hummed, looking at the can of cold beans in her hand, lifting it to look at the bottom, "It doesn't expire for another two years. All of this must have happened pretty fast."
"Guess so. Must have been one Hell of an Apocalypse." Mia gave him a look, "No pun intended."
"Well shit," Mia shook her head, watching as Ash had maneuvered the can open, simply by sanding down the top on a brick, handing it to her, and then doing the other, "Aren't you mister survival skills?"
"Boy Scouts," he shrugged, "Teaches you nothin' now. Well, then."
"You mean your time?"
"Yup. '86 was a hell of a year."
"That's the year I was born." Mia rose her brows, "So that's the year it all started huh?"
"Yup." He sighed, looking almost sorrowful for a moment, "Never know what you're destined for until it happens."
"And then you're not prepared for it..." She huffed, remembering her painful transition into madness, and then total darkness, this caused her to shudder, "...so cold."
"It's pretty warm if you ask me." He groaned, looking to the burning sky.
"Huh?"
"You said it's cold."
"I wasn't talking about- never mind." She shook her head.
"So," Ash changed the subject, "What's 2013 like? Got flyin' cars and shit yet?"
Mia chuckled, "No. But we do have a black president... And I have this thing called a playstation 3."
Ash's brows rose, "Groovy."
They became silent.
"The fuck is a playstation?"
Mia simply burst out laughing, highly amused by his face.
"It- well it plays video games."
"Is it like a new Nintendo or somethin'?"
"It's a Sony system."
"And then made three of them?"
"Yup."
Silence filled the air again.
"Playstation. Not a name I would have chosen," He shook his head, "Sounds like a whore house."
Mia almost spit out the food in her mouth, trying not to laugh. She covered her mouth, attempting to regain composure. Ash simply smiled at her, enjoying her reaction.
"It's not the only gaming system- I mean there's the Xbox and Nintendo Wii-"
"Fuckin' really?"
Mia simply nodded, Ash shaking his head, "though you've missed the best system, Dreamcast."
"At least the name ain't stupid." He mumbled, "Next you'll be telling me Corey Haim is dead. Loved that kid in Lucas."
"Well..." Mia looked away, Ash simply groaning in awkward woe.
As the conversation continued on, changes of the future, Mia learning more about the past, the unnatural stirred. Blood beginning to seep through the cracks in the wall, the demon hunters unaware of the mess occurring.
The puddle of blood began to solidify, the form of the undead they hadn't properly taken care of, now with more mass, two heads, and a sticky substance perspiring from it, soon overcasting the shadows of the wall, consuming Ash's own.
Mia struck silent, panicking briefly in Ash's new confusion. She swiftly grabbed him and pulled, the monster crashing in place of him.
Both stood quickly, readying their weapons, "Fuck," Ash cursed, "It's sticky and has two fucking heads."
The beast howled, finding its foot now on the fire they had built, almost instantly engulfed in the flames. Mia could have sworn it grinned at her.
"And now it's on fucking fire!"
Not allowing them to be cornered, Ash pushed Mia away, using her briefly as bait, the deadite went after her, only able to briefly be angered by Ash's action, she tumbled away from it, only to be swiped at by its claws, which tore twin gashes in her arm. She simply groaned, grabbing the wound and throwing herself against the door to escape.
The being continued to pursue her, and Mia quickly turned, slashing the beast's side with her chainsaw. Ash, having the same idea attacked it from behind, easily disabling the actions of the beast, to which it collapsed, and ceased to move.
Mia immediately looked to Ash, turning her weapon off, a painful look on her face, "What am I just bait to you?"
"What? No! You wouldn't have been able to hit it from the angle we were trapped at anyway." Ash took offense to her remark, turning off his chainsaw.
She huffed angrily, nostrils flaring, "Well next time I ain't savin' your ass."
Watching her back as she began to walk away, he groaned, "I could have moved on my own."
"A simple thank you could suffice, instead of your constant arrogance."
He sighed, following her, "You're right. I'm sorry I used you as bait."
She became quiet, looking down a dark alleyway.
"Earth to Mia-"
"Shh!" She nudged him, stepping forward into the alley.
Before she knew it, she came face to face with a titanium baseball bat, and she lifted her arms in surrender.
"You one of them?" The deeper female voice questioned.
"A deadite? Does she look like one?" Ash spat, shaking his head.
"You're not from around here. Doppelgängers aren't a rare occurrence, you'd be a bad doppelgänger, girl."
"What makes you say that?" Mia questioned, "Not that I am one."
"You look almost just like me..." The girls stepped from the shadows. It was clear she was similar, but not quite. She had a stronger jaw, sharper nose, some sharper features. But their eyes and brows were identical, along with their lips, ears, cheeks, and apparently their hair.
"Kid, you can't be "almost just" like someone-" Ash flinched when he was poked hard in the abdomen with her bat, causing Mia to laugh.
"You know what I mean, old man." The girl sneered.
"Ignoring the fact that we look oddly similar... When you say "around here"- does that mean there are other survivors?"
The girl nodded, resting the bat on her shoulder, "There's ain't a lot of us. Most can't fight because they're sick or wounded, too young, or whatever."
"What's your name, girl?" Ash rose his brows.
"Cyn... Cyn Williams."