A/N: I know it took forever to update this, but you know, fanfiction writing isn't my main focus. I've been real busy lately so yeah. Sorry if this seems rushed, I tried. Enjoy!
Many hours later, the train finally stopped. Felix groaned as he opened his eyelids, and sneezed as he realized the sack he was in was full of dust. He grunted in annoyance when he felt himself being lifted out of the train car, as he was jostled around in the sack. Snake and Jund jumped out with the sack in their arms and Red followed. They made their way into a moderate sized, broken down building which had a sealed off front entrance. They made an abrupt turn and took a hidden entrance through the back, which only members of Russ' gang knew about. Felix couldn't see any of this, however, and simply sighed. He wished they'd just let him out of the sack and taken him in normally, it's not like he'd try to resist. He was exhausted from struggling earlier, and even more tired after he'd woken up from his several hours of uncomfortable sleep.
Finally, Felix felt the sack being placed on the ground. "Get out of there," Red commanded sharply. Felix obeyed, not because he had respect for her or feared her, but because what else could he do? Besides, he was sick of being in that sack in which he could barely breathe or move. He got out, and stretched, as if he'd just gotten out of bed in the morning. Red groaned behind him.
"Come on, Russ won't wait!" she urged.
Felix rolled his eyes. Russ. That idiot who made enemies with all other survivor groups simply because he was such a hothead. Felix would've sooner died than willingly stepped into this place, but what other options did he have? Try to escape? He'd surely be killed.
Felix made his way to Russ' quarters, flanked by Snake and Jund, and with Red behind him, wielding a gun in case he tried to run.
Finally, the four made it to Russ' room. Before Red opened the door, she warned Felix, "No funny business. Russ wants you in his gang, you should be honored."
Felix nearly laughed. "Honored? Yeah, sure. That guy is gonna get himself killed with all the enemies he's made. He's a moron. A truly smart man would learn to make allies out of all other survivors."
Red's eyes narrowed in anger. She apparently held very deep respect and admiration for Russ, Felix couldn't imagine why.
"Shut up," Red snapped. "We are his allies. We're the strong ones, the ones who'll survive this epidemic and rebuild society."
Felix rolled his eyes again, inwardly groaning. She obviously had no idea that Miami was already working on getting a cure for the outbreak, and he had no intention of telling her. Instead, he kept quiet as Red opened the door and led him inside, Snake and Jund following behind.
When they made it inside, the man sitting in the chair rolled around to face them. It was the man himself, Russ.
"Ah, Red, Snake, Scott Jund. You've brought him to me. Felix Kjellburg..." he smirked as the Swedish man glared at him.
Red came up to Russ and kissed him on the cheek. "I did it for you, baby," she gushed, eyes full of admiration.
Felix inwardly facepalmed. So Russ and Red were a thing, that's why she was so defensive of him. Why didn't he think of that?
Russ chuckled. "Thanks, babe. Now, me and Pewdie need to talk."
Felix's eyes widened in shock. "Pewdie? H-how...how do you know my old YouTube nickname?"
Felix had once been a gamer on YouTube named PewDiePie, and called himself Pewdie for short. He'd even been the most subscribed channel on YouTube for a short amount of time. But he'd left YouTube years ago to pursue a real job, and all that was behind him now. Still, whenever anyone called him Pewdie, he'd have a flashback to those days. But only his close friends knew of his alias. How could Russ possibly know?
Russ chuckled at Felix's surprise. "Felix, let's just say I have some...companions, who were quite big fans of your channel back in the day. Back when the Internet actually existed, I mean." Obviously, during the epidemic, all technology had gone haywire, and the Internet was history. Of course, everyone hoped they'd be able to regain it.
Russ furrowed his brow as he looked down at Felix, who still glared up at him. "So, Pewds...or should I just call you Felix?"
"Just Felix," the Swede snapped, eyes blazing with anger. "That stuff's all behind me now. It's...just call me Felix."
Russ threw his hands up in defense. "Alright, I was just asking. Now...do you know why I had you brought here?"
Felix replied instantly. "The redhead says you wanted me to join your little gang of crime-fighting superheroes," he said sarcastically. Russ' eyes narrowed.
"First of all, don't say anything bad about Red," he growled. "Leave her out of this, she did this for me. Your beef is with me, not her, Snake or Jund. Second, wrong. That's not why I had them find you and bring you here."
Felix cocked his eyebrow. "What? But...she told me that's what you wanted with me."
Russ sighed. "I guess she didn't get my information relayed correctly. But hey, everyone makes mistakes. But anyway, the real reason you're here is because...well, it's a long story, but...to make things simple, I need you...for a trade."
The Swede growled, "Tell me the story. I won't step into this without knowing what exactly it is."
Russ grinned. "Alright, if you insist. You see...as many enemies as I have, I also have quite a few allies from other groups. Many of them are trading groups, who I bargain with to get supplies to help my gang survive. You know, food, ammo, medicine, stuff like that. And sometimes...it's very rare, but sometimes we trade people."
Felix's mouth nearly dropped open. "WHAT?" he yelled. "That's basically slave trade. It's bad enough we have all these fucking zombies tearing up the world, we need to all be free to help fight against this outbreak!"
Russ sighed again. "I understand your point, Felix. But you don't even understand why we trade people. You see...some people are...extraordinary. Their DNA has special strains that are helping this one group with something that might lead to...sort of a cure."
Felix was again shocked. "You mean there's an undercover operation that's been going on this whole time, and I didn't know about it? Barely anyone knew about it! Those assholes could've told the rest of the suffering public!"
"Let me finish!" Russ snapped. "They haven't told anybody because it's still a work in progress. But...well, you see, the reason we need you is because, we've been told that your DNA might have some of these same strains that might lead to a cure. You could be the missing link, Felix. So that's why we need to trade you."
Felix took in all of this new information. "First of all...I've never been told there was special strains in my DNA, ever. I always thought I was ordinary. And anyway, with society in shambles and no doctors around to run DNA tests, how could you have possibly found out about what's in my DNA?"
"Well you see Felix, a while ago, I sent out some scouts to check out a nearby hospital while we were on the road. And it turned out to be a hospital full of DNA test results. We all got excited when the scouts told us about it. We all checked out the DNA test results to see if there was anyone who had those special strains who we knew were still alive, and...your results were there as well. In fact, you were the only one who wasn't confirmed dead. So for weeks we've been after you."
Felix was speechless. All this new information told in only a short while..."But...I was headed to Miami. You see, they're also working on a cure, and they're professional scientists. And...they're offering people who aren't infected a place to stay until the outbreak is over. I need to go there. I can't just give myself up to this operation I never knew existed."
Russ sighed yet again. "Felix...I know all about that. And I understand why you want to go there. A safe place to stay, top scientists working on a cure to make this hellish nightmare all go away...but listen. These people, are also scientists. Maybe not professional, but they know their stuff. And they're literally this close to finding a cure. And you could be the one to help them find it. You could save mankind, Felix. Sure, it'd be a huge change of plans, and we'd have to send one of our scouts to transport you there, but it's all for the best."
Felix thought over his options.
"Okay, I have a few questions first," he said.
"Shoot," Russ replied.
"First, why'd your little girlfriend and her pals jump me, toss my possessions on the ground, and shove me in a sack and throw me onto a train?"
Russ facepalmed. "Shit...they're just...they can be a little violent. I didn't want them to be so rough, trust me. Although, I did tell them they needed to find a way to capture you, because I knew, you being so clever, you wouldn't come willingly. So they kind of had to jump you, but I apologize for how rough they were. I'll...send someone out to reclaim your possessions if they mean so much to you. Even though that's all the way in Georgia..." he muttered.
Felix shook his head.
"Forget it. All I had in there was some food, a few weapons, and a picture of my family," he said, a little sad at the last part. "But it's not important. I do expect to be given a new food supply though," he informed Russ sternly. "Now, my second question. If you're trading with these people to find a cure, and it's all for the greater good, then why are you such a reckless idiot who makes enemies with everyone?"
Felix expected Russ to be angry at this question, but the other man only chuckled.
"I'm not reckless, Felix. I'm suspicious. Can't trust any old fools ambling in. Gotta be sharp."
Felix glared at him.
"I've been told you actively seek out fights with your enemies and steal from them to make them angry, that doesn't sound like suspicion," he snapped.
Russ laughed even harder. Felix even heard Snake chuckle from his spot by the door.
"Felix...I'm just a natural troublemaker. In this life full of zombie attacks and fear, you need to have some fun!"
Felix narrowed his eyes at this answer.
Ok, Russ might be good on the inside, I guess, since he claims to be trying to help these people find a cure. Key words trying and claims. I still don't entirely trust him. But what other choice do I have? And even if he is good on the inside, he's still a troublemaking fool who makes all these enemies. Only way I ever heard of him.
Finally, Felix sighed.
"Alright, I'll do it. I was planning on going to Miami, and I don't entirely trust you, but what the fuck else could I do? You had your little friends kidnap me and force me into coming here. But first, I want you to swear to me that everything you said about these trader friends of yours, and my DNA, and this potential cure...I want you to swear on everything you know that it's true. Because if I find out this was all just for your own personal gain, I will fuck you up," he threatened, eyes narrowed.
Russ put his hand in the air. "I swear, " he solemnly said.
Felix sighed. "Alright, I believe you. But before I set sail, I want a new supply of food and a promise to renew my guns."
Russ nodded. "You have my word. But if you do end up being the cure, you won't need these guns anymore."
Felix shook his head.
This guy...
So that was when Felix's mission took an abrupt turn. And although it bothered him, he did hope it was true, for if it was, maybe humankind was saved.
A/N: Phew, I wrote this in like an hour! Anyway hoped you like it! Felix will meet Cry in the next chapter :D And his journey will begin. Please review if you liked it, I love feedback! Chapter 3 is coming hopefully soon!