ROCKY MOUNTAINS : Secret Location

"I'm telling you, Chester, I think it would be a good idea to resign right now."

"Shut up, Flint! I ain't givin' my pension because some freaky bitch they feel like holdin' down there! A'sides, that's sorta what we signed up fer." Chester, a greying and less moral driven than the bright eyed, dreamy youngsters GJ managed to recruit. He was a migrant worker growing up. Went to school wherever he was picking crops, his mother saw to that. Didn't matter, he was only sharp enough to stay in the knife drawer. Until a brief stint in the Navy, he didn't know where he fit in. After the Navy he spent a week as a police officer in New Orleans on the docks and GJ picked him up because of the pay they offered.

Yes in his day he was something. Then a few bullets in the leg and getting tossed through a shed wall, he was reduced to commanding young agents.

Agents like Flint Norris.

"Seriously, Chester, with all the shit that's hit the fan, you're staying?"

"If i ran when Director Cobbit was killed while standing next to me twenty years ago, I wouldn't be your boss now."

"Betty Director, Janet..."

"Flint! I know! This is what we signed up for. For when shit hits the fan!"

"Fine, Chester, fine. I guess you're right."

"A'course I am, now don't worry. Nothin's..." Chester fell back on his ass as a burst of rock and dirt with bright green steam gushed out of the ground and tossed Flint thirty feet up and dropped him a broken man with melted flesh a good ten feet away. "...Gonna happen." He gawked in shock. "Flint?" No reply. "Aaah, FINALLY! Some quiet." Chester picked himself up and dusted off his uniform. He took a notebook from his pocket and wrote a note. "Agent Flint Norris, killed by geyser." He pocketed the book and headed back to base.

A green hand grips the edge of the crater and pulles at a root. Slowly, with great effort, a very angry woman with a bright green glow emerges. the glow intensifies as she gets out of the pit and stands. One hand is missing, the stump wrapped tightly in her shirt.

"Mommy's coming, Babies." this would be her mantra as she set off into the woods.

Complex Near A-51

Shinji and the living dead girl were by the security door. The dead moving in on them from all three directions. Shinji fought with the lock, but she knew they would need a torch or power tool.

"They're closing in!" The younger woman drew in on herself. "Aaaaaa!!!" She screamed as the one with the smile fell upon the demoness.

Surprisingly, the zombie didn't bite the demoness. Even Shinji looked surprised.

All of the hoard stood as if awaiting orders.

Shinji, falling into delerium, was at a loss to why, and she didn't care. Her focus was the door. "We need a torch or drill." She said winded.

A few of the dead shuffled off into the dark. The smiling zombie continued to embrace Shinji.

"Aren't you worried?" The not so dead one asked.

"What's your name, kid?" Shinji looked to her. "Because i have a lot of zombies to keep track of."

"Stella, my last name is Newheart."

"Okay, Stella. You were once dead... I brought you back to life when i reanimated them. I guess, they can't hurt me and won't hurt you. No worries. Just explain to me where the twinky kid came from."

Stella looked through the crowd. "Twinky Kid?"

"Yeah, with the rope and cowboy hat. Looks like a cream filled..." She started to laugh as if she just got a joke.

"What's so funny?" Stella asked.

"He is a cream filled sponge cake and a cowboy!" She said through weak giggles.

"I don't get it." Stella admitted.

"Faggots, or twinks, in The Big Apple dress like cowboys." Shinji had seen it many times bouncing, but also knew it was a stereotype and wasn't the standard for making that judgement.

Stella laughed after a moment when she first got it herself. "It's not funny." She didn't sound serious.

on the other side of the security door a few guards had gathered around one of the clone tanks. It was beating on the glass and trying to bite them through it. "Yo, Doctor! This one is broken!" one guard yelled out.

Without looking over, he drained the tank then just as fast it filled with a jet of fire. Outside one could see a brief flash and cloud of smoke on the horizon.

"That was cool!"

"Yeah! Far Out Man!"

"Spankin'!"

and other words of fascination were exchanged and then the lab was once again quiet.

back in the prison with Stella and Shinji.

"So there is an elevator shaft. Why don't we use that?" stella asked.

"I'm not in any shape for that. Obviously." Stella nodded at Shinji's obvious point.

"So, we take a chance on you bleeding out while we wait for someone to open the door?"

Shinji nodded a yes to Stella's question. The Demon had taken to petting the smiling Zombie's hair as it lay down and rested its head in Shinji's lap. "i don't think she's like the others."

The sound of squeaky wheels caught Stella and Shinji's attention. a zombie in a doctor's coat brought an acetylene torch to the demoness. "Well then..."

a few minutes later the scientists and guards searched for the source of the fire alarm. something was setting it off but nothing was found. then, to the surprise of the staff and guards, the secure door fell with a loud "crang". Then the living dead poured out. Some seemed to have specific targets, others grabbed whoever was closest. clones were set free, some didn't act and became food, others helped in the fight. Some as the dead, some as scared childlike people who knew enough that they had to fight to survive.

A few clones and zombies were taken out by the guards, but the bad guys were outnumbered and over run.

"Who knew i had an army." Stella smiled at Shini's words. The smiling zombie, now known as Giggles, ran like a hurdle jumper, clearing tables and tackling the guard that had let Team Possible pass earlier. So in shock was he, that Giggles had eaten his face and throat before he could suffer too much.

As the guards were killed, some of the girls gave up and died. As if fulfilled with their vengeance.

Some would continue to pick at the corpses of their former tormentors.

The childlike clones, still alive, ran from the base in fear that they might be caught again.

Shinji, Stella and Giggles followed.

a while later Shinji, Stella and the clones watched as some of the zombies came out into the outside. They seemed to take in the sights of the desert and sky before giving up the ghost and falling dead still once again.

"Let's get our friends and us some help, huh?" Shinji asks, only to be helped to her feet by Stella and Giggles. off towards The Rockies, the noted a short lived, green beam shoot up in the sky. there wasn't another, so they stopped wasting time and headed for Area 51. "At leas id isn' day time." Shinji slurred as the adrenaline ebbed away leaving her feeling drunk again.

trying to collect all the pieces and prep for round 2.

feed back welcome.