Chapter 2
"Suffer with me"
"Generator 3 now activated," the voice commended. Was that a living human or just a recording of someone dead, V thought to herself. The question was one that needed answers and soon. Just like the chalk drawings of ancient weapons and the weird box that sat in some sort of teleportation device. As much as J and her fought, almost killing each other, the undead seemed to always make the fight worse or forced them to set their differences aside. They kept wondering what these people were excavating, and why here in France. Another thing that constantly plagued They're minds was the constant 935 markings on the walls.
Who or what is 935 and what do they want in these tattered, and distraught trenches? V thought to herself. That was the least of they're worries as more undead flooded the trenches. "THIS IS YOUR FAULT V!!!!!!!!" J screamed, having swung her sword towards her former comrade's neck. V parried the blade and punched J's jaw.
"Shut the fuck up, J. We don't have time for this mindless bickering," V replied. J begrudgingly accepted this, even if it went against her ideals. V sighed, beginning to cut down the dead clawing at them. Eventually J saw an opportunity and took it, kicking V into the horde. "You bitch!!" She screamed, as J ran off trying to figure out a way to be the sole survivor and trick some unwitting humans into helping her. V on the other hand was cutting the horde down trying to make some sort of break. Even if it was all in vain. The dead piled in like a great flood and screamed towards her without remorse or care. Her ammo supplies dwindled with each walking corpse put back into the grave. Death was the only thing in the air as the dead swarmed her. She eventually relented and touched the chalk drawing which handed her an AK-74u with 4 mags worth of ammo. Enough to hopefully finish off the horde.
J heard V's desperate fight against the undead as she cut them down with ease. Making it look like some sort of ballerina-esque dance. J was too focused on the sounds of the dead dying that she missed the sound of an AK going off in near point blank range. But she did feel a round of 5.45x39mm tear into her leg. Her eyes snapped to V who had possibly doomed her to a painful demise. But she was wrong; she saw her supposed killer turn in the dead within a heartbeat. But she knew that anger was what drove her to kill the things attacking them. Not compassion for the person she had just shot. V looked down at J and spit on her suit. If J wasn't on the ground and bleeding, she'd have cut her down for doing such a thing. "Consider yourself lucky. I was thinking about killing and lying to Uzi and N about what happened." V's statement dripped with venom and froze J's core like ice. She hadn't considered that V would carelessly kill her. Just that she could take advantage of her one last time. But it was obvious. The roles had reversed. And she couldn't use any of her old tricks. SHe'd have to come up with new ones or try to kill them before they killed her. But she had to do it within due time. She sighed as she saw V lower hand to help her up. "You going to behave?" V asked, not sure she wanted to trust her.
"Sure, whatever." J bit down on her reply. She hated how much she had to bow down to V. It humiliated her to bow down to someone she considered lesser. Especially the insane V. But she considered it was better than N or that bitch Uzi. But that didn't soothe the hate bubbling in her. She marched forward mechanically and unwillingly, muttering under her breath the entire way. V kept moving, having J up front. She didn't want a repeat of last time. Not when she knew that she needed J just as much as J needed her. Both missed the Frozen Hell they called home, at least there they didn't have to fight human corpses.
"Any theories on-" V was abruptly cut off by the blare of a siren and something landing closeby.
"Well before we were rudely interrupted, I think this is Cyn punishing us." J's answer would make sense… if she was still actively alive and not a practical puppet. V shook her head.
"Probably had something to do with that meteorite slammed into Copper-9 a few days ago." She had been near the initial site. Definitely wasn't anything on any of the known records or anything the Company had access to. But the blue glow of the stone felt wrong. Almost like there was some sort of great sin behind it. Something worse than what Cyn did to earth. Almost like the lullaby of a deadman. "I mean. It felt off. When I held a chunk of it, I felt like I was holding a piece of pure evil. And the visions of things I hadn't seen before. They were too vivid to be anything but what the future holds for us." J rolled her eyes.
"If anything. Maybe that was something sent by Cyn to entice us into doing our Job." J seemed more worried about Cyn, than the people who she currently had to work with. Especially when a zombie covered in what may have been heavy armor made an appearance atop the trench wall.
"DON'T THINK CYN EVER MADE SOMETHING LIKE THAT!!!!" V screamed. She immediately lit up the thing, and blew off its face plate. Which only pissed it off. It dived down into the trench trying to land on V, failing in its initial goal. But trapping her in a corner… If J hadn't thought she'd get glory and recognition from killing this armored behemoth. It turned around and charged after raising one of its arms and burning her back. The searing pain was a surprise and horrifying to her. She turned around and began to try to cut it down. Only for it to catch her right arm and look at her with a rotting smile. V dumped three mags into it, hearing something within explode and watching it fall to the ground still trying to kill them both. "Fuck. Out-" Before V could even finish the sentence she felt heavier and something screamed out Max Ammo.