I'd Come for You.
Song: I'd Come for You Artist: Nickelback
Pairing: Sarah Jane/(older) Maria.
Rating: Probably a 15. It's a bit gory and grungy. My apologies.
Youtube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UeNTNlOIz_0
...
Everywhere was in lockdown. London based UNIT had locked and double bolted its doors, sure to keep its employees in and the undead, flesh eating zombie people, out. So far, it had been a success; that was until the main computer received an incoming transmission for a Maria Jackson from one Sarah Jane Smith.
…
‘I thought I’d say goodbye, just in case,’ Sarah Jane said from where she sat on the attic steps, her shoulders rigid with tension, a baseball bat clutched between her hands.
‘Don’t be silly, you’ll be fine,’ Maria gushed quickly, aware of the sudden thunder of her heartbeat in her ears, ‘Mr Smith will protect you. And then this will all be over and I’ll be with you-‘ Her words stuttered to a stop as Sarah Jane held up a hand.
‘The house is full of them, Maria. Even Mr Smith can’t keep them at bay forever’. Her hands twitched around the bat as she heard another window break downstairs, the dreadfully clichéd moaning becoming louder and more dense with each passing minute. She stood up as she spoke, ‘but I’m not going down without a fight. You know me’.
‘You can’t seriously be thinking of taking them on with a baseball bat?!’ Maria gasped incredulously, the sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach increasing tenfold as she saw Sarah Jane’s answering nod of her head. ‘I’m coming for you’.
‘Maria-‘ Sarah Jane began to protest, but stopped at the hard glare the younger woman gave her.
‘Don’t you dare step out of the attic, you hear me? Don’t you dare. I’ll be with you as soon as possible. I love you’.
Before Sarah Jane could reply, the connection went dead.
…
Maria didn’t bother with pleading with the guards at the gate, knowing that she’d never be able to persuade them to let her out. Instead she took two machine guns from the armoury, complete with ammunition, and strapped them over her shoulders before ‘borrowing’ the keys to one of the heavy duty SUV’s, and ran for the row of trees at the back of the complex.
Barely even panting, she navigated herself through the shrubbery until she came to the chain link fence that backed the garage behind the complex. Never more thankful for her numerous tree climbing adventures as a child, she scaled the big oak with ease, using its branches as if they were rungs on a ladder. As soon as she reached the branch that overhung the lip of the fence, she stalked across it, barely daring to breath as she focused on the fiery sky before her, rather than the drop to the ground. Pulling one of the machine guns from her back, she gave the ground beneath her a quick once over, looking for any zombie people, before closing her eyes. Taking a deep breath and praying to anyone who would listen, she stepped off the end of the branch and plummeted to the ground.
…
After assuring herself that she had not broken any limbs from her jump, she beelined toward the garage that held one of three heavy duty SUV’s, hoping that there was nothing nasty hanging round to catch her unawares. She clutched at the gun in her hands and couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled nervously in the back of her throat as she thought about the amount of times she’d heard Sarah Jane say that guns were good for nothing. For once, she was glad that the older woman was wrong.
…
The area around the SUV had been mercifully empty, the complete and utter contrast to the streets that led to Bannerman Road.
…
Maria stopped apologising for hitting the zombies after the tenth one got up and tried to attach itself to the rear of the car. She dared a glance in the rear view mirror, and was almost hypnotised by the sheer inhumanness of the monster that hung onto the back. It wasn’t slack jawed, nor did it have any missing limbs, but it had blood pasted around its face like paint, and milky white irises that scared her more than anything ever had.
Forcing herself to look away from the flesh eater, she floored the accelerator, and watched with amusement and disgust as the zombie flopped back without its arms, before refocusing on the road.
She looked ahead at the familiar neighbourhood, horrified to realise that she recognised some of the half eaten zombies that shuffled around the streets. She swallowed bile down as she saw a congregation of the monsters at the front door of a house , that was thankfully not number 13, feasting on the innards of some poor civilian. She wanted to stop and shoot all of them until they were small pieces on the pavement, pieces that would be devoured by other zombie’s, but she knew she didn’t have the time.
As usual, time was never on her side.
…
She slid the SUV to a near silent stop outside her old house. She paid no attention to the fact that the house where she’d lived was overrun with decaying dead people, but instead sprinted in the direction of the large house opposite, both guns in hand. Her heart felt ready to explode, as if someone had placed a detonation timer inside of it, counting down the seconds until she reached Sarah Jane.
She clicked off the safety on both guns as she moved swiftly down the driveway, running past the surprisingly pristine Nissan, and instead shoved her way inside the house she shared with her lover.
The presence of the undead was overwhelming. They hoarded in the hallway and up the stairs, forcing Maria to stand solidly in the doorway, her arms outstretched, the guns reaching out further.
She felt, rather inappropriately, like Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Apart from these were zombies, and her name wasn’t quite so cool.
With a small smile painted on her face, she let rip a volley of bullets into the crowd of zombies inside the house and watched with satisfaction as they tore apart.
…
Sarah Jane could hear the fight from her place in the attic. She longed to go down and help her lover but, for the first time in her life, fear kept her rooted to the spot. So all she could do was listen to the clatter of bullets and the wet, heavy thuds of bodies falling to the floor. With every momentary lapse of fire on Maria’s behalf, Sarah Jane went cold, praying that her lover has not just lost the fight. She was glad when the gun burst to life, when she could hear the destruction that was happening downstairs, and that selfish gladness bought round the nausea once again.
Quite suddenly the worst, most prolonged sound she’d ever heard prevailed over the house, stemming her nausea and her heart in one single second.
Silence.
She waited. She kept waiting, expecting to hear the rapid fire of bullets, or an explosion of some sort. She prayed for noise, for an indication that Maria was alive and that she had not survived this zombie apocalypse just to lose her lover along the way-
The attic door clicked open, and she very nearly screamed, raising the bat up over her shoulder… which fell to the floor with a hard thunk. The sound, however, was miniscule to the singing relief in her heart, as, on leaden legs, she pushed herself over to the blood spattered brunette in the doorway. She wrapped her trembling arms around the woman’s equally shaking body, burying her face into Maria’s neck and inhaling her scent, her presence; relishing in how solid and together she was.
She tried to speak, but her tongue was weighed down by what she had seen during the day. All she could manage was a choked sob.
…
Maria pressed a kiss to Sarah Jane’s hair. ‘I told you that I’d come for you’.