LOL teasers :3 (Un-titled-as-of-yet Zombie fic)
So I'm pretty sure this is either going to just be Gen, or if-you-squint-really-hard Ferard... I don't know XD
Here it is~! :D <3
Two weeks after first Infection….
The four of them were in a dark alley, all peering around anxiously, guns at the ready, a distant thunder storm rumbling off in the distance, illuminating the sky with lightning.
“Hey, hold up.” Brian stopped, from where he’d been leading the group, crouching to investigate a puddle of some kind of green goo. “Haven’t seen anything like this before...”
“Jesus. Don’t let that stop you from smearing it all over yourself.” Frank mocked, laughing, coming to a stop next to Brian, who glared up at him, standing and promptly wiping the goo on his fingers on Frank’s shirt.
“They’re changing.”
“Aww… Damnit Brian! It stinks!” Frank groaned, trying to wipe it off while Mikey laughed at him.
A quiet, muffled sob reached their ears.
“Someone’s still alive!” Gerard hurried to the nearby door, where the moaning sobs were the loudest. Brian was right there beside him, helping him open the door. The room inside is pitch dark as the crept cautiously in, Brian in the lead. Gerard scanned the room with his flashlight, the crying getting steadily louder.
“Hello? Hello? Hey, it's okay... We're gonna -“ Gerard cut himself off as lightning flashed, bringing the entire room into view.
Sitting in the beam of Gerard’s flashlight was a girl, no, not a girl anymore. She had pale, white skin, and deadly looking claws on her hands, sobbing. He was stunned.
Brian knocked his flashlight down, “Lights off!”
A sudden shotgun blast reaches them, along with the rat-a-tat of machine gun fire, accompanied by a shout from Mikey.
“Oh shit! Shit, shit! Shit!”
Mikey slides into the doorway, “They’re coming! …What the…” His eyes land on the girl, one of the Infected, flashlight shining straight on her. The zombie looks up at them, no longer crying, and hisses, pushing itself up.
“Run like hell!” Gerard shouted, pulling Mikey and Brian out of the room, Mikey slamming the door behind them, holding it shut as best he can. The creature pounded on the metal door viciously, making it bow out in places with only a few hits, when, right next to Mikey’s face, its arm ripped through the metal, groping blindly for him. A startled yell escaped, and he turned, holding up his gun, and firing non-stop into the hole, killing it after a few moments.
Gunshots were echoing off the narrow alley as they fought off the hoard, accented with shouts and snarls.
“Stay together!” Frank’s voice cut through the chaos at one point, before blowing away a nearby Infected.
A screech rang out from above, and a strangled yell from Brian caused Frank to whip around. Brian was suspended three or four feet off the ground by what looked like the tongue of the Infected above.
“Hang on!” Frank raised his shotgun, pumping it quickly, and firing, Brian dropping to the ground gasping raggedly. “You okay?” He asked as he helped his friend off the ground.
“Yeah…”
Two Infected came at them from behind, Frank looking up, pumping and firing into their faces, “Merry Christmas.” He growled in a way that suggested he was more annoyed than anything.
“Fire in the hole!” They here Gerard yell, a pipe bomb flying through the air away from them, the smoke and lights of it attracting the few remaining infected as the four of them dive behind a dumpster for cover, blowing them to nothing more than bits and pieces of decaying flesh.
Mikey stood, sighing, then twisted around looking puzzled, then started running toward the way they’d just come, the sound of chopper blades reaching them.
“Hey! We're over here! We're not infected! Down here!” But the helicopter just kept flying, oblivious to the four of them. “Damnit!”
He turned to face the rest of them, looking utterly defeated when something very fast and growling very loudly pounced onto him, tearing at his chest with its claws.
Gerard sprinted over, kicking the thing off, sending it staggering into the back of a car, before firing at it with his two pistols while Mikey drew his single one, finishing it off quickly. This would’ve been perfectly fine, usually, but when it landed, dead on the back of the car, the shrill blarring of the car’s alarm started.
“Oh, shit. This is gonna get bad.” Brian said, reloading quickly before the hoard that was running, screaming down the street ahead of them closed in too far.
“Run, or shoot? Run or shoot!?” Mikey asked, a slight panic in his voice as he backed away a few feet, as something utterly huge tore through the hoard toward them.
“Both!” Brian shouted back, and they took off running down the street in the opposite direction.
“The roof!” Gerard calls, pointing at a fire escape on the side of a building.
“Go, go, go!” Frank yelled back, stoping just short of it, turning to face the oncoming hoard, aiming for the gigantic thing heading straight at them.
“Come on, Come on…”
The massive infected threw one of the common out of its way, flinging in straight at Frank, who dodged, falling in the process. When he looked up, it was almost upon him, bringing up a fist to smash him into some sort of tiny Italian pancake.
Upon seeing this Brian dropped from the fire escape, firing straight into its face. “Go!”
It reared, enraged beyond belief now, throwing a fist at Brian, who dodged, losing his focus for a moment, the huge mutated zombie plunging its fist through the wall where he’d been. Then it did something unexpected. As it pulled back its arm, it took a piece of the broken wall with it, flinging the person sized hunk of concrete and plaster up at Frank and Mikey who were now scrambling up the fire escape.
Brian is trying to kill this thing as best he can, but it’s not working, it’s too strong, its muscles aren’t allowing the bullets to hit anything properly, or something, because it’s not working. All he can do is back away as he kept firing until his back was pressed against the wall right next to the fire escape, and there’s a choice; keep firing and distract this thing, and maybe kill it, and let everyone else escape, or risk going up the ladder, and it grabbing him on his way up.
Then he heard Gerard screaming from above, pistols blazing, “Come on! I’ll hold ‘im off!”
Brian was up that ladder faster than he would’ve thought possible, nodding to Gerard briefly as he skids to the second ladder to the roof.
Just as he breached the roof ledge, there was a sudden crash and screech of metal bending and threatening to break, and he looks down and sees Gerard scrambling desperately for the ladder as the floor began to give way underneath him, the thing’s weight as it tried to claw its way up to them tearing the entire escape down.
The bots all pop, and Gerard has no choice but to jump as the floor falls away beneath him, a desperate scream tearing from his mouth, arm outstretched, “Frankie!”
Frank grabs onto his wrist, teeth clenched, bracing himself on the lip of the building as he tries to pull Gerard up. Suddenly, Brian was there, reaching for Gerard’s other arm, and pulled him over the ledge, Frank and Gerard falling back into kind of a pile of panting, terrified, exhaustedness. Brian leaned back against the ledge, sighing.
“We did it. We made it!” Mikey smiled (almost), looking slightly pleased, if not roughed up around the edges.
Brian looked over at him with a level stare, “Kid, we just crossed the street. Don’t throw a party ‘til we’re out of the city.”
-x-
Here it is~! :D <3
Two weeks after first Infection….
The four of them were in a dark alley, all peering around anxiously, guns at the ready, a distant thunder storm rumbling off in the distance, illuminating the sky with lightning.
“Hey, hold up.” Brian stopped, from where he’d been leading the group, crouching to investigate a puddle of some kind of green goo. “Haven’t seen anything like this before...”
“Jesus. Don’t let that stop you from smearing it all over yourself.” Frank mocked, laughing, coming to a stop next to Brian, who glared up at him, standing and promptly wiping the goo on his fingers on Frank’s shirt.
“They’re changing.”
“Aww… Damnit Brian! It stinks!” Frank groaned, trying to wipe it off while Mikey laughed at him.
A quiet, muffled sob reached their ears.
“Someone’s still alive!” Gerard hurried to the nearby door, where the moaning sobs were the loudest. Brian was right there beside him, helping him open the door. The room inside is pitch dark as the crept cautiously in, Brian in the lead. Gerard scanned the room with his flashlight, the crying getting steadily louder.
“Hello? Hello? Hey, it's okay... We're gonna -“ Gerard cut himself off as lightning flashed, bringing the entire room into view.
Sitting in the beam of Gerard’s flashlight was a girl, no, not a girl anymore. She had pale, white skin, and deadly looking claws on her hands, sobbing. He was stunned.
Brian knocked his flashlight down, “Lights off!”
A sudden shotgun blast reaches them, along with the rat-a-tat of machine gun fire, accompanied by a shout from Mikey.
“Oh shit! Shit, shit! Shit!”
Mikey slides into the doorway, “They’re coming! …What the…” His eyes land on the girl, one of the Infected, flashlight shining straight on her. The zombie looks up at them, no longer crying, and hisses, pushing itself up.
“Run like hell!” Gerard shouted, pulling Mikey and Brian out of the room, Mikey slamming the door behind them, holding it shut as best he can. The creature pounded on the metal door viciously, making it bow out in places with only a few hits, when, right next to Mikey’s face, its arm ripped through the metal, groping blindly for him. A startled yell escaped, and he turned, holding up his gun, and firing non-stop into the hole, killing it after a few moments.
Gunshots were echoing off the narrow alley as they fought off the hoard, accented with shouts and snarls.
“Stay together!” Frank’s voice cut through the chaos at one point, before blowing away a nearby Infected.
A screech rang out from above, and a strangled yell from Brian caused Frank to whip around. Brian was suspended three or four feet off the ground by what looked like the tongue of the Infected above.
“Hang on!” Frank raised his shotgun, pumping it quickly, and firing, Brian dropping to the ground gasping raggedly. “You okay?” He asked as he helped his friend off the ground.
“Yeah…”
Two Infected came at them from behind, Frank looking up, pumping and firing into their faces, “Merry Christmas.” He growled in a way that suggested he was more annoyed than anything.
“Fire in the hole!” They here Gerard yell, a pipe bomb flying through the air away from them, the smoke and lights of it attracting the few remaining infected as the four of them dive behind a dumpster for cover, blowing them to nothing more than bits and pieces of decaying flesh.
Mikey stood, sighing, then twisted around looking puzzled, then started running toward the way they’d just come, the sound of chopper blades reaching them.
“Hey! We're over here! We're not infected! Down here!” But the helicopter just kept flying, oblivious to the four of them. “Damnit!”
He turned to face the rest of them, looking utterly defeated when something very fast and growling very loudly pounced onto him, tearing at his chest with its claws.
Gerard sprinted over, kicking the thing off, sending it staggering into the back of a car, before firing at it with his two pistols while Mikey drew his single one, finishing it off quickly. This would’ve been perfectly fine, usually, but when it landed, dead on the back of the car, the shrill blarring of the car’s alarm started.
“Oh, shit. This is gonna get bad.” Brian said, reloading quickly before the hoard that was running, screaming down the street ahead of them closed in too far.
“Run, or shoot? Run or shoot!?” Mikey asked, a slight panic in his voice as he backed away a few feet, as something utterly huge tore through the hoard toward them.
“Both!” Brian shouted back, and they took off running down the street in the opposite direction.
“The roof!” Gerard calls, pointing at a fire escape on the side of a building.
“Go, go, go!” Frank yelled back, stoping just short of it, turning to face the oncoming hoard, aiming for the gigantic thing heading straight at them.
“Come on, Come on…”
The massive infected threw one of the common out of its way, flinging in straight at Frank, who dodged, falling in the process. When he looked up, it was almost upon him, bringing up a fist to smash him into some sort of tiny Italian pancake.
Upon seeing this Brian dropped from the fire escape, firing straight into its face. “Go!”
It reared, enraged beyond belief now, throwing a fist at Brian, who dodged, losing his focus for a moment, the huge mutated zombie plunging its fist through the wall where he’d been. Then it did something unexpected. As it pulled back its arm, it took a piece of the broken wall with it, flinging the person sized hunk of concrete and plaster up at Frank and Mikey who were now scrambling up the fire escape.
Brian is trying to kill this thing as best he can, but it’s not working, it’s too strong, its muscles aren’t allowing the bullets to hit anything properly, or something, because it’s not working. All he can do is back away as he kept firing until his back was pressed against the wall right next to the fire escape, and there’s a choice; keep firing and distract this thing, and maybe kill it, and let everyone else escape, or risk going up the ladder, and it grabbing him on his way up.
Then he heard Gerard screaming from above, pistols blazing, “Come on! I’ll hold ‘im off!”
Brian was up that ladder faster than he would’ve thought possible, nodding to Gerard briefly as he skids to the second ladder to the roof.
Just as he breached the roof ledge, there was a sudden crash and screech of metal bending and threatening to break, and he looks down and sees Gerard scrambling desperately for the ladder as the floor began to give way underneath him, the thing’s weight as it tried to claw its way up to them tearing the entire escape down.
The bots all pop, and Gerard has no choice but to jump as the floor falls away beneath him, a desperate scream tearing from his mouth, arm outstretched, “Frankie!”
Frank grabs onto his wrist, teeth clenched, bracing himself on the lip of the building as he tries to pull Gerard up. Suddenly, Brian was there, reaching for Gerard’s other arm, and pulled him over the ledge, Frank and Gerard falling back into kind of a pile of panting, terrified, exhaustedness. Brian leaned back against the ledge, sighing.
“We did it. We made it!” Mikey smiled (almost), looking slightly pleased, if not roughed up around the edges.
Brian looked over at him with a level stare, “Kid, we just crossed the street. Don’t throw a party ‘til we’re out of the city.”
-x-