< Transformers/Zombieland > Like duck hunt, only better!
Title: Like duck hunt, only better!
Prompt: Damn zombie cops!
Author: crazedwolf
Rating: PG
Series: Zombieland and Transformers (2k7/2k9)
Characters: Tallahassee, Will Lennox, Ironhide
Warnings: CRACK. BD
Summary: They needed to figure out how to train zombies.
Author's Notes:
Written for my dear friend velaquiel in response to a meme I put up. I...yeah I don't even know. xD I really don't.
“Ya' know, I think this is one of the most entertainin' things 'bout Zombieland,” Tallahassee mused gleefully as he took aim and fired at another one of the ravenous zombies. Beside him, Will quirked an eyebrow, loading some more shells into his rifle as the pair sat perched on top of their Topkick steed. The pair had been out and about collecting supplies when they had been ambushed by what must have, at one point, been a crime scene's worth of zombies.
“Shooting zombies?”
“Shootin' zombie cops. There's a big difference.”
The major made a somewhat amused sound as he propped a foot on the edge of the Topkick's cab for balance, taking a shot at one of the cops as it attempted to claw its way up into the truck's bed. Said vehicle's engine gave a low rumble, a cross between a laugh and a noise of irritation as the cop lost balance when Will's shot hit its goal, slamming its chin into the edge of the bed before crumpling to the ground.
//Disgustin'.\\
“Ah, now, ain't nothing that a bit of TLC can't take care of!” Leaning backwards, Tallahassee took a shot at the cop the major had hit initially, enjoying the way it gave one final groan before movement ceased.
Rule 2: Doubletap.
//TLC?\\
“I'm pretty sure you don't want to know, 'Hide,” Will spoke up, shaking his head with a faint grin before he watched a rather large looking cop waddle towards them. “There you go, Tallahassee. Your kind of guy right?”
Straightening back up, the deranged cowboy looked over and couldn't help but smirk.
“Oh ya'. Definitely my type. The bigger they are...well...ya' know what they say.”
//...Yer humor really worries me, human.\\
“Eh, ya' get use to it. Gotta have a lil fun while we still can, right?” Lifting his gun to take aim, the man paused, an almost thoughtful look crossing his face. “Ya' think he was eatin' donuts when he got turned?”
“...Do I even want to know where your brain is going right now?” Will asked hesitantly, watching the oaf of a cop lumber towards them. A shot rang out and the cop stumbled backwards before it crumpled as another shot caused its head to explode.
“Just wonderin' is all. I mean, it'd explain a few-Hey now! Git back!” While the pair bantered, one of the zombie cops had managed to get himself up onto the passenger side of the cab and was reaching for Tallahassee. Said man turned, back against Will's shoulder as he shoved his gun against the zombies head and fired, knocking the being back as, well...Ironhide got a new sort of paintjob and the two men got an interesting shower.
//....Really?\\
“Oh..sorry 'bout that,” Tallahassee muttered as he peered over the edge of the Topkick to make sure the zombie was dead before glancing at Will. “Guess I should have knocked him back first, huh?”
“...Yeah, just maybe,” the major muttered as he wiped some grime off his jacket, nose scrunching a bit in disgust. The cowboy beside him bent down to pat the Topkick's windshield in a somewhat apologetic manner that wasn't really all that apologetic considering who it was coming from.
“Just gives ya' a whole new reason to hate cops. Think 'bout it that way, big guy.”
//If this grime doesn't come off before it starts stinkin', you'll be the one Ah'm hatin'.\\
“..Dully noted. I'm sure Little Rock'll be bored by the time we get back. I'll make her clean ya' right up.”
//Lazy slagger.\\
“Child labor is bad,” Will pipped up, taking another shot at a cop that had been attempting to get to them via the hood of the truck. The cowboy snorted softly, waving a hand.
“When ya' figure out how to train zombies to do work for us, ya' let me know. Until then I'll use what resources I have.”
“Meaning all the kids?”
“Yep.”
Prompt: Damn zombie cops!
Author: crazedwolf
Rating: PG
Series: Zombieland and Transformers (2k7/2k9)
Characters: Tallahassee, Will Lennox, Ironhide
Warnings: CRACK. BD
Summary: They needed to figure out how to train zombies.
Author's Notes:
Written for my dear friend velaquiel in response to a meme I put up. I...yeah I don't even know. xD I really don't.
“Ya' know, I think this is one of the most entertainin' things 'bout Zombieland,” Tallahassee mused gleefully as he took aim and fired at another one of the ravenous zombies. Beside him, Will quirked an eyebrow, loading some more shells into his rifle as the pair sat perched on top of their Topkick steed. The pair had been out and about collecting supplies when they had been ambushed by what must have, at one point, been a crime scene's worth of zombies.
“Shooting zombies?”
“Shootin' zombie cops. There's a big difference.”
The major made a somewhat amused sound as he propped a foot on the edge of the Topkick's cab for balance, taking a shot at one of the cops as it attempted to claw its way up into the truck's bed. Said vehicle's engine gave a low rumble, a cross between a laugh and a noise of irritation as the cop lost balance when Will's shot hit its goal, slamming its chin into the edge of the bed before crumpling to the ground.
//Disgustin'.\\
“Ah, now, ain't nothing that a bit of TLC can't take care of!” Leaning backwards, Tallahassee took a shot at the cop the major had hit initially, enjoying the way it gave one final groan before movement ceased.
Rule 2: Doubletap.
//TLC?\\
“I'm pretty sure you don't want to know, 'Hide,” Will spoke up, shaking his head with a faint grin before he watched a rather large looking cop waddle towards them. “There you go, Tallahassee. Your kind of guy right?”
Straightening back up, the deranged cowboy looked over and couldn't help but smirk.
“Oh ya'. Definitely my type. The bigger they are...well...ya' know what they say.”
//...Yer humor really worries me, human.\\
“Eh, ya' get use to it. Gotta have a lil fun while we still can, right?” Lifting his gun to take aim, the man paused, an almost thoughtful look crossing his face. “Ya' think he was eatin' donuts when he got turned?”
“...Do I even want to know where your brain is going right now?” Will asked hesitantly, watching the oaf of a cop lumber towards them. A shot rang out and the cop stumbled backwards before it crumpled as another shot caused its head to explode.
“Just wonderin' is all. I mean, it'd explain a few-Hey now! Git back!” While the pair bantered, one of the zombie cops had managed to get himself up onto the passenger side of the cab and was reaching for Tallahassee. Said man turned, back against Will's shoulder as he shoved his gun against the zombies head and fired, knocking the being back as, well...Ironhide got a new sort of paintjob and the two men got an interesting shower.
//....Really?\\
“Oh..sorry 'bout that,” Tallahassee muttered as he peered over the edge of the Topkick to make sure the zombie was dead before glancing at Will. “Guess I should have knocked him back first, huh?”
“...Yeah, just maybe,” the major muttered as he wiped some grime off his jacket, nose scrunching a bit in disgust. The cowboy beside him bent down to pat the Topkick's windshield in a somewhat apologetic manner that wasn't really all that apologetic considering who it was coming from.
“Just gives ya' a whole new reason to hate cops. Think 'bout it that way, big guy.”
//If this grime doesn't come off before it starts stinkin', you'll be the one Ah'm hatin'.\\
“..Dully noted. I'm sure Little Rock'll be bored by the time we get back. I'll make her clean ya' right up.”
//Lazy slagger.\\
“Child labor is bad,” Will pipped up, taking another shot at a cop that had been attempting to get to them via the hood of the truck. The cowboy snorted softly, waving a hand.
“When ya' figure out how to train zombies to do work for us, ya' let me know. Until then I'll use what resources I have.”
“Meaning all the kids?”
“Yep.”