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Title: Prison Break: Undead
Rating: R
Warnings: Violence, not for the easily disturbed.
Summary: LJ must escape his holding cell as a horde of zombies attack.
Author's Notes: AU, post-escape, crack!fic. This is meant to be a series of vignettes following the guys on the outside during a zombie attack. There will be more to come. Oh and LJ steals one of Dean's lines here, I just couldn't resist.
When a deadly virus turns the citizens of Chicago into the living dead, escaping from prison turns out to be the least of the gang's problems.
June 1, 2005
“Hey, hey! Come on man, you gotta let me out of here!”
LJ banged against the bars as a C.O. flew past, the sound of screams echoing throughout the prison.
He was alone in his holding cell, but that didn’t mean he was safe. He had gleaned enough information from the hushed conversations between the guards to realize that he was in danger. They all were.
“You can’t keep me in here!” he yelled, trying to get someone’s attention, but it was useless.
There were shouts coming from down the hall, then more screaming, the sound of shots being fired and a horrible wailing.
Choking back tears, LJ slumped down to the ground, pulling his knees up to his chin.
He was going to die in here.
They were going to swarm the place and eventually they would break in. Bars would not keep them from him.
“Please please please let me get out alive,” LJ whispered as he pressed his face against his knees, praying to any god that would listen, “Please, I need to see my dad again. I need to see him. Please let me get out of here alive.”
More screams now, the sound of metal clanging.
“They’re getting in! We need to get out of here!” someone yelled.
LJ looked up suddenly as a guard ran past his cell. He reached his hand out and grabbed the leg of another C.O. who screamed like a girl and fell to the ground.
“Please, you have to let me out of here!” LJ protested as the C.O. kicked at him. “Stop, I’m not a zombie! Please, just let me out!”
“I-I can’t,” the C.O. called as he dislodged LJ’s hand and stood up, “I’m sorry, I….I gotta go.”
Then he took off down the hall, leaving LJ alone to contemplate his imminent death.
He could hear the sound of their moans and groans over the commotion the C.O.’s were making in their haste to get away. They’d be there soon. And then it would all be over.
LJ stood up and leaned against the bars, trying to see if anyone else was coming down the hall. He was greeted with an ugly snarling face and the putrid smell of rotting flesh. He gave a startled yelp and stumbled backward, nearly falling on his ass as he tried to get away from the sight. And the smell.
It was C.O. Gardener. Or at least what was left of him.
Half his face had been torn off, the muscle hanging limply from the bone, his right eye bulging obscenely. One of his hands was mangled and bloody and LJ thought how ironic it was that the very same hand had punched him in the gut when Gardener had been in a particularly bad mood the week before.
He almost laughed now as he looked at the cruel C.O., blood and gore splattered across his normally immaculate uniform, his greasy hair matted and half torn out.
“Dude, you fugly,” LJ exclaimed and Gardener hissed in reply, reaching his arms through the bars.
Nothing like a little black humour before your untimely death.
And that’s when he saw it. The ring of keys hanging around the zombie C.O.’s belt. The keys that would unlock his cell.
Freedom would be his soon enough.
Slowly, LJ approached the ravenous zombie. He bent down and tried to reach for the keys, but Gardener swatted at him, nearly missing LJ’s head. The boy ducked and fell backwards onto the floor as Gardener let out a snarl and clawed at the air in front of him, not quite grasping the fact that he’d reach LJ better if he bent down.
Breathing hard, LJ picked himself up off the ground and tried to figure out his next plan of attack. The moaning sounds from down below were getting louder and he knew that soon his chances of survival would be much much lower.
He looked around the cell for a weapon, but there was nothing. He was going to have to be a bit more resourceful.
He grabbed the sheet off his bed and tore a long strip off from it, then carefully, he moved towards the zombie. Gardener gnashed his teeth, trying to press his face through the bars to reach the human inside as he stretched his arms out in an effort to grab onto some warm flesh.
LJ was almost crying now, he really really did not want to do this. But if he was going to live, he’d have to take his chances with this creature. Besides, he’d rather it be one than dozens.
Or hundreds.
A shriek from below snapped him back into reality, and without another thought he swiftly lunged forward and wrapped the piece of bed sheet around the monster’s hands. The zombie growled and struggled as LJ tied in a knot in the sheet, effectively pinning the dead C.O. to the bars. For now at least.
Then, gathering up his courage he knelt down and reached out to grab the keys on the zombie’s belt. Gardener struggled harder, trying to swipe at the boy, but his bound hands only banged uselessly against the bars of the cell.
LJ felt the tip of the keyring on his finger and tried to pull it off quickly in his haste to get free. But he missed and the keys remained on the C.O’s belt, dangling teasingly just out of reach.
He heard a ripping sound above him and now he was panicking. If the zombie got free this would be it. The others would be upstairs soon enough and he wouldn’t have enough time to bind the C.O. and try for the keys again.
Willing himself to stop shaking, LJ reached out again and this time he grasped the keyring firmly and pulled. It came free and LJ felt relief wash over him, which was quickly replaced by dread when he realized what he'd have to face once he got out.
“Don’t think about that,” he told himself, “Don’t think, just act. You’re gonna get out of here. You’re gonna see Dad again.”
It took him two tries to get the right key, but finally the lock clicked and he pulled open the door.
Just as Gardener broke free.
Letting out a cry of surprise, LJ fell backwards over the desk, breaking the flimsy wooden chair into splinters as the zombie lunged at him.
It was just one big snarling, bloody mess as LJ tried to push the C.O. off of him. He was careful not to get anywhere near those teeth as the zombie hissed and snapped at him, trying to bite his tender flesh. He knew what happened when they bit you.
Desperately, he reached out to grab something, anything, he could use as a weapon. His hand grasped a broken piece of the chair leg and he held it firmly in his hand, a makeshift spear. Grunting with the effort, LJ raised the stake in his hand and brought it down into Gardener’s head. Bright red blood spurted out from the wound as the zombie shrieked and then died.
“Aw, gross!” LJ exclaimed as he hastily shoved the dead body off of him.
He picked himself up off the ground and that’s when he noticed the gun in the holster on Gardener’s hip. Feeling a surge of adrenaline from his near death, LJ quickly recovered from the shock of his recent kill and grabbed the gun.
And not a moment too soon as the zombies from downstairs had just managed to find their way into the room.
“You want me, huh?!” LJ asked, “You wanna eat me? Well suck on this!”
He raised the gun, fired at the zombie…and missed, the bullet ricocheting off the wall and lodging somewhere in the door. He fired again and managed to hit the zombie’s leg, but it did little to slow down the creature. He fired again and grazed another zombie’s arm.
They were getting closer, but LJ didn’t seem to care. He was almost mad in his attempt to shoot down the undead inmates steadily making their way towards him. He fired again and managed to take off a zombie’s ear, but still no kill shot.
The lead zombie was almost upon him now and he could have sworn he saw the thing smiling. It raised its arms, reaching out to grab onto him and LJ raised the gun and pointed it right at its forehead.
“Fuck. You,” he spat and he fired.
He half expected to hear a click, to have the gun jam like in so many horror movies. But it didn’t. Instead the gun went off and lodged a bullet firmly in the zombie’s skull, splattering blood and brain matter all over LJ and the walls. The zombie dropped like a ton of bricks, the others tripping over its body as they tried to get to the boy.
LJ let out a laugh, as he wiped the blood from his face. “You want me?!” he exclaimed to the other fiends, “Well come and get me!”
He backed away down the hallway, egging the zombies on. “Come on, can’t you go any faster?! I know you want a piece of this!”
Full of crazy adrenaline and still chuckling to himself, LJ turned the corner. And landed right in the hands of a group of zombies.
The undead monsters quickly latched onto him, their claws sinking into his flesh as they dragged him down to the ground. He kicked his legs furiously, trying to dislodge the zombies, but there were just too many.
His mind was racing as he squirmed and flailed, trying to fend the dead inmates off. “Please no! No! I have to see him! I have to see him just one more time!”
But it was no use and as they bit into him, he knew it was all over.
His screams echoed off the walls of the prison as the grey linoleum floor slowly turned red.
Chapter 1: Living Dead Girl
Rating: R
Warnings: Violence, not for the easily disturbed.
Summary: LJ must escape his holding cell as a horde of zombies attack.
Author's Notes: AU, post-escape, crack!fic. This is meant to be a series of vignettes following the guys on the outside during a zombie attack. There will be more to come. Oh and LJ steals one of Dean's lines here, I just couldn't resist.
When a deadly virus turns the citizens of Chicago into the living dead, escaping from prison turns out to be the least of the gang's problems.
June 1, 2005
“Hey, hey! Come on man, you gotta let me out of here!”
LJ banged against the bars as a C.O. flew past, the sound of screams echoing throughout the prison.
He was alone in his holding cell, but that didn’t mean he was safe. He had gleaned enough information from the hushed conversations between the guards to realize that he was in danger. They all were.
“You can’t keep me in here!” he yelled, trying to get someone’s attention, but it was useless.
There were shouts coming from down the hall, then more screaming, the sound of shots being fired and a horrible wailing.
Choking back tears, LJ slumped down to the ground, pulling his knees up to his chin.
He was going to die in here.
They were going to swarm the place and eventually they would break in. Bars would not keep them from him.
“Please please please let me get out alive,” LJ whispered as he pressed his face against his knees, praying to any god that would listen, “Please, I need to see my dad again. I need to see him. Please let me get out of here alive.”
More screams now, the sound of metal clanging.
“They’re getting in! We need to get out of here!” someone yelled.
LJ looked up suddenly as a guard ran past his cell. He reached his hand out and grabbed the leg of another C.O. who screamed like a girl and fell to the ground.
“Please, you have to let me out of here!” LJ protested as the C.O. kicked at him. “Stop, I’m not a zombie! Please, just let me out!”
“I-I can’t,” the C.O. called as he dislodged LJ’s hand and stood up, “I’m sorry, I….I gotta go.”
Then he took off down the hall, leaving LJ alone to contemplate his imminent death.
He could hear the sound of their moans and groans over the commotion the C.O.’s were making in their haste to get away. They’d be there soon. And then it would all be over.
LJ stood up and leaned against the bars, trying to see if anyone else was coming down the hall. He was greeted with an ugly snarling face and the putrid smell of rotting flesh. He gave a startled yelp and stumbled backward, nearly falling on his ass as he tried to get away from the sight. And the smell.
It was C.O. Gardener. Or at least what was left of him.
Half his face had been torn off, the muscle hanging limply from the bone, his right eye bulging obscenely. One of his hands was mangled and bloody and LJ thought how ironic it was that the very same hand had punched him in the gut when Gardener had been in a particularly bad mood the week before.
He almost laughed now as he looked at the cruel C.O., blood and gore splattered across his normally immaculate uniform, his greasy hair matted and half torn out.
“Dude, you fugly,” LJ exclaimed and Gardener hissed in reply, reaching his arms through the bars.
Nothing like a little black humour before your untimely death.
And that’s when he saw it. The ring of keys hanging around the zombie C.O.’s belt. The keys that would unlock his cell.
Freedom would be his soon enough.
Slowly, LJ approached the ravenous zombie. He bent down and tried to reach for the keys, but Gardener swatted at him, nearly missing LJ’s head. The boy ducked and fell backwards onto the floor as Gardener let out a snarl and clawed at the air in front of him, not quite grasping the fact that he’d reach LJ better if he bent down.
Breathing hard, LJ picked himself up off the ground and tried to figure out his next plan of attack. The moaning sounds from down below were getting louder and he knew that soon his chances of survival would be much much lower.
He looked around the cell for a weapon, but there was nothing. He was going to have to be a bit more resourceful.
He grabbed the sheet off his bed and tore a long strip off from it, then carefully, he moved towards the zombie. Gardener gnashed his teeth, trying to press his face through the bars to reach the human inside as he stretched his arms out in an effort to grab onto some warm flesh.
LJ was almost crying now, he really really did not want to do this. But if he was going to live, he’d have to take his chances with this creature. Besides, he’d rather it be one than dozens.
Or hundreds.
A shriek from below snapped him back into reality, and without another thought he swiftly lunged forward and wrapped the piece of bed sheet around the monster’s hands. The zombie growled and struggled as LJ tied in a knot in the sheet, effectively pinning the dead C.O. to the bars. For now at least.
Then, gathering up his courage he knelt down and reached out to grab the keys on the zombie’s belt. Gardener struggled harder, trying to swipe at the boy, but his bound hands only banged uselessly against the bars of the cell.
LJ felt the tip of the keyring on his finger and tried to pull it off quickly in his haste to get free. But he missed and the keys remained on the C.O’s belt, dangling teasingly just out of reach.
He heard a ripping sound above him and now he was panicking. If the zombie got free this would be it. The others would be upstairs soon enough and he wouldn’t have enough time to bind the C.O. and try for the keys again.
Willing himself to stop shaking, LJ reached out again and this time he grasped the keyring firmly and pulled. It came free and LJ felt relief wash over him, which was quickly replaced by dread when he realized what he'd have to face once he got out.
“Don’t think about that,” he told himself, “Don’t think, just act. You’re gonna get out of here. You’re gonna see Dad again.”
It took him two tries to get the right key, but finally the lock clicked and he pulled open the door.
Just as Gardener broke free.
Letting out a cry of surprise, LJ fell backwards over the desk, breaking the flimsy wooden chair into splinters as the zombie lunged at him.
It was just one big snarling, bloody mess as LJ tried to push the C.O. off of him. He was careful not to get anywhere near those teeth as the zombie hissed and snapped at him, trying to bite his tender flesh. He knew what happened when they bit you.
Desperately, he reached out to grab something, anything, he could use as a weapon. His hand grasped a broken piece of the chair leg and he held it firmly in his hand, a makeshift spear. Grunting with the effort, LJ raised the stake in his hand and brought it down into Gardener’s head. Bright red blood spurted out from the wound as the zombie shrieked and then died.
“Aw, gross!” LJ exclaimed as he hastily shoved the dead body off of him.
He picked himself up off the ground and that’s when he noticed the gun in the holster on Gardener’s hip. Feeling a surge of adrenaline from his near death, LJ quickly recovered from the shock of his recent kill and grabbed the gun.
And not a moment too soon as the zombies from downstairs had just managed to find their way into the room.
“You want me, huh?!” LJ asked, “You wanna eat me? Well suck on this!”
He raised the gun, fired at the zombie…and missed, the bullet ricocheting off the wall and lodging somewhere in the door. He fired again and managed to hit the zombie’s leg, but it did little to slow down the creature. He fired again and grazed another zombie’s arm.
They were getting closer, but LJ didn’t seem to care. He was almost mad in his attempt to shoot down the undead inmates steadily making their way towards him. He fired again and managed to take off a zombie’s ear, but still no kill shot.
The lead zombie was almost upon him now and he could have sworn he saw the thing smiling. It raised its arms, reaching out to grab onto him and LJ raised the gun and pointed it right at its forehead.
“Fuck. You,” he spat and he fired.
He half expected to hear a click, to have the gun jam like in so many horror movies. But it didn’t. Instead the gun went off and lodged a bullet firmly in the zombie’s skull, splattering blood and brain matter all over LJ and the walls. The zombie dropped like a ton of bricks, the others tripping over its body as they tried to get to the boy.
LJ let out a laugh, as he wiped the blood from his face. “You want me?!” he exclaimed to the other fiends, “Well come and get me!”
He backed away down the hallway, egging the zombies on. “Come on, can’t you go any faster?! I know you want a piece of this!”
Full of crazy adrenaline and still chuckling to himself, LJ turned the corner. And landed right in the hands of a group of zombies.
The undead monsters quickly latched onto him, their claws sinking into his flesh as they dragged him down to the ground. He kicked his legs furiously, trying to dislodge the zombies, but there were just too many.
His mind was racing as he squirmed and flailed, trying to fend the dead inmates off. “Please no! No! I have to see him! I have to see him just one more time!”
But it was no use and as they bit into him, he knew it was all over.
His screams echoed off the walls of the prison as the grey linoleum floor slowly turned red.
Chapter 1: Living Dead Girl