[Heroes] Not an Option
Title: Not an Option
Fandom/original: Heroes vs. Zombies
Characters: Noah Bennet
Rating: G
Word count: 319
Notes: Word #181: Failing over at 15-min fics
Used to be, he'd feel pretty awesome strutting down the main street of a small down wearing motorcycle leathers. Black and thick and worn in just the right places so he didn't squeak so much when he walked.
Course, back then he wouldn't have been wearing leather for defence. He also wouldn't have been wearing a hockey goalie helmet, carrying a machete, and dragging a wire shopping cart filled with canned goods behind him.
Times had changed.
It had been almost a year since the big outbreak and a lot of the first-wave infected, this far south, were entering advanced stages of decomposition. You'd hardly find first-wavers still on their feet; you had to watch the ground in front of you for bodies at ground-level, dragging themselves by their rotting arms, entrails trailing behind them.
He hated that kind. He hated infected kids, too, for the same reason. The lower their head the more of a disadvantage he found himself to be at due to his height. Well, he hated the kids for other reasons too... they always reminded him of his son and daughter.
If there'd been anyone travelling with him they may have questioned his sanity for his quest; he was determined to find his kids, his ex-wife, and keep them safe. A year after the out-break.
He'd been living in DC when the first wave of evacuations started and he'd immediately driven to his daughter's college in NY state. She wasn't there. Apparently she'd been away, visiting friends, and hadn't told him.
Following her trail had taken him months but he couldn't find evidence of her; alive, dead, or the worst scenario... infected.
He hoped she got it in her head to meet up with her mother and brother and had started for California. He was headed that way, now, and refused to let himself think about failing.
His family were Bennets, they never gave up.
Fandom/original: Heroes vs. Zombies
Characters: Noah Bennet
Rating: G
Word count: 319
Notes: Word #181: Failing over at 15-min fics
Used to be, he'd feel pretty awesome strutting down the main street of a small down wearing motorcycle leathers. Black and thick and worn in just the right places so he didn't squeak so much when he walked.
Course, back then he wouldn't have been wearing leather for defence. He also wouldn't have been wearing a hockey goalie helmet, carrying a machete, and dragging a wire shopping cart filled with canned goods behind him.
Times had changed.
It had been almost a year since the big outbreak and a lot of the first-wave infected, this far south, were entering advanced stages of decomposition. You'd hardly find first-wavers still on their feet; you had to watch the ground in front of you for bodies at ground-level, dragging themselves by their rotting arms, entrails trailing behind them.
He hated that kind. He hated infected kids, too, for the same reason. The lower their head the more of a disadvantage he found himself to be at due to his height. Well, he hated the kids for other reasons too... they always reminded him of his son and daughter.
If there'd been anyone travelling with him they may have questioned his sanity for his quest; he was determined to find his kids, his ex-wife, and keep them safe. A year after the out-break.
He'd been living in DC when the first wave of evacuations started and he'd immediately driven to his daughter's college in NY state. She wasn't there. Apparently she'd been away, visiting friends, and hadn't told him.
Following her trail had taken him months but he couldn't find evidence of her; alive, dead, or the worst scenario... infected.
He hoped she got it in her head to meet up with her mother and brother and had started for California. He was headed that way, now, and refused to let himself think about failing.
His family were Bennets, they never gave up.