77Zombie's in the Dying Flesh
Okay you guys! I'm makin' a zombie story! I've watched the movies, read the books, drawn the pictures, and now I add written to the list. (Plus there is a complete negative number of zombie stories in this category.)
It'll be half heart, speaking on playing card standards, in other words half fluff, but not like rainbows and unicorns. You know let's get that strait, lets just say it'll be the kind of thing where some chapters will be fluff, and some oober dark! But I'll give ya'll a warning in those types of situations. I'm not sure how this'll turn out though I mean It'll be awesome! Cause there's zombies in it . (srry if I ruin this by bad writing.)
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Disclaimer- Don't own Teen Titans cause life sucks
Warnings- None on this chapter I suppose it gets gory, but other than that, nuthin'… oh wait! Character death.
Enjoy…
Chapter 1 - In the tower
"Most people don't believe something can happen until it already has. That's not stupidity or weakness, that's just human nature." ― Max Brooks, World War Z
"Titans Go!" A scream sounded, as the team charged towards the slow moving pedestrians. "Don't hurt them! There not in their right minds!" The team commenced, following their fearless leaders orders, attempting to catch the unfocused civilians without causing them any bodily harm. Raven wraped several walls of dark energy around a herd of twenty or so disoriented bystanders, the short haired girl raising a brow.
"Robin, do these people seem… pale?" She asked never taking her eyes off the on-coming herd.
"Their sick, Rae, Just try to restrain them!" Beast Boy screamed, having heard the stray conversation, turning into a buffalo to herd the attackers into a corner forcefully.
Starfire held two at a time by the wrists carrying them towards a nearby gate, repeating the process, the civilians slowly drawing closer.
"I do agree with friend Raven, they do seem very pale!" Star joined into the conversation, seeing Cyborg grab a bundle of steel street rails, tying men and women in groups of five, leaving them to moan on the hard grey slabs.
"Where are they all coming from?!" Beast Boy asked, morphing to a T-Rex.
"I don't know Beast Boy! Just keep trying to round them!" Robin swiped his feet low, causing a dozen or so restless men to clatter to the ground, several thuds following.
"AHHH!" The remaining team turned to see Starfire gripping her wrist, red dripping from her newly acquired wound. "That bad man bite me…" The shaking Titan pointed to a crazed man, with eyes rolled back, gravity soon taking it's toil, falling to the far from stained cement with a weak scream.
"Starfire!" Robin ran towards the girl sprawled across the ground, pulling bandages from his belt followed by a bottle of peroxide, to aid his spazing friend, dodging their restless opponents.
"EHH!" Robin stopped dead in his tracks turning to see the young changeling being overrun by the horde of ill beings, sobbed screams filling the air, Raven screaming his name, attempting to rescue the injured Titan. It wasn't long until he heard two simultaneous screams pierce the air, Raven and Cyborg being pulled into the softly moaning herd, like there friends had been just moments before.
Robin continued his frantic run to Starfire, who screamed a horrifyingly pained scream, legs burning as he came up, freezing dead in his tracks, nearly falling back. The creatures ripped the young Tamerainian's flesh to revile the stream of dark red intestines, being ripped into by these beasts, a sickening crack sounding as the young alien's ribs where ripped apart.
She lay organs being devoured strait from her lacerated body, blood being lapped by the unhealthy commoners, soon releasing a breath as the darkness consumed her.
Robin found himself unable to move, legs growing weak, shaking beneath him, as he watched the unholy sight unfold, swallowing back the oncoming sob.
He stood for but a moment, mouth agape, when one of the same creatures attacking his team grabbed his waist, ripping the last pocket on his brightly lite belt, his grappling hook falling to the ground, attempting to bite his neck, quickly being elbowed in the nose. Yet another sickly crack erupting into the air, though the dazed teen didn't hear it, or simply didn't care. He was in a sort of trance, not seeming to care whether or not he hurt the people who seemed a bit less human now than before, running through the horde to either kick them to the ground or flipping over there balding heads. He ignored the pained screams and crackle of the innocent being consumed by these 'things', he couldn't worry about that right now, he had to run. All he knew was he had to get away. As far away as possible.
The raven haired boy decided his best bet was to head back to the tower, seeing as that was the most secured building in the city, if there was anywhere he could hide, it was there. 'Is this what I've resorted to? Hiding?' Robin thought, hating himself to no extent, though he was more than aware that there was nothing he could do, having seen the capability of the invading beasts.
His fingers flew like a cheetah on steroids as he typed in the twelve digit code, secret entrance becoming known. He quickly slipped into the dark abbess, seriously wishing they'd put a bit more light in the tunnel when they'd built the tower. 'What's happening?! St-Starfire! All of them! W-w-what was wrong with those poor people? Why did this happen? Everything was perfectly fine this morning… Beast Boy was playing games… Star…Star was cooking…Raven reading… Cy fawning over his car, but…then we got the call…and…" Robin bit his lower lip, stepping into the large living quarters to go to the security system, scanning his palm to engage complete lock down protocol. He laid his head on the cool metal, trying to control his emotions, turning moments later to have a gun barrel placed to his temple.
Robin paled as he saw the man holding the gun, truly believing his life was to end right then and there.
"Say something." The mercenary stated coldly, his gaze remaining on the stilled form.
"Hi?" Robin piped, watching the gun fall, the masked man walked to the couch. 'First the mission then this, wh-' Robin was snapped from his frantic mind when a thought hit him.
"How'd you get in the tower?!" The bird narrowed his eyes, shooting a deathly glare at the man, who merely shook it off.
"It was quite simple, boy, I have hacked in the past." Slade laid on the couch as if everything where normal. "Your tower is the most secure building in the city. I would stay in my base, though it's been over-run by the undead."
"The undead?!" The teen's eyes nearly popped from his masked face, a terrified, somewhat unnerving look passing his features.
"You haven't noticed? I thought you where smarter than that, boy."
"What do you mean by the undead?" Robin asked ignoring the previous comment.
"Oh your friend Beast Boy might have mentioned something of the sorts… zombies you might know them as?"
"Do you mean like the dead coming back to feast on the living?!" The teen plopped down on the opposite end of the couch, head landing in hands.
"Quite. The virus spreads by the transfer of saliva, many have already become infected." Robin tensed clasping his hands in his lap, looking down as if they where the most interesting thing in the world.
"If your lucky they don't simply bite you, they devour you whole…" Robin swallowed, holding in the tears, thinking back to Starfire. "Those monsters!" The boy slammed his fists on the glass table, placed next to the couch, shards of glass scattering the floor, causing Slade to raise a brow, though he didn't make as much as a statement, taking the action as a warning, not looking for a fight at the moment.
The pair sat in silence for a moment, though the teen, who was on the brink of tears, soon spoke.
"Wh-what do we do?"
"We survive. There is no other way, boy." The older man stared at the boy, as if to say 'duh'.
"How…" The bird whispered, barely audible, surly it wasn't the way they had in the movies…was it…?
"Injuring the brain stem tends to do the trick. In other words shoot them in the head." Robin didn't respond softly shaking his head in hands, he should have seen that coming.
"I can't kill innocent people…" Robin felt trapped by the on coming tears, shocked they hadn't fallen by now, though he stayed strong, digging his nails in his scalp.
Nearly screeching, Robin's head shot up, Slade having firmly gripped his arm, not in a threatening way, but still authoritative.
"Listen to me, bird boy, those 'innocent people' as you call them are no longer human, there infected, cannibalistic beasts, by allowing them to live, your allowing them to kill more people." Slade watched as the teen's eyes widened, attempting to pull from the grip, though the man held firm.
The alarm pierced the pair's ears, causing the rivals to freeze, the hand soon falling from the boy's arm, Slade pulling out two guns attempting to hand one to the frazzled teen, who quickly rejected waving his hands frantically.
"No I'm good." Slade narrowed his one visible eye, noticing the boy had paled drastically, sighing as the gun was returned to it's holster, resisting the urge to roll his visible eye, holding his own at his side. The frantic at this point boy ran to a small computer, typing in a short code before the larger screen popped up with several of the undead clawing at the tower's outside, attempting to break through the defenses.
"It won't take long for them to break through, even with the tower's security." Robin stated, running to the closet, rustling through the mess, butt high in the air, when he finally found what he was looking for, shoving it in his belt, knowing they wouldn't be able to stay here for long, nor return.
Just as the stairs became occupied by a clump of rotting flesh Robin sprung to his feet, jumping into a fighting stance.
"Your sure you wouldn't like a gun?" Slade asked. Robin shook his head jumping to pull his staff out to swipe an oncoming civilian to the ground, turning to look back at the masked criminal.
"I'm not killing anyone!" His face shifted to a determined scowl, telling the man there was no convincing him otherwise.
"As you wish, but don't think I'll play by the same rules, boy." Shot after shot sounded, each hitting there target dead on, Robin watching in horror, mouth having dropped open, as despite the man's shooting they drew closer.
"We need to get out of here!" Slade screamed over the commotion, snapping the boy from his daze. "Is there any other way to escape?"
"The elevator." Robin started running towards the elevator, a hand stopping him.
"That might not be the best idea, seeing as more of these 'things' could be waiting at the bottom."
"It leads to a secret passage no one else knows about."
"Not even the other Titans?" Robin looked towards the ground taking in a deep ragged breath, ignoring the shots that fired, wiping away a tear with the back of his gloved hand before pulling away from the man to enter the elevator. Slade sighed following after him, wondering where the other Titans where, though he felt it best not to ask, having a pretty good idea of what had probably happened.
The teen lead the way turning down several corridors, before coming to a rusted steal door, typing in yet another code, which lead to yet another long hall.
Once the door swung open the pair was met with clouded eyes, belonging to a green haired tiger, red covering his fur, seeing the oncoming meal.
"Beast Boy…" Robin swallowed his sorrow, he must have snuck in after him. The zombified boy pounced towards the stunned leader, though Robin was able to quickly jump from the carnivorous teen's path, the undead changeling skidding to a stop, jumping to the teen once more, pinning him to the wall, a loud bang sounding from the impact. Robin looked up in horror, the rotting flesh dangling from his tattered skin, milk white eyes looking down on him, sniffing him, as if he recognized the fear bound boy, who now attempted to push the undead off his limbs, gritting his teeth as the tiger pressed all his weight on his aching arms, leaning in to attack the scared to death hero.
Robin saw red release from the crazed animals head, a bullet hitting the wall next to him, a loud click sounding as the gun was cocked once more. He laid there feeling the blood land on his cheeks, not having fully comprehended the severity of the situation, looking down to see his friend, who had transformed back into his human form, his bright green form sprawled out over him, quickly backing away leaving the boy's lifeless form, frantically trying to wipe off the touch. Once the teen had collected himself, he turned to the man holding the gun, releasing a ragged breath, through his blood stained lips, he'd just realized he was holding. They sat in silence until a look of pure angst passed over the young hero's face, screaming at the villain.
"Wh-that was Beast Boy! That was my friend!" Robin shook furiously, hands clenched into fists at his sides, unable to look the criminal in the face, looking to the floor instead. A hand clutched his shoulder, tighter than before, head quickly shooting up to see the man's one visible eye narrowed.
"He was going to kill you, Robin. That thing wasn't Beast Boy anymore." Slade spoke firmly, his touch causing the shake to calm dramatically, which Robin didn't understand.
Slade didn't remove his hand until the boy's breath regulated, turning to continue the walk down the long passage, Robin wiping away the blood on his mouth, though only smearing his lips red.
They made there way down, not meeting any additional trouble as the pair slowly turned the finale corner, one finale code opening the hidden door, which lead to the outside world. Robin looked around, shocked at the sight of his city, shocked it could become so bad, so fast, the buildings seeming near crumbling as the foes made their way down the street, fire consuming many of the large apartments, residence having been preparing dinner before this tragedy had occurred. Blood splattered the streets, pooling around the remains of men, women, and the worst sight the boy had seen in all his life, children. There limbs dismembered, bites covering there frail bodies, the sickly red ooze seemingly sticking to there lacerated flesh, or at least what was left of it, making Robin near hurl. Slade noticed, wrapping a hand over the hero's lips, putting a finger over his own, indicating that he shouldn't make a sound. Robin merely swallowed it down before continuing down the demolished path, being followed by the masked villain.
Once, they'd wandered for maybe three hours, the pair decided to take a rest, plopping down on two large wooden crates.
"Why?" Robin asked in a harsh whisper, looking to the ground with a sigh.
"What do you mean?" Slade looked questioningly towards the young hero who looked completely broken.
"Why do you stay, why not just leave me to die?"
"There's strength in numbers, boy, plus if you could believe, I don't find pleasure in watching people die."
"Could've fooled me…" The teen stated, feeling a hand grab his cheeks roughly, leading his eyes to meet the villain's.
"Robin, he would have killed you. If I hadn't stopped him, you'd be dead." The hand fell, as the man turned to continue the journey through the city, the hero, sat wondering why those few words angered the man so, rubbing his reddened cheek, the villain soon shouting back to the stilled bird.
"Are you coming?" Robin jumped following the man down the bleeding road, eyes aimed towards the concert, side-stepping every so often to avoid slick red puddles. They walked in silence knowing the undead could be watching from afar, planning an attack, but Robin truly hoped they weren't quite that smart, and he was right, looking around to see milk white eyes staring into nothingness, shuffling across the ruff ground, not seeming to notice the pair as they walked towards the city's outer-limits, though they where unsure of where they would go afterwards.
You know what? I don't know about Robin, but I'd just love it if the government collapsed, and I got to spend my time killing the undead. wouldn't you?
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Their like really working on a virus to use in times of warfare to destroy our enemy's by illness… gee what could possibly go wrong? I mean my lord! Do they not think the virus is going to come back to bite us in the butt? Maybe one of our troops gets infected and comes back hmmm?
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Sorry I just think our governments being daft… no biggie though.
You know why I'd love for the undead to invade... finding my enemies to shoot them in the head… no-one would question it either, I'd simply say they where infected…
Robin- Num-num's!
Me- what? After the things that'll happen to you, that'll seem like charity work!
Robin- *gulp* w-what are you gonna d-do to me…
Me- You don't need to know…
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Soooo… I would love some snacks! Insert feedback here plz-
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