March Fic Meme -- PROMPT Post -- CLOSED
Tell me a story I haven’t written, and I will give you 1-3 sentences from or about it. You get more if I can't keep it short, but please apply the KISS principle to your prompting
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Gibbs stumbled once, the toe of his shoe catching on the edge of the uneven pavement. Tony reached out automatically to steady him. After all, it wasn’t as if Gibbs hadn’t done the same for him numerous times over the last two days. Just the same, Gibbs stiffened and pulled away with a grumbled word of gratitude. Tony rolled his eyes and hoisted his pack higher on his shoulders before checking his weapon again.
“Settle,” Gibbs said softly and Tony bit back a sigh.
Settle. Gibbs said it like it should mean something but they were outnumbered and alone. They had been cut off from the rest of their team some time the day before and now were simply trying to get to Stillwater, Pennsylvania. It had only taken a few hours for them to realize that DC was overrun and they needed to get out. Alexandria wouldn’t be much better. They had all agreed that they needed to get away from and stay away from the bigger cities. Bigger population meant bigger numbers of infected people. And, as far as they knew, no one survived the infection - as human. At last report the infection rate had been at 80%. 80% of the population of Washington, DC meant a whole crapper load of zombies. Getting out was the only solution.
The solution may have cost them their friends, though as their position had been overrun the night before and the team had been splintered. They all knew where they were heading so now all the guys could do was hope their friends made it to Jethro and Tony’s hunting cabin.
Tony flinched when the sound of Jethro’s gun reached his ears and he realized he hadn’t been paying attention. As the zombie Jethro had shot tumbled to the ground, two more emerged from the tree line. Tony raised his weapon.
“You know what they say, Jethro,” he said as he took aim. “The trouble with surviving the zombie apocalypse is… you have to survive the zombie apocalypse.”
Jethro grinned. “Think you can make a break for it?”
Tony frowned. “Not without you.”
“Then I’ll race you to the RV up there. We need to evade these animals. If we keep picking them off, more will be drawn to the noise.”
“Right after you,” Tony said. Dare he hope the RV was empty and had gas? It actually looked like they might be able to weave their way through the abandoned cars now that they were far enough from the city. Driving would sure beat walking all the way to Stillwater.
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