< Transformers/Zombieland > Of Twinkies and Army Zombies
Title: Of Twinkies and Army Zombies
Prompt: N/A
Author: crazedwolf
Rating: PG
Series: Zombieland and Transformers (2k7/2k9)
Characters: Tallahassee, Wichita, Columbus, Little Rock, Ironhide, Will Lennox
Warnings: CRACK. BD
Summary: This was going to turn into another Twinkie dilema, Columbus just knew it.
Author's Notes:
Because you all asked for it..the sequel to “ Demon Trucks”! =D This is also for this month's challenge over at flesh_and_steel because it's Zombies, and who am I to resist that?
Enjoy!
Ironhide had dealt with a lot of things in his time. Countless battles with the Decepticons, adapting to new worlds, meeting new creatures and beings that he had never encountered before, and loads of experiences that most would never be able to wrap their processors around.
But this..this definitely 'took the cake', as Lennox had always said.
“Disgustin' lil' things,” he grumbled, knocking away one of the deranged zombie creatures as it tried to bite his leg. He made to stand as more of the diseased humans began to come out of the woodwork, the weapon's master having been trying to get a handle on his current situation since he had, apparently, been out of it for quite some time.
So much for that idea though.
Putting some distance between himself and the zombies, which wasn't that hard to do at all, Ironhide tried for what seemed like the hundredth time to contact someone. None of the other Autobots were answering and the N.E.S.T. frequencies were all quiet. He would never admit it out loud, but he was worried. His comrades-his friends-were somewhere out there and he had no way of getting a hold of them at current, and the only humans he had run into that weren't trying (and failing) to eat him were those ones that had hijacked him for a ride.
Part of him felt bad for kicking them out. Almost.
[Ironhide to Prime. Are ya' there? Is anybody there?]
-
“I'm tired.”
“Quit yer whinin'.”
“I'm not whining. I'm just making a statement,” Little Rock argued, glaring at Tallahassee's back as they continued the long trek down the road. Since their run in with the 'Demon Truck', their fearless leader had proclaimed that they weren't picking another car and were going to walk. Needless to say, it wasn't one of his best plans ever considering the next town was still another three miles out.
“With you, it's all the same. So just shut yer trap and let's call it good.”
“We could talk about--” Columbus ducked behind Wichita as Tallahassee rounded on him, waving his shotgun threateningly.
“That means you too, got it?” he snapped, lowering his weapon as the fearful young man nodded hurriedly. Wichita rolled her eyes and continued walking, dragging her boyfriend along with her as the gun-toting cowboy took up the rear this time.
-
“No,” Ironhide muttered as he finally found some sign of his friends, the Autobot slowing his approach as he caught sight of a familiar military CROW. He snapped out of his daze and easily made his way over to it, removing a few zombies from his path before reaching for and turning the CROW upright. “Will?” was the first word that escaped him as he did a scan of the vehicle and found nothing. A string of Cybertronian curses escaped him as he sank down to sit before the vehicle, anger and sadness taking hold. “We shouldn't have let ya' come.”
-
After what seemed like forever, the four man zombie hunting crew finally found themselves within the city they had been headed for and thankfully so.
“Food!” Little Rock cheered as she dragged her sister over towards an abandoned grocery store.
“Any zombie that gets in her way is going to learn the hard way not to get in between a girl and food,” Columbus murmured with a grin as he and Tallahassee trailed behind them, keeping an eye out for any unwelcome visitors. The cowboy snorted, shotgun slung over his shoulder as he strolled along beside the younger man.
“Been awhile since I had a Twinkie. I'm hopin' they have some,” he mused with a dreamy look and Columbus couldn't help the fear he felt.
He hoped to God they had Twinkies in that store.
-
Like usual, zombies had started to come out of the woodwork after a few minutes of peace and quiet, but Ironhide didn't pay them any attention. They couldn't hurt them so he'd just let them break their teeth on his legs for awhile. He had other things weighing his processor down anyway. The Autobot was unable to help it as horrible thoughts occurred to him, Ironhide wondering if the N.E.S.T. team had succumb to the disease or worse, a zombie attack. His optics flickered as his frame shuddered, the weapon specialist looking down as a zombie attempted to climb up onto his knee joint and froze.
He recognized that uniform.
Without a second thought Ironhide scooped the zombie up, optics sweeping over him and, despite the sadness he felt that an operative had been turned, it wasn't one he knew personally. The zombie thrashed about as the weapon specialist held him, but the robot didn't care, taking a moment to actually look around now. There were at least seven other N.E.S.T. operatives amongst the zombies attempting to consume him, a few familiar but not so familiar that his spark ached too badly.
“Here's hopin',” he muttered as he lurched forward and stood, replacing the zombie on the ground with great care before transforming and taking off down the road with renewed hope.
-
While the smell inside the store was a bit disturbing, most of the canned goods and boxed goods were still in decent shape which meant--
“Snack foods, snack foods. Oh where are ya' my delicious cream filled friends!” Tallahassee practically sang as he made for one of the aisles, leaving the three younger hunters to find their own goodies. Little Rock already had a bag of pretzels that she was munching on while Wichita and Columbus shared a box of gushers.
“I'll bet a bag of Cheetos that he doesn't find them.”
“Let's hope he does. I'd rather not have another Twinkie withdraw episode,” Columbus said with a shudder which made both girls laugh. Their amusement was ruined as a gunshot rang out through the store and immediately their snacks were forgotten as the trio rushed for the aisle, weapons drawn.
“Tallahassee are you--”
Rounding the corner, the trio found came upon an odd scene as Tallahassee was dropped to the floor by a man in military garb, his knee pressed into the cowboy's back to keep him down.
“Ow ow ow! Git off me ya' psycho!”
“Yeah! Get off him!” Little Rock announced her presence as she lifted her gun. The military man glanced up, rolling his eyes in exasperation before lifting his hands in a peaceful gesture though his knee stayed right where it was.
“Easy, kid. I'm not going to hurt him. He tried to shoot me.”
“Did not! He's lyin'!”
Little Rock, Wichita, and Columbus all shared a look before lowering their weapons.
“Who are you?”
“Major William Lennox,” he replied, eyebrow lifting. “You guys?”
Prompt: N/A
Author: crazedwolf
Rating: PG
Series: Zombieland and Transformers (2k7/2k9)
Characters: Tallahassee, Wichita, Columbus, Little Rock, Ironhide, Will Lennox
Warnings: CRACK. BD
Summary: This was going to turn into another Twinkie dilema, Columbus just knew it.
Author's Notes:
Because you all asked for it..the sequel to “ Demon Trucks”! =D This is also for this month's challenge over at flesh_and_steel because it's Zombies, and who am I to resist that?
Enjoy!
Ironhide had dealt with a lot of things in his time. Countless battles with the Decepticons, adapting to new worlds, meeting new creatures and beings that he had never encountered before, and loads of experiences that most would never be able to wrap their processors around.
But this..this definitely 'took the cake', as Lennox had always said.
“Disgustin' lil' things,” he grumbled, knocking away one of the deranged zombie creatures as it tried to bite his leg. He made to stand as more of the diseased humans began to come out of the woodwork, the weapon's master having been trying to get a handle on his current situation since he had, apparently, been out of it for quite some time.
So much for that idea though.
Putting some distance between himself and the zombies, which wasn't that hard to do at all, Ironhide tried for what seemed like the hundredth time to contact someone. None of the other Autobots were answering and the N.E.S.T. frequencies were all quiet. He would never admit it out loud, but he was worried. His comrades-his friends-were somewhere out there and he had no way of getting a hold of them at current, and the only humans he had run into that weren't trying (and failing) to eat him were those ones that had hijacked him for a ride.
Part of him felt bad for kicking them out. Almost.
[Ironhide to Prime. Are ya' there? Is anybody there?]
-
“I'm tired.”
“Quit yer whinin'.”
“I'm not whining. I'm just making a statement,” Little Rock argued, glaring at Tallahassee's back as they continued the long trek down the road. Since their run in with the 'Demon Truck', their fearless leader had proclaimed that they weren't picking another car and were going to walk. Needless to say, it wasn't one of his best plans ever considering the next town was still another three miles out.
“With you, it's all the same. So just shut yer trap and let's call it good.”
“We could talk about--” Columbus ducked behind Wichita as Tallahassee rounded on him, waving his shotgun threateningly.
“That means you too, got it?” he snapped, lowering his weapon as the fearful young man nodded hurriedly. Wichita rolled her eyes and continued walking, dragging her boyfriend along with her as the gun-toting cowboy took up the rear this time.
-
“No,” Ironhide muttered as he finally found some sign of his friends, the Autobot slowing his approach as he caught sight of a familiar military CROW. He snapped out of his daze and easily made his way over to it, removing a few zombies from his path before reaching for and turning the CROW upright. “Will?” was the first word that escaped him as he did a scan of the vehicle and found nothing. A string of Cybertronian curses escaped him as he sank down to sit before the vehicle, anger and sadness taking hold. “We shouldn't have let ya' come.”
-
After what seemed like forever, the four man zombie hunting crew finally found themselves within the city they had been headed for and thankfully so.
“Food!” Little Rock cheered as she dragged her sister over towards an abandoned grocery store.
“Any zombie that gets in her way is going to learn the hard way not to get in between a girl and food,” Columbus murmured with a grin as he and Tallahassee trailed behind them, keeping an eye out for any unwelcome visitors. The cowboy snorted, shotgun slung over his shoulder as he strolled along beside the younger man.
“Been awhile since I had a Twinkie. I'm hopin' they have some,” he mused with a dreamy look and Columbus couldn't help the fear he felt.
He hoped to God they had Twinkies in that store.
-
Like usual, zombies had started to come out of the woodwork after a few minutes of peace and quiet, but Ironhide didn't pay them any attention. They couldn't hurt them so he'd just let them break their teeth on his legs for awhile. He had other things weighing his processor down anyway. The Autobot was unable to help it as horrible thoughts occurred to him, Ironhide wondering if the N.E.S.T. team had succumb to the disease or worse, a zombie attack. His optics flickered as his frame shuddered, the weapon specialist looking down as a zombie attempted to climb up onto his knee joint and froze.
He recognized that uniform.
Without a second thought Ironhide scooped the zombie up, optics sweeping over him and, despite the sadness he felt that an operative had been turned, it wasn't one he knew personally. The zombie thrashed about as the weapon specialist held him, but the robot didn't care, taking a moment to actually look around now. There were at least seven other N.E.S.T. operatives amongst the zombies attempting to consume him, a few familiar but not so familiar that his spark ached too badly.
“Here's hopin',” he muttered as he lurched forward and stood, replacing the zombie on the ground with great care before transforming and taking off down the road with renewed hope.
-
While the smell inside the store was a bit disturbing, most of the canned goods and boxed goods were still in decent shape which meant--
“Snack foods, snack foods. Oh where are ya' my delicious cream filled friends!” Tallahassee practically sang as he made for one of the aisles, leaving the three younger hunters to find their own goodies. Little Rock already had a bag of pretzels that she was munching on while Wichita and Columbus shared a box of gushers.
“I'll bet a bag of Cheetos that he doesn't find them.”
“Let's hope he does. I'd rather not have another Twinkie withdraw episode,” Columbus said with a shudder which made both girls laugh. Their amusement was ruined as a gunshot rang out through the store and immediately their snacks were forgotten as the trio rushed for the aisle, weapons drawn.
“Tallahassee are you--”
Rounding the corner, the trio found came upon an odd scene as Tallahassee was dropped to the floor by a man in military garb, his knee pressed into the cowboy's back to keep him down.
“Ow ow ow! Git off me ya' psycho!”
“Yeah! Get off him!” Little Rock announced her presence as she lifted her gun. The military man glanced up, rolling his eyes in exasperation before lifting his hands in a peaceful gesture though his knee stayed right where it was.
“Easy, kid. I'm not going to hurt him. He tried to shoot me.”
“Did not! He's lyin'!”
Little Rock, Wichita, and Columbus all shared a look before lowering their weapons.
“Who are you?”
“Major William Lennox,” he replied, eyebrow lifting. “You guys?”