it all ends in blood; pg; au for s4 of the x-files, sometime after the episode "the field where I died."
Vernon Ephesian had been right about one thing. The end of the world was nigh, just as he’d said, although he hadn't been quite as clairvoyant about the how.
Still, another reason to hate the bastard, Mulder thought, taking careful aim before blowing off a zombie’s head.
“Mulder, down,” Scully yelled, somewhere to his left. He hit the floor without a second thought. A shot rang out over his head, and then blood was seeping towards him along the off-white tile floor of the grocery store as yet another member of the leagues of the undead collapsed in a mess of shattered bones and rotting skin. There was a moment of silence, and then another shot. Practical, conscientious Scully and her undying (heh) need to be certain
( ... )
Faint footsteps sounded behind him a minute later, and then Scully appeared at his elbow, saying, “Okay, I’ve got it, we’re good.”
“We’re all set?”
“Yeah,” she said, passing him a sealed plastic tube containing a used eye-dropper and thick, semi-coagulated zombie blood with ungloved hands. Then she paused, teetering a little on her feet. “Mulder -“ She reached out to grab his arm, stumbling, her head dropping to sway heavily.
“Scully? Scully,” Mulder said, panic blooming in his breast as he turned to face her fully, gripping her shoulders to steady her. “Hey, hey, Scully, come on, easy -“
She dragged her head up, her eyes flicking across his face like she couldn’t focus and her mouth pursed tight. Her skin was ashen. “Mulder?” she said, a note of confusion in her voice, but Mulder’s throat was too constricted at the sight of the thin trickle of blood falling down to from her nose to her lip to answer her call.
“Mulder,” she repeated, frowning. Then she seemed to realize what he was staring at, and she turned away with a quiet, “
( ... )
He poked his head out, looking both ways just like his mother used to tell him about crosswalks. Not all that different, really, zombies and lousy drivers. Both are lacking in brains and motor skills.
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Vernon Ephesian had been right about one thing. The end of the world was nigh, just as he’d said, although he hadn't been quite as clairvoyant about the how.
Still, another reason to hate the bastard, Mulder thought, taking careful aim before blowing off a zombie’s head.
“Mulder, down,” Scully yelled, somewhere to his left. He hit the floor without a second thought. A shot rang out over his head, and then blood was seeping towards him along the off-white tile floor of the grocery store as yet another member of the leagues of the undead collapsed in a mess of shattered bones and rotting skin. There was a moment of silence, and then another shot. Practical, conscientious Scully and her undying (heh) need to be certain ( ... )
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“We’re all set?”
“Yeah,” she said, passing him a sealed plastic tube containing a used eye-dropper and thick, semi-coagulated zombie blood with ungloved hands. Then she paused, teetering a little on her feet. “Mulder -“ She reached out to grab his arm, stumbling, her head dropping to sway heavily.
“Scully? Scully,” Mulder said, panic blooming in his breast as he turned to face her fully, gripping her shoulders to steady her. “Hey, hey, Scully, come on, easy -“
She dragged her head up, her eyes flicking across his face like she couldn’t focus and her mouth pursed tight. Her skin was ashen. “Mulder?” she said, a note of confusion in her voice, but Mulder’s throat was too constricted at the sight of the thin trickle of blood falling down to from her nose to her lip to answer her call.
“Mulder,” she repeated, frowning. Then she seemed to realize what he was staring at, and she turned away with a quiet, “ ( ... )
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LOL. Am enjoying this.
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