The Dead Will Come 28 (Final Scene)
I want to take a moment first to thank everyone who has been reading this throughout the month and allowed me to be a bit silly an play with zombies like I've always wanted to. Thank you! *loves you all*
The Dead Will Come
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: The pilots. 1x2, 3x4
Summary: A batch of abandoned toxic waste turns a town into a living cemetery.
Warnings: Zombies, death (not the pilots), gore, language, violence and everything you would expect of a bad B movie. Also humor, hopefully.
Notes: This was inspired by Robert Rodriquez and Quentin Tarantino's "Grindhouse" so if you saw that then you know what to expect. If you haven't, then think of bad 80's zombie movies and you'll get the picture.
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In an old deserted highway, under the pale moonlight three figures walked along the road. Walker slowed down his truck as he approached them. There were three women, two longhaired blonds and a brunette with spiky hair.
The truck slid to a stop and walker rolled down the passenger window. "Do you need a ride?" he asked, putting on his most charming smile.
The girls didn't answer, didn't even look at him. "Is everything okay?" Walker asked, worried.
One of them whimpered.
Immediately walker opened his door and exited the truck. He walked around the truck to stand in front of the girls and he gasped.
He could see them now, their skin was greenish and their eyes dead. They had open wounds and broken bones but they didn't seem to notice those. They were smiling at him, twisted smiles with thin white lips.
Walker took a step back.
"Where are you going, hon?" asked the brunette, walking towards him.
"You offered us a ride and we plan on taking it." The fairer of the two blonds was leering at him.
He could smell them now; they smelt like dead.
The brunette looked at the one who hadn't spoken yet. "Do you want to keep him, Lena?"
"No, I don't like him that much, let Dotty play with him." Lena put her thin bunny arms around the brunette and they both watched him with their empty eyes. "You know how she likes to play."
Dotty licked her lips and a predatory smile appeared on her face. Walker took another step back.
"There's no use in running, Pet," Dotty said. "You are mine now." A strong cold hand wrapped around Walker's wrist. He tried to pull free but Dotty pulled him towards her.
"You'll like it, hon," said the brunette.
Walker felt rough and dry lips touch his.
"In fact," Lena's voice said as Walker took his last breath, "you'll thank us forever."
On the radio, inside the truck, music could be heard and a woman's voice sang softly.
"…I'm always walking after midnight
Searching for you…"
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*roll credits*
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Fic Illustration by Porcelain (p0rc)
The Dead Will Come
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: The pilots. 1x2, 3x4
Summary: A batch of abandoned toxic waste turns a town into a living cemetery.
Warnings: Zombies, death (not the pilots), gore, language, violence and everything you would expect of a bad B movie. Also humor, hopefully.
Notes: This was inspired by Robert Rodriquez and Quentin Tarantino's "Grindhouse" so if you saw that then you know what to expect. If you haven't, then think of bad 80's zombie movies and you'll get the picture.
1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28
In an old deserted highway, under the pale moonlight three figures walked along the road. Walker slowed down his truck as he approached them. There were three women, two longhaired blonds and a brunette with spiky hair.
The truck slid to a stop and walker rolled down the passenger window. "Do you need a ride?" he asked, putting on his most charming smile.
The girls didn't answer, didn't even look at him. "Is everything okay?" Walker asked, worried.
One of them whimpered.
Immediately walker opened his door and exited the truck. He walked around the truck to stand in front of the girls and he gasped.
He could see them now, their skin was greenish and their eyes dead. They had open wounds and broken bones but they didn't seem to notice those. They were smiling at him, twisted smiles with thin white lips.
Walker took a step back.
"Where are you going, hon?" asked the brunette, walking towards him.
"You offered us a ride and we plan on taking it." The fairer of the two blonds was leering at him.
He could smell them now; they smelt like dead.
The brunette looked at the one who hadn't spoken yet. "Do you want to keep him, Lena?"
"No, I don't like him that much, let Dotty play with him." Lena put her thin bunny arms around the brunette and they both watched him with their empty eyes. "You know how she likes to play."
Dotty licked her lips and a predatory smile appeared on her face. Walker took another step back.
"There's no use in running, Pet," Dotty said. "You are mine now." A strong cold hand wrapped around Walker's wrist. He tried to pull free but Dotty pulled him towards her.
"You'll like it, hon," said the brunette.
Walker felt rough and dry lips touch his.
"In fact," Lena's voice said as Walker took his last breath, "you'll thank us forever."
On the radio, inside the truck, music could be heard and a woman's voice sang softly.
"…I'm always walking after midnight
Searching for you…"
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*roll credits*
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Fic Illustration by Porcelain (p0rc)