If zombies are chasing us, I'm tripping you | Bass, Charlie, Miles | Zombies | PG (swearing) | Utter crack. Basically.
Picking up from the end of Chapter 3, ignoring you know what. _______
"So Butch." Bass inclined his head towards Charlie, "Etta, are we going out in a fiery hail of gunfire, or are we going to Rachel this thing?"
Charlie elbowed him, and let her quiver hit the ground, "I don't know, I was hoping we could Connor this by trying to kill you and then doing a runner."
"You mean pull a Miles?"
"No. A Connor is when you act on impulse. Not plan it for months and then chicken out."
"Is that so?"
"Yeah. We might as well make our final moments count."
"With my death?"
"Guys, time and place."
"We're about to die, Miles. Screw civility."
"Pithy," Charlie nodded. "Yet true."
Charlie and Bass stared at Miles expectantly.
"Now's the part where you say you love us," Bass prompted.
"And that you wouldn't want to be torn apart by zombies with anyone else," Charlie added.
"Miles, come on.” Monroe gestured towards the zombie hoard blocking the alley. “We’re the only thing standing between zombies and world domination. Reach back and remove the stick already.”
"Sobriety's ruined your sense of humor," Charlie muttered.
"Speaking of," Bass produced a flask from his jacket pocket. He raised it, "To the end of an era." He took a sip and passed the flask to Charlie.
"And everyone who tried to keep us on the straight and narrow." She took a sip, and held it out to Miles.
He took it and held it aloft, looking sad. "To this messed up family." He took a long swig, emptying the flask, and tossed it to the ground.
Bass frowned. "That was my favourite flask."
"Well maybe the zombies will bury you with it if you ask nicely," Miles replied, dryly.
"Actually," Charlie said, then hesitated, when they both turned to stare at her. " I was thinking we could maybe just not die?"
"You want to give in?"
Charlie shrugged. "I think we kept this going for as long as we could. But there's nowhere left to run or hide, we're literally outnumbered billions to one. So ask yourself, will our deaths mean anything in the grand scheme of things? Or will it be yet another empty prideful gesture that this family's becoming well known for?"
Bass frowned at her. "This is a really shit time for you to have an existential crisis, Charlotte."
"You just want to die the way you lived-"
"Awesome and misunderstood?"
"Violent and delusional."
Bass placed a hand to his chest. "You wound me."
Charlie raised an eyebrow. "Or at least I've tried to."
"Sooooo," Miles drew their attention back to him, "we just stop fighting, become zombies and...move here?"
"As long as we're not all living together. I draw the line at cohabitating like the goddamn Brady family."
"And not across the street from each other either."
"Yeah, I don't think zombie Rachel's going to be any more fun than normal Rachel."
---
And it got too long again.
Coz I had a slow day at work today XD
I like the idea of Bass and Charlie basically agreeing about everything...but still making a point of bickering whenever possible. And Miles hates it, but way, way, deep down he kind of finds it calming. Like having the TV or radio on as background noise while you do something.
You need to crack your whip a little, Thursday. Easy enough to knock off if we have a few more people helping us out! (I've got three more coming tonight/tmw for I do, I do, I do, then I'll go back to comicverse shorts.)
Picking up from the end of Chapter 3, ignoring you know what.
_______
"So Butch." Bass inclined his head towards Charlie, "Etta, are we going out in a fiery hail of gunfire, or are we going to Rachel this thing?"
Charlie elbowed him, and let her quiver hit the ground, "I don't know, I was hoping we could Connor this by trying to kill you and then doing a runner."
"You mean pull a Miles?"
"No. A Connor is when you act on impulse. Not plan it for months and then chicken out."
"Is that so?"
"Yeah. We might as well make our final moments count."
"With my death?"
"Guys, time and place."
"We're about to die, Miles. Screw civility."
"Pithy," Charlie nodded. "Yet true."
Charlie and Bass stared at Miles expectantly.
"Now's the part where you say you love us," Bass prompted.
"And that you wouldn't want to be torn apart by zombies with anyone else," Charlie added.
"Because you've secretly always hated everyone else."
"Secretly?" Charlie questioned.
"Okay, not so secretly," Bass grinned.
"I’m glad you both think this is so hilarious.”
"Miles, come on.” Monroe gestured towards the zombie hoard blocking the alley. “We’re the only thing standing between zombies and world domination. Reach back and remove the stick already.”
"Sobriety's ruined your sense of humor," Charlie muttered.
"Speaking of," Bass produced a flask from his jacket pocket. He raised it, "To the end of an era." He took a sip and passed the flask to Charlie.
"And everyone who tried to keep us on the straight and narrow." She took a sip, and held it out to Miles.
He took it and held it aloft, looking sad. "To this messed up family." He took a long swig, emptying the flask, and tossed it to the ground.
Bass frowned. "That was my favourite flask."
"Well maybe the zombies will bury you with it if you ask nicely," Miles replied, dryly.
"Actually," Charlie said, then hesitated, when they both turned to stare at her. " I was thinking we could maybe just not die?"
"You want to give in?"
Charlie shrugged. "I think we kept this going for as long as we could. But there's nowhere left to run or hide, we're literally outnumbered billions to one. So ask yourself, will our deaths mean anything in the grand scheme of things? Or will it be yet another empty prideful gesture that this family's becoming well known for?"
Bass frowned at her. "This is a really shit time for you to have an existential crisis, Charlotte."
"You just want to die the way you lived-"
"Awesome and misunderstood?"
"Violent and delusional."
Bass placed a hand to his chest. "You wound me."
Charlie raised an eyebrow. "Or at least I've tried to."
"Sooooo," Miles drew their attention back to him, "we just stop fighting, become zombies and...move here?"
"As long as we're not all living together. I draw the line at cohabitating like the goddamn Brady family."
"And not across the street from each other either."
"Yeah, I don't think zombie Rachel's going to be any more fun than normal Rachel."
---
And it got too long again.
Coz I had a slow day at work today XD
I like the idea of Bass and Charlie basically agreeing about everything...but still making a point of bickering whenever possible. And Miles hates it, but way, way, deep down he kind of finds it calming. Like having the TV or radio on as background noise while you do something.
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