World in Flames - Oneshot - ReitaxRuki (Hint)
World in Flames
Oneshot
Rating: PG13 - NC17
Warnings: MxM relationship, strong language, blood, gore,
Pairings: ReitaxRuki (hint)
Genre: AU, Horror, Gore, Thriller, Humor
Summary: It had been pure pandemonium in the beginning. The epidemic had spread like a wildfire. Nothing neither the authorities nor the government officials did could stop it. It just kept spreading and spreading until it seemed the general population of the country had been infected.
Comments: Grammar, Spelling mistakes, etc. Well, I tried my best with the last one. This bit had fought me the entire way. Originally as the last Halloween-shot, I wanted to do something super freaky and scary… but, I just couldn’t get the damned story flowing exactly how I wanted it. I really, really, really did try ;w;
I hope you guys enjoy this nonetheless.
So, enjoy! ♥♥♥
Songs Inspiration: Slipknot - My Plague, Slipknot - Wait and Bleed
It had been pure pandemonium in the beginning. The epidemic had spread like a wildfire. Neither the authorities nor the government officials did could stop it. It just kept spreading and spreading until it seemed the general population of the country had been infected.
Not even praying with all your life and breath helped.
The racketeering had only been the beginning; from there it worsened. From the racketeering, fear formed, from fear a fight for survival spawned. People killed one another rather than helped; they took what they needed and didn’t apologize for it.
It hadn’t taken much or very long for cities to fall, for the established governmens to crumble. All stable forms of regulation died with the people who once ruled this country. There was nothing left of society; it was only the will to survive in this Dark Age.
This was hell on earth.
Lifting the cigarette to his lips, he inhaled the deep nicotine. Releasing it slowly in a stream above him, watching it dissipate in the stiff air. Taking another drag, he stood from his seat and went to the window overlooking the huge store. The man thought back on how he had been able to make through all that chaos; it had been thanks to men here with him.
Leaning on the railing, he exhaled slowly. Gazing over the large shelves of what used to stock with canned goods, condiments, water and myriads of things they needed to survive on. The walls were thick enough to keep out the undead although that was all they needed the most at the moment; that and ammo.
Flicking the ashes off the end, he stared at the embers. That day the sirens in the city wouldn’t stop; it was every few minutes the sirens were sounding. The radio and television were filled with broadcasts of rioters and then, it suddenly wasn’t. News anchors were reporting of the dead coming back to life; it was ridiculous but true.
Gaze shifting, he stared at a couple of men. This group of men had been sent out to specifically pick him up; although, it didn’t turn out that way.
The neighborhood he had been living in, it was quickly overrun by the living dead. There was no choice but to grab necessities and run like hell. There was no way he was going to stay in his home and wait on someone to come looking for him.
*~*~*
Months earlier
Turning down a small narrow alley, he turned around and slammed the gate shut behind him; the latch catching and the chain link fence strained against bloody decaying bodies. Metal on metal scraping and squeaking against the strain of weight the dead were putting on it. Taking a deep breath and not wasting another second, he turned and ran down the space.
Stumbling over his feet as he tried with desperation into putting as much distance between him and the dead, he turned a corner abruptly. Losing his footing and slipped to the ground, the man caught himself and let his head drop.
It had been weeks and there just didn’t seem to be a sign of anyone else anywhere.
Taking another deep breath, he heaved his body back to his feet. Looking ahead of himself then behind, trying to figure out what to do next. In the last few days, he had been trying to find a path back to the suburbs, where he hoped that there was less infected. So far, the city seemed to be overrun by the dead and that in itself was dangerous.
Adjusting the bag on his back, he took off on a light jog. As far as he knew, he was close to being where he wanted to be. Stopping after several blocks, he leaned over onto his knees, steadying his breath and getting a grip on his surroundings.
Turning down an alley, the man silently snuck his way to the opening on the street. Peeking around the corner slowly, seeing nothing one way. Eyes going the other, he spotted a street sign.
“Columbine,” he muttered to himself.
Clearing his scratchy throat as soft as he could, he noted that it had been a long time since he had used his voice. It had been a long time since he was able to talk to anyone.
Stopping his thoughts all together, the man quickly got back to focusing the situation at hand. Giving the street another up and down look, seeing not a body in sight, he sucked in a breath and sprinted with all he had across the street. Getting to the other side, he skidded around a corner, shoving his body against the wall and exhaled slowly.
Another handful of blocks and he’ll be in his neighborhood. Hopefully, most of the dead had cleared out and he won’t have a problem getting to his place. With that thought and the hopefulness, he pushed off the wall and continued on.
It was eerily quiet on his route, but, not as disturbing as the sight. The looting had fanned out into family homes. Survivors taking only what they needed and not apologizing for it. On top of that, some of the rotting corpses left behind, the smell was overwhelming.
Moving his feet onto his street, he stopped. “Oh fuck.”
Three houses ahead of him, there were people. They stumbled in an aimless state of unconsciousness, until one lifted its head and its body turned in his direction. Right away, he took steps back as the rest took notice and followed suit.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he hissed, taking more steps back. Breaking into a cold sweat as their pace picked up and they continued right at him. “Fuck!”
Crying out in shock when he was grabbed from behind, he instinctively shoved the body back. Reaching behind him as fast as he could, taking the handgun from its snug spot in the waist of his jeans and shot the dead corpse in the head. Whirling around and shooting the next closer corpse in the head; the gun clicked when he pulled the trigger again; nothing happening.
“Fuck,” the man snarled.
Going back down the street he had just come from, he made a beeline for a high wood fence and hoisted his body as fast he could up and over it. Not really ready to catch himself in his panicked state, he landed hard on his shoulder.
Groaning softly, he sat up and cradled his shoulder. That had hurt like a bitch.
Catching his breath, he looked around the backyard, where children toys were strewn about, even a small play set. The sight made the man wince and wonder if the children were even alive. Had the family made it out to the safe zone?
With a heavy breath, he got back to his feet. Going towards the house to look through the patio doors for a sign of something that could be of use; but, it felt more like in a pathetic hopefulness.
The patio door was unlatched, so, as quietly as he could, he slid the door open. Holding his breath as he stepped through, listening to the eerie quietness of the home. Not hearing a sound, he ventured further into the home and began to look through the cabinets of the kitchen. The man found a couple lunch size bags of chips, a few cans of fruit, three bottled waters and a can of ravioli.
Snorting as he looked at the ravioli, he huffed, “who’d of thought that what I hated the most would be what I’d have to survive on.”
Slipping the bag off his shoulders, he stuffed the items into the pack quickly. Lifting it off the ground and went to explore more of the house for anything useful. Sneaking his way down the hall, he paused to look in one room, it was an office. Going onto the next, his shoulders fell; it was a nursery room painted in baby blue.
Tearing his eyes away, he continued on his way to the master bedroom. Rushing into the bathroom and going through the drawers, finding nothing of real use. The man looked about the bedroom, going through the drawers, ignoring the jewelry and other trinkets; again nothing.
Turning to the nearly empty closet, he gave it a quick look over, still nothing.
Turning and going back out into the hallway, he went towards the home office. Going through the desk drawers and finding one of them locked, he growled. Giving the drawer a kick, he went back through the drawers, he went through everything to find the key; nothing.
Huffing, he looked over the desk. It would be wasted effort if it was just money, but, damn it, he hoped that there was a gun in there and the man had been in too much of a rush to take it.
Biting his lip, brown eyes gave the office a look over trying to find something that would help him in breaking into the drawer. Eyes falling on the paperclips in a small container, he sighed. There was a first time for everything.
Taking two of the paperclips, he tried to remember the time he had boringly watched a how to video and mimicked what was done. Kneeling when he got the items bent appropriately, the man began to mess with the lock. A handful of minutes passing by and he still hadn’t managed to unlock it but he kept trying.
Another handful of minutes, he saw the lock turn and the drawer open. Breathing a sigh of relief, he opened the drawer, “about fucking time.”
None to surprised, he found nothing but documents. The man had really hoped there would be some kind of handgun, but, luck apparently wasn’t on his side at the moment. Getting back on his feet, yanking his bag off the ground, another look around the family home, he went back out into the backyard.
Going up to the fence, the man gave a roll of his shoulder, wincing at the soreness. Hands going to the top, he hoisted himself up, gave the yard a look over, deeming it safe, he eased his body over. Landing as soft and quietly as possible; going to the house, inspecting through the window; again, he went searching through the home for food and anything useful.
By sunset, the man had searched five homes; jumping fences carefully and easily. On top of that, he was only a few doors from his home. The man fought with himself if he should just jump the last few fences; a part of himself won out and he went over those fences.
Walking through the back door of his home, he let the back drop off his shoulder and took in the familiarity of it. Not entirely surprised that his own place had been ransacked for food and other things, because, being the somewhat recluse he was, he’d always been prepared. Going to a closet beneath his stairs, he went into the back and gave it a push; it opening to a set of stairs.
Descending the flight, he looked around and everything was untouched. There were shelves of canned foods, water, supplies but most of all, his work.
Tonight, since the beginning of this, he was going to get a decent night sleep.
The next morning, he had awoken early like always. Getting his body fed with a decent meal, giving his body a much needed refreshing shower and then, he gathered up all his work. While it would be nice to stay here, he really couldn’t. The man needed to find healthy living people; he needed to find a form of government that was still alive.
Taking a look out the peephole of his front door, deeming it safe to exit, he rushed to the car he had been forced to leave. Climbing in it to start it up, only to punch the steering wheel frustrated when the vehicle didn’t start. The gas tank had been siphoned of fuel; he had to walk now.
Three thirds of the day had passed and the man hadn’t gotten as far as he would have liked. Stopping at a gas station, he went into the shade of the building for a much needed rest. Dropping the bag and taking out bottled water, taking a much needed drink.
Head falling back, his eyes shut and the man drifted off.
Slowly, his eyes opened again. The sun had moved and was further towards the horizon, the night descending upon him quickly.
“Shit,” he hissed, rubbing his eyes tiredly.
Entire body freezing when he heard the chilling, familiar groan of the dead, he pressed against the wall of the building. Sucking in a harsh breath as one corpse came into view, it not seeing him. Widening eyes spotted a second trailing behind the first body, then, another and another.
Grabbing his bag, he slowly stood and backed up quietly, “shit, shit, shit.”
Taking slow steps back in an attempt to slip away; keeping his eyes forward and not once looking behind him. Gasping sharply when his heel knocked over a can, it rolled and rattled across the ground loudly. A chill going through him when the nearest living dead turned toward the sound, spotting him and coming towards him. He stumbled back and ran for his life.
Turning down a street only to skid to a halt, he nearly fainted with horror. The man had run straight into another group of walkers; all of them seeing and hearing him.
“Oh fuck,” he backed away.
Looking around his surroundings, he spotted a six foot chain link fence between two buildings. Quick decision, he ran and jumped up onto the fence, struggling to get over it, screaming in panic when his leg was grabbed. The strength of the corpse forced him off the chain linked fence and to the ground. A blink of an eye, the dead person was atop of him, snapping its teeth at him.
Putting a hand to its throat, he shoved the body back with all the strength he possessed. Struggling a moment until he managed to roll them over, filled with fear, adrenaline and will of survival, the man grabbed the head of the dead corpse and began to beat it against the concrete ground. Not stopping once in his assault, not until there was coagulated blood all over his hands.
Dropping the body as he heard another beside him; scrambling to his feet, trying again for the fence, but, it was too late. Another dead body grabbed him, lunging forward to bite at him and the man grabbed it around the neck. Trying to fight it off, but, it was a losing battle.
Everything went entirely silent when he felt the strength leave his body and the corpse closed in on his throat. Squeezing his eyes shut with anticipation of pain, the man felt something splatter across his face and the force of the dead just went away.
Eyes snapping open, he watched the body hit the ground in a heap.
A loud ringing sound and another body hit the ground. Through the heavy panting, the ringing, the pounding of his heart and blood, he faintly heard a voice.
“Don’t just fucking stand there!”
Snapping out of his daze, the man lifted his head toward the voice and there was another man. The person waving at him; it took him another moment to get over his shock and fear before he got his body moving.
Dodging an outreached hand, the lone man made a beeline for the other. Sprinting with the last bit of strength he had, dodging outreached hands to the best of his abilities. Another shot ringing out and a body in front of him dropped, momentarily stumbling over it.
Several more feet, he lunged through the open doorway onto the floor. The sweat streaming down in his face as he tried to catch his breath, tried to calm the rapid drumming of his heart. He stayed there on the cool floor on his hands and knees, adrenaline leaving him and reality hitting him.
He was still alive.
Someone had come to his rescue. He’d been saved from his impending death.
Someone kneeled next to him, but, didn’t touch him as they asked, “are you alright?”
Swallowing, he gave a furious nod of his head. Taking a deep breath, he gasped out with all the gratefulness he had, “ th-thank you.”
A few more minutes and handful of deep calming breaths, he looked up at his savior. The raven haired man held a hand out to him and he took it shakily, he was helped back to his feet. Leaning over his knees, he stared down at himself, not missing how badly he was shaking.
“Hey,” the person drawled thoughtfully, “you’re Doctor Akira Suzuki; the epidemiologist from the CDC.”
Lifting his gaze, he blinked confused at how this person knew that. Voice cracking as he answered breathily, “Yeah… yeah, I am; how did you-”
“I’m Captain Yuu Shiroyama,” the man introduced himself. Nodding behind the man still catching his breath, he muttered, “We’re the squad who had been ordered to extract you from the police station to the safe zone.”
*~*~*
That had been months ago. It felt much longer than that. Although, he supposed that none of it really mattered, cause, they were still here, unable to really leave.
Sighing at the burnt out cigarette, he dropped it into a glass jar. Glancing up as he heard heavy steps coming up the metal stairs and the person stand beside him. The two of them stood quiet for a moment.
“You have that look,” the man laughed softly.
Snorting, he stared down at his hands, “and what look is that?”
“That look,” was the snarky retort as the man pointed at the blonde’s face. Lowering his hand, he leaned against the railing like his counterpart, “you have to quit thinking so hard, y’know.”
“Coming from a high class US Marine Corps Sniper,” he casted a look beside him at the brunette.
“It’s just a title,” the other muttered with amusement. Shifting, he grinned up at the doctor, “you’ve gotten good, Akira. Not as good as me, but, you’re verily decent.”
Pushing off the railing, Akira looked at the slightly shorter male. Stepping around the man, he momentarily paused to muss the dark hair, “thanks. It’s only because I’m learning from the best.”
Shoving off the hand with a glare, he tilted his head, “where are you going?”
“I need air,” he replied descending the steps.
“Wait, I’m coming with you,” the brunette called, following after the bleached blonde ahead of him.
“Jeez you two,” another person of the group rolled his eyes at the pair. Hopping onto the checkout stand, he made a face at them, “you two have become so cozy together, y’know that? Sleeping together and shit, it’s just… so, wrong.”
“You’re only saying that because all you have is your left hand, a box of tissues and baby lotion to keep you company, Kouyou,” Takanori retorted dryly.
“Fuck you,” the honey blonde flipped the man off.
Snickering, Akira gave a shake of his head as the two bickered. It drawing a few chuckles from other members of the group, he continued into the back where he climbed a large ladder that went up to the roof.
Taking a deep breath and letting it go slowly, he went and sat on the lawn chairs they had placed up on top of the roof. Fishing out his pack of cigarettes, lit one up and sat back. Enjoying the rays of the sun on his face until a shadow casted over, blocking the warmness.
“Wha’sup with you?” Takanori asked softly.
Squinting up at the shadowed profile of the man, Akira shrugged. Taking another inhale of the nicotine stick, he didn’t miss the frown, blowing out a stream of smoke, the blonde looked away. Nothing was really wrong, he had just been thinking of a time before this. A sudden thought coming to mind, he looked back at the man.
Standing, Akira was careful of the burning cigarette and pulled the brunette to him. hugging the body of the sniper tightly, craning his neck and placing a soft kiss the filigree neck, “I never did thank you for that day.”
“What?” the man laughed, pushing the blonde away.
“That day you saved me,” he smiled. Sitting back down, he twirled the cigarette, “if you hadn’t had been the one up here at that exact time; I’d be dead.”
Shaking his head, Taka took the cigarette from the other’s hold and sat comfortably on the lap of the doctor. Taking a drag of the cigarette, “You’re welcome and I’m glad I saved your ass too.”
Rolling his eyes, Akira relaxed in the chair. Enjoying the feel of the marine in his arms; his body pressed against his own. Thoughts beginning to drift off to when it they first started, thoughts becoming interrupted the smooth voice of the brunette.
“You think you’ll find a cure whenever we figure out how to get out of here?”
Eyes opening slowly, he mulled over the answer; frowning slightly, “I honestly don’t know.”
“You think that tonight you’ll be getting any?” Takanori asked playfully, sensing the tension.
Encircling his arm around the slim waist, Akira pulled the man to him, kissing him deeply. Pulling away with a deep chuckle, “sometimes, you talk to damn much; just shut up and quick thinking so hard.”
Laughing, the brunette shoved the blonde on the shoulder, “that’ll be a no.”
Exhaling a slow content sigh, the man leaned back, feeling the other lean on him. The pair fell into a tranquil silence and took just took a moment for themselves.
Maybe, it wasn’t hell at all.
Oneshot
Rating: PG13 - NC17
Warnings: MxM relationship, strong language, blood, gore,
Pairings: ReitaxRuki (hint)
Genre: AU, Horror, Gore, Thriller, Humor
Summary: It had been pure pandemonium in the beginning. The epidemic had spread like a wildfire. Nothing neither the authorities nor the government officials did could stop it. It just kept spreading and spreading until it seemed the general population of the country had been infected.
Comments: Grammar, Spelling mistakes, etc. Well, I tried my best with the last one. This bit had fought me the entire way. Originally as the last Halloween-shot, I wanted to do something super freaky and scary… but, I just couldn’t get the damned story flowing exactly how I wanted it. I really, really, really did try ;w;
I hope you guys enjoy this nonetheless.
So, enjoy! ♥♥♥
Songs Inspiration: Slipknot - My Plague, Slipknot - Wait and Bleed
It had been pure pandemonium in the beginning. The epidemic had spread like a wildfire. Neither the authorities nor the government officials did could stop it. It just kept spreading and spreading until it seemed the general population of the country had been infected.
Not even praying with all your life and breath helped.
The racketeering had only been the beginning; from there it worsened. From the racketeering, fear formed, from fear a fight for survival spawned. People killed one another rather than helped; they took what they needed and didn’t apologize for it.
It hadn’t taken much or very long for cities to fall, for the established governmens to crumble. All stable forms of regulation died with the people who once ruled this country. There was nothing left of society; it was only the will to survive in this Dark Age.
This was hell on earth.
Lifting the cigarette to his lips, he inhaled the deep nicotine. Releasing it slowly in a stream above him, watching it dissipate in the stiff air. Taking another drag, he stood from his seat and went to the window overlooking the huge store. The man thought back on how he had been able to make through all that chaos; it had been thanks to men here with him.
Leaning on the railing, he exhaled slowly. Gazing over the large shelves of what used to stock with canned goods, condiments, water and myriads of things they needed to survive on. The walls were thick enough to keep out the undead although that was all they needed the most at the moment; that and ammo.
Flicking the ashes off the end, he stared at the embers. That day the sirens in the city wouldn’t stop; it was every few minutes the sirens were sounding. The radio and television were filled with broadcasts of rioters and then, it suddenly wasn’t. News anchors were reporting of the dead coming back to life; it was ridiculous but true.
Gaze shifting, he stared at a couple of men. This group of men had been sent out to specifically pick him up; although, it didn’t turn out that way.
The neighborhood he had been living in, it was quickly overrun by the living dead. There was no choice but to grab necessities and run like hell. There was no way he was going to stay in his home and wait on someone to come looking for him.
*~*~*
Months earlier
Turning down a small narrow alley, he turned around and slammed the gate shut behind him; the latch catching and the chain link fence strained against bloody decaying bodies. Metal on metal scraping and squeaking against the strain of weight the dead were putting on it. Taking a deep breath and not wasting another second, he turned and ran down the space.
Stumbling over his feet as he tried with desperation into putting as much distance between him and the dead, he turned a corner abruptly. Losing his footing and slipped to the ground, the man caught himself and let his head drop.
It had been weeks and there just didn’t seem to be a sign of anyone else anywhere.
Taking another deep breath, he heaved his body back to his feet. Looking ahead of himself then behind, trying to figure out what to do next. In the last few days, he had been trying to find a path back to the suburbs, where he hoped that there was less infected. So far, the city seemed to be overrun by the dead and that in itself was dangerous.
Adjusting the bag on his back, he took off on a light jog. As far as he knew, he was close to being where he wanted to be. Stopping after several blocks, he leaned over onto his knees, steadying his breath and getting a grip on his surroundings.
Turning down an alley, the man silently snuck his way to the opening on the street. Peeking around the corner slowly, seeing nothing one way. Eyes going the other, he spotted a street sign.
“Columbine,” he muttered to himself.
Clearing his scratchy throat as soft as he could, he noted that it had been a long time since he had used his voice. It had been a long time since he was able to talk to anyone.
Stopping his thoughts all together, the man quickly got back to focusing the situation at hand. Giving the street another up and down look, seeing not a body in sight, he sucked in a breath and sprinted with all he had across the street. Getting to the other side, he skidded around a corner, shoving his body against the wall and exhaled slowly.
Another handful of blocks and he’ll be in his neighborhood. Hopefully, most of the dead had cleared out and he won’t have a problem getting to his place. With that thought and the hopefulness, he pushed off the wall and continued on.
It was eerily quiet on his route, but, not as disturbing as the sight. The looting had fanned out into family homes. Survivors taking only what they needed and not apologizing for it. On top of that, some of the rotting corpses left behind, the smell was overwhelming.
Moving his feet onto his street, he stopped. “Oh fuck.”
Three houses ahead of him, there were people. They stumbled in an aimless state of unconsciousness, until one lifted its head and its body turned in his direction. Right away, he took steps back as the rest took notice and followed suit.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he hissed, taking more steps back. Breaking into a cold sweat as their pace picked up and they continued right at him. “Fuck!”
Crying out in shock when he was grabbed from behind, he instinctively shoved the body back. Reaching behind him as fast as he could, taking the handgun from its snug spot in the waist of his jeans and shot the dead corpse in the head. Whirling around and shooting the next closer corpse in the head; the gun clicked when he pulled the trigger again; nothing happening.
“Fuck,” the man snarled.
Going back down the street he had just come from, he made a beeline for a high wood fence and hoisted his body as fast he could up and over it. Not really ready to catch himself in his panicked state, he landed hard on his shoulder.
Groaning softly, he sat up and cradled his shoulder. That had hurt like a bitch.
Catching his breath, he looked around the backyard, where children toys were strewn about, even a small play set. The sight made the man wince and wonder if the children were even alive. Had the family made it out to the safe zone?
With a heavy breath, he got back to his feet. Going towards the house to look through the patio doors for a sign of something that could be of use; but, it felt more like in a pathetic hopefulness.
The patio door was unlatched, so, as quietly as he could, he slid the door open. Holding his breath as he stepped through, listening to the eerie quietness of the home. Not hearing a sound, he ventured further into the home and began to look through the cabinets of the kitchen. The man found a couple lunch size bags of chips, a few cans of fruit, three bottled waters and a can of ravioli.
Snorting as he looked at the ravioli, he huffed, “who’d of thought that what I hated the most would be what I’d have to survive on.”
Slipping the bag off his shoulders, he stuffed the items into the pack quickly. Lifting it off the ground and went to explore more of the house for anything useful. Sneaking his way down the hall, he paused to look in one room, it was an office. Going onto the next, his shoulders fell; it was a nursery room painted in baby blue.
Tearing his eyes away, he continued on his way to the master bedroom. Rushing into the bathroom and going through the drawers, finding nothing of real use. The man looked about the bedroom, going through the drawers, ignoring the jewelry and other trinkets; again nothing.
Turning to the nearly empty closet, he gave it a quick look over, still nothing.
Turning and going back out into the hallway, he went towards the home office. Going through the desk drawers and finding one of them locked, he growled. Giving the drawer a kick, he went back through the drawers, he went through everything to find the key; nothing.
Huffing, he looked over the desk. It would be wasted effort if it was just money, but, damn it, he hoped that there was a gun in there and the man had been in too much of a rush to take it.
Biting his lip, brown eyes gave the office a look over trying to find something that would help him in breaking into the drawer. Eyes falling on the paperclips in a small container, he sighed. There was a first time for everything.
Taking two of the paperclips, he tried to remember the time he had boringly watched a how to video and mimicked what was done. Kneeling when he got the items bent appropriately, the man began to mess with the lock. A handful of minutes passing by and he still hadn’t managed to unlock it but he kept trying.
Another handful of minutes, he saw the lock turn and the drawer open. Breathing a sigh of relief, he opened the drawer, “about fucking time.”
None to surprised, he found nothing but documents. The man had really hoped there would be some kind of handgun, but, luck apparently wasn’t on his side at the moment. Getting back on his feet, yanking his bag off the ground, another look around the family home, he went back out into the backyard.
Going up to the fence, the man gave a roll of his shoulder, wincing at the soreness. Hands going to the top, he hoisted himself up, gave the yard a look over, deeming it safe, he eased his body over. Landing as soft and quietly as possible; going to the house, inspecting through the window; again, he went searching through the home for food and anything useful.
By sunset, the man had searched five homes; jumping fences carefully and easily. On top of that, he was only a few doors from his home. The man fought with himself if he should just jump the last few fences; a part of himself won out and he went over those fences.
Walking through the back door of his home, he let the back drop off his shoulder and took in the familiarity of it. Not entirely surprised that his own place had been ransacked for food and other things, because, being the somewhat recluse he was, he’d always been prepared. Going to a closet beneath his stairs, he went into the back and gave it a push; it opening to a set of stairs.
Descending the flight, he looked around and everything was untouched. There were shelves of canned foods, water, supplies but most of all, his work.
Tonight, since the beginning of this, he was going to get a decent night sleep.
The next morning, he had awoken early like always. Getting his body fed with a decent meal, giving his body a much needed refreshing shower and then, he gathered up all his work. While it would be nice to stay here, he really couldn’t. The man needed to find healthy living people; he needed to find a form of government that was still alive.
Taking a look out the peephole of his front door, deeming it safe to exit, he rushed to the car he had been forced to leave. Climbing in it to start it up, only to punch the steering wheel frustrated when the vehicle didn’t start. The gas tank had been siphoned of fuel; he had to walk now.
Three thirds of the day had passed and the man hadn’t gotten as far as he would have liked. Stopping at a gas station, he went into the shade of the building for a much needed rest. Dropping the bag and taking out bottled water, taking a much needed drink.
Head falling back, his eyes shut and the man drifted off.
Slowly, his eyes opened again. The sun had moved and was further towards the horizon, the night descending upon him quickly.
“Shit,” he hissed, rubbing his eyes tiredly.
Entire body freezing when he heard the chilling, familiar groan of the dead, he pressed against the wall of the building. Sucking in a harsh breath as one corpse came into view, it not seeing him. Widening eyes spotted a second trailing behind the first body, then, another and another.
Grabbing his bag, he slowly stood and backed up quietly, “shit, shit, shit.”
Taking slow steps back in an attempt to slip away; keeping his eyes forward and not once looking behind him. Gasping sharply when his heel knocked over a can, it rolled and rattled across the ground loudly. A chill going through him when the nearest living dead turned toward the sound, spotting him and coming towards him. He stumbled back and ran for his life.
Turning down a street only to skid to a halt, he nearly fainted with horror. The man had run straight into another group of walkers; all of them seeing and hearing him.
“Oh fuck,” he backed away.
Looking around his surroundings, he spotted a six foot chain link fence between two buildings. Quick decision, he ran and jumped up onto the fence, struggling to get over it, screaming in panic when his leg was grabbed. The strength of the corpse forced him off the chain linked fence and to the ground. A blink of an eye, the dead person was atop of him, snapping its teeth at him.
Putting a hand to its throat, he shoved the body back with all the strength he possessed. Struggling a moment until he managed to roll them over, filled with fear, adrenaline and will of survival, the man grabbed the head of the dead corpse and began to beat it against the concrete ground. Not stopping once in his assault, not until there was coagulated blood all over his hands.
Dropping the body as he heard another beside him; scrambling to his feet, trying again for the fence, but, it was too late. Another dead body grabbed him, lunging forward to bite at him and the man grabbed it around the neck. Trying to fight it off, but, it was a losing battle.
Everything went entirely silent when he felt the strength leave his body and the corpse closed in on his throat. Squeezing his eyes shut with anticipation of pain, the man felt something splatter across his face and the force of the dead just went away.
Eyes snapping open, he watched the body hit the ground in a heap.
A loud ringing sound and another body hit the ground. Through the heavy panting, the ringing, the pounding of his heart and blood, he faintly heard a voice.
“Don’t just fucking stand there!”
Snapping out of his daze, the man lifted his head toward the voice and there was another man. The person waving at him; it took him another moment to get over his shock and fear before he got his body moving.
Dodging an outreached hand, the lone man made a beeline for the other. Sprinting with the last bit of strength he had, dodging outreached hands to the best of his abilities. Another shot ringing out and a body in front of him dropped, momentarily stumbling over it.
Several more feet, he lunged through the open doorway onto the floor. The sweat streaming down in his face as he tried to catch his breath, tried to calm the rapid drumming of his heart. He stayed there on the cool floor on his hands and knees, adrenaline leaving him and reality hitting him.
He was still alive.
Someone had come to his rescue. He’d been saved from his impending death.
Someone kneeled next to him, but, didn’t touch him as they asked, “are you alright?”
Swallowing, he gave a furious nod of his head. Taking a deep breath, he gasped out with all the gratefulness he had, “ th-thank you.”
A few more minutes and handful of deep calming breaths, he looked up at his savior. The raven haired man held a hand out to him and he took it shakily, he was helped back to his feet. Leaning over his knees, he stared down at himself, not missing how badly he was shaking.
“Hey,” the person drawled thoughtfully, “you’re Doctor Akira Suzuki; the epidemiologist from the CDC.”
Lifting his gaze, he blinked confused at how this person knew that. Voice cracking as he answered breathily, “Yeah… yeah, I am; how did you-”
“I’m Captain Yuu Shiroyama,” the man introduced himself. Nodding behind the man still catching his breath, he muttered, “We’re the squad who had been ordered to extract you from the police station to the safe zone.”
*~*~*
That had been months ago. It felt much longer than that. Although, he supposed that none of it really mattered, cause, they were still here, unable to really leave.
Sighing at the burnt out cigarette, he dropped it into a glass jar. Glancing up as he heard heavy steps coming up the metal stairs and the person stand beside him. The two of them stood quiet for a moment.
“You have that look,” the man laughed softly.
Snorting, he stared down at his hands, “and what look is that?”
“That look,” was the snarky retort as the man pointed at the blonde’s face. Lowering his hand, he leaned against the railing like his counterpart, “you have to quit thinking so hard, y’know.”
“Coming from a high class US Marine Corps Sniper,” he casted a look beside him at the brunette.
“It’s just a title,” the other muttered with amusement. Shifting, he grinned up at the doctor, “you’ve gotten good, Akira. Not as good as me, but, you’re verily decent.”
Pushing off the railing, Akira looked at the slightly shorter male. Stepping around the man, he momentarily paused to muss the dark hair, “thanks. It’s only because I’m learning from the best.”
Shoving off the hand with a glare, he tilted his head, “where are you going?”
“I need air,” he replied descending the steps.
“Wait, I’m coming with you,” the brunette called, following after the bleached blonde ahead of him.
“Jeez you two,” another person of the group rolled his eyes at the pair. Hopping onto the checkout stand, he made a face at them, “you two have become so cozy together, y’know that? Sleeping together and shit, it’s just… so, wrong.”
“You’re only saying that because all you have is your left hand, a box of tissues and baby lotion to keep you company, Kouyou,” Takanori retorted dryly.
“Fuck you,” the honey blonde flipped the man off.
Snickering, Akira gave a shake of his head as the two bickered. It drawing a few chuckles from other members of the group, he continued into the back where he climbed a large ladder that went up to the roof.
Taking a deep breath and letting it go slowly, he went and sat on the lawn chairs they had placed up on top of the roof. Fishing out his pack of cigarettes, lit one up and sat back. Enjoying the rays of the sun on his face until a shadow casted over, blocking the warmness.
“Wha’sup with you?” Takanori asked softly.
Squinting up at the shadowed profile of the man, Akira shrugged. Taking another inhale of the nicotine stick, he didn’t miss the frown, blowing out a stream of smoke, the blonde looked away. Nothing was really wrong, he had just been thinking of a time before this. A sudden thought coming to mind, he looked back at the man.
Standing, Akira was careful of the burning cigarette and pulled the brunette to him. hugging the body of the sniper tightly, craning his neck and placing a soft kiss the filigree neck, “I never did thank you for that day.”
“What?” the man laughed, pushing the blonde away.
“That day you saved me,” he smiled. Sitting back down, he twirled the cigarette, “if you hadn’t had been the one up here at that exact time; I’d be dead.”
Shaking his head, Taka took the cigarette from the other’s hold and sat comfortably on the lap of the doctor. Taking a drag of the cigarette, “You’re welcome and I’m glad I saved your ass too.”
Rolling his eyes, Akira relaxed in the chair. Enjoying the feel of the marine in his arms; his body pressed against his own. Thoughts beginning to drift off to when it they first started, thoughts becoming interrupted the smooth voice of the brunette.
“You think you’ll find a cure whenever we figure out how to get out of here?”
Eyes opening slowly, he mulled over the answer; frowning slightly, “I honestly don’t know.”
“You think that tonight you’ll be getting any?” Takanori asked playfully, sensing the tension.
Encircling his arm around the slim waist, Akira pulled the man to him, kissing him deeply. Pulling away with a deep chuckle, “sometimes, you talk to damn much; just shut up and quick thinking so hard.”
Laughing, the brunette shoved the blonde on the shoulder, “that’ll be a no.”
Exhaling a slow content sigh, the man leaned back, feeling the other lean on him. The pair fell into a tranquil silence and took just took a moment for themselves.
Maybe, it wasn’t hell at all.