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AN: Yay to me for Chapter Four!! Now that school's out, rest assured I'll be able to bang these out faster. ^ - ^
"Something nasty in the woodshed."
-Stella Gibbons, /Cold Comfort Farm/
The hideous abomination plunged from the back of the truck, causing Quatre to let out a terrified squeal as he struggled out of the undead's rotting grasp, tumbling over Trowa's lap as the taller boy let out a moan of disgust and attempted to pull his lover from the zombie's reach. It pulled its mangled body closer to them, plunging into the seat further, pouring puss and blood and other body fluids all over the truck as it scrambled for a bite of soft human flesh.
Grappling for control of the truck as it veered all over the road, slamming into mail boxes and plunging into parked cars, emanating white-hot sparks and objecting squeals of metal, Wufei cried out, feeling the ice-cold fingertips on the back of his neck. The Chinese pilot tightened his already white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel and swerved, sending up another plume of white sparks as the truck collided with a minivan on the side of the road, the pickup protesting in a harsh, high-pitched voice as he did so. The zombie wailed, a mindless cry of hunger as it lost its grip on Wufei and tumbled closer to Trowa and Quatre.
Wufei was fumbling with his VP70 lying next to him on the seat when Quatre's horrified cry alerted him that the road they were on was about to end.
"/Look out!!/"
Heero was busy maneuvering through the scattered posses of zombies cluttering the streets as he gunned the black-and-white's motor, speeding through the streets. A plan was forming in his mind as he idly checked the rearview mirror for the forty-fifth time. //We could drive to the police station, check it out, look for survivors, and if the place looks hostile, we have enough gas in the tank to make it to the next town. Fuck this place.//
Heero's eyes wandered over to Relena, who sat in the passenger seat beside him, staring out the window at the nightmare outside with wide blue eyes. Tears formed at the corner of her eyes an ran down her flushed cheeks, but she said nothing, swallowing several times to keep from voicing the screams of blind terror in her throat.
Hilde sat in the back, with Duo and Sally squished on either side of her. The ride wasn't a pleasure cruise, but they hadn't broken up in this manner for comfort ability. Sally insisted on staying with Hilde, not letting the girl out of her sight. In recent years, Sally had finished medical school and had become a full-blown doctor, and she'd be damned if she was going to let one of her patients out of her sight, lest something bad happen to her. Hilde was already eight months and two weeks along with child, and there were to many things to factor in to add to possible complications with the little bundle of joy.
Of course, Duo opted to stay with his girlfriend, just as every bit anxious about the baby as Sally was. Duo hadn't studied up on pregnancy, and the boy was concerned, afraid that the trauma of the night would add up, causing something bad to happen.
Relena wouldn't stray from Heero's side, which had left Trowa and Quatre together (and very pleased about the arrangement) along with Wufei, who seemed a tad bit distressed at leaving Sally's side, though his mask of aloofness covered up that fact as well as he could manage in the situation they presently found themselves in.
"Oh, shit," Heero breathed, breaking the silence as he checked the rearview mirror once again. The truck that the others had gone in was wildly careening down the road, and that meant only one thing.
Relena whipped around, uttering a high-pitched gasp of terror as she looked out the back window, not able to make any other sound. //Oh, my God. . .//
Heero gunned the motor, pushing pedal to metal as he struggled to get the hell out of the way of the renegade vehicle, rubber squealing as he rounded the left corner where the road T'd, letting off the gas and slamming on the brake, stopping the car in the middle of the road. He jumped out just in time to see the pickup slam violently into the brick wall of convenience store.
Clouded with terror, Wufei's mind desperately agonized coming up with a plan of escape, but with the odds mounting up against them, his brain could only utter //shitshitshit// in mantra. Sweat poured down his face and his hands went numb from hugging the wheel so tightly. The Chinese boy only had seconds to see the zombie scuttle about on the seat beside him, still grasping for a meal, see Trowa fiercely cling to Quatre, both of their eyes shut and faces in grimaces of terror, awaiting the impending crash, see the wall bear down on them-
-and then in a spray of glass splinters and the sound of a can being crushed amplified about one hundred times, it was over, and Wufei suddenly found himself grasping an air-bag. //Thank you, Buddha.//
Slowly sitting up, Wufei reached for his gun, but found that he had no use for it now, the zombie had been thrown clear through the front window in the crash, its legs sprawled over the hood, the head gratefully out of sight. Wufei checked beside him and found that Trowa and Quatre had already recovered, Quatre still clinging to Trowa in an almost sleepy haze as the taller boy involuntarily gasped, his now wide eyes glued to the rearview mirror.
Wufei looked up to meet the site, his own eyes going wide. //We're fucking cursed, that's it..// A semi was barreling down the road towards them, out of control and bearing down on them with incredible speed.
"Bail out!!" Wufei screamed, his hands flying to his seat belt, he slammed the driver's side door open with one leather boot, snatching up his gun and jumping out immediately. He only got a few feet before he was lifted off his feet and thrown painfully against the pavement in a pressure wave of heat and sound as the semi crashed into the truck, exploding upon impact.
Grunting, the Chinese boy rolled over, only to find that Trowa and Quatre weren't with him.
When the pressure wave hit, Trowa instinctively grabbed Quatre close to him and took the hit for him, diving on the harsh, gritty pavement in a controlled roll. After three or four rotations, the rolling stopped, and Trowa found himself on top, still covering up his angel.
"Quatre, you okay?" he whispered, brushing some of the blonde's wispy golden bangs off his forehead as the smaller boy coughed, his grimy face grimacing for a moment before he open his aquamarine eyes. A cut hd mysteriously appeared above his left eye, but other than that he appeared to be okay.
Tearing his eyes away from his blonde love, Trowa stared up at the rising flames of the wreck, licking up at the raven sky, consuming the demolished vehicles. Thick black smoke curled up in the sky, obscuring the view from the other side of the street.
Trowa struggled to jump up, helping Quatre up. The tall Latin boy ran closer to the flames, coughing as the smoke encompassed him, squeezing his lungs in dirt and grime. Raising a hand to the flames as he blinked back tears from the intense light assaulting his eyes, Trowa called for Wufei. He and Quatre were alone without a weapon, and unless the Chinese boy could hear them, they were zombie-lunch.
Wufei was slowly pulling his battered body up when he heard Trowa's cry. It was barely audible over the roaring flames, but he could make it out well enough.
"Trowa!" the Chinese pilot called back.
"We're okay!" Trowa returned, setting Wufei's mind at ease. "Wufei, we're defensless! Throw us a weapon!"
Wufei nodded, although he knew Trowa couldn't see him, and grabbed his gun. Making sure the safety was on, he reared his hand back and threw, the weapon spinning through the wall of fire. A few second later after rummaging around in his pockets, he added a clip to their defense, sending it through the flames.
Trowa answered with a quick note of thanks.
"Hey, Trowa!" called a booming voice beside Wufei, and suddenly he realized that Heero was standing next to him, his hands cupping around his mouth as he called out to Trowa and Quatre.
"Heero?!"
"Trowa! Head to the police station, we'll meet you there!"
Heero received a moment of silence in response before he got a reply. "Okay!" called Quatre, his voice sounding too far away and too fragile for comfort.
With that Wufei and the others were forced away from their friends, wondering if they'd ever see them again, or live to see them again. In the distance, lone crow squawked out mournfully, accompanied by the deathly hunger-wails of zombies. It was going to be a long night.