Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Gundam Evil 2: Terror in Lemur City ❯ All GOOD Zombies go to Heaven---NOT!!! ( Chapter 11 )

CHAPTER 11: All GOOD Zombies go to Heaven---NOT!!!

In the few short minutes that it took for the transport car to reach to lower level, Quatre had become weaker, almost lethargic. He became pale (really?!) and was going in and out of unconsciousness. Trowa had to carry the boy out of the car and into the nearest area: the lower transport office.

He laid the Blonde Boy upon the cot and sat beside him as he woke up again and probably for the last time. Quatre took hold of Trowa's arm.

"You'll save… Mr. Chang… won't you?" He asked.

Sacrificial fool. Doesn't he know he's gonna die if I don't find this antidote?!?! Trowa yelled in his mind.

"I know I'm in bad condition… but the Chief is in WAY worst… condition. M-my… father… has him… You have to find him…please…"

"You're freezing…" Trowa removed the once precious, once clean… leather vest and covered him with it. "You basically claimed this anyway-keep it."

Quatre smiled after, yet another coughing fit, "Thank you so much! I… know… I have been a pain… to you…. Mr. Trowa…"

Trowa couldn't help but argue, "No! I'm just not used to tending to… little ones… I was the real pain…."

"My parents never had any other kids…"

Thank God.

Quatre chuckled.

Is he reading my mind? Trowa thought.

"Yes".

Oh shit!

"It's okay…." He gave a warm smile. "…I deserved a lot of remarks from before…I also heard you when I fell into the pit…." Quatre started coughing again. "You truly are a… kind person…" he admitted.

Trowa scratched his head, "….Well-I was worried about you-you're just a kid!!! You should've never been here in the first place---"

"I wish… YOU were my big brother." He smiled. "Would you… be my big brother, Mr. Barton?"

Trowa blinked, the only words he could say came out like this: "That… was…so…fucking…cute… Lil' Guy."

Quatre chuckled again, until another coughing fit kicked in. "I'm so sleepy… Brother…I…" he suddenly went limp and died.

"!!!" Trowa went into shock. He slid off the cot and found himself staring at the floor. "Quatre?" I'm all alone…again.

After a very emotional (crying…shhhh-don't tell anyone…) session, Trowa stepped out of the office to go on with the mission. There was more evidence to be found. A HUGE facility to blow up. And a little brother to be avenged.

Before he started to head back into the Nightmarish Survival Horror, he turned to stared at himself in the office window…which was reflective (duh). Sans the red, leather vest, Trowa is sporting all black. Fitting for the mood he's in.

He continued to stare at the odd glass, his tear streaked face, his totally cool-looking Unibang, his blonde tresses---(*record scratching sound*) blonde tresses?!?!?!

"Is that a face?!?!" Trowa asked himself out loud… peering through the window at the strange form through the window----

"troooooooOOOOOOOOOOWA!!!!" Quatre screeched, punching through the glass, reaching for The Silencer.

"Eeeyaaaaaagh!!!!" Screamed Trowa, rushing backwards and into a wall. "Oooph!!!"

Quatre flipped out of the office and glared at his Big Brother…. Or should I say Big Meal…. "I'm gonna EAT you Troooooowa!!!!"

Trowa slowly slid his body towards the nearest corridor and looked in utter shock. Quatre was no longer the cute, blonde haired, blue-doe-eyed, loveable kid that followed him around. He was this golden eyed, feathery headed, drooling, unlovable short-statured freakshow, leering at Trowa… ready to eat him alive.

"What… the FUCK… is wrong… with you, Lil' Guy?!?!?" Trowa asked still inching towards safety.

"HEEhehehehehehehee!!!! CAN'T YOU SEE?!?! I'M A FRIGGIN GAWD!!!! AND I AM GOING TO EAT YOOOOOOOU!!!!" Quatre hollered as he suddenly pounced at Trowa who rolled out of the way.

"Oh shit!!! Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit!!!" The Tall Wonder raved as he went scampering down the corridor.

Zombie Quatre wasn't too far behind with his usual chant, "TROOOOOOOOOOOOOOwaAAAAAA!!!! I WANNA EAT YOUR BRAAAAAAINS!!!"

Trowa found himself at a crossroads, either go left or right. With a Cannibal Quatre clawing through the door behind him, he knew he had to make another path of escape…. Up. Trowa climbed up the central dome between the two paths and hid from frontal view. As a safety precaution (What if he smells me?) he tossed down a useless item: the handgun in the path to the left.

CRASH!!! The Blonde Beast tore through the metal door like tissue paper and tossed it over the platform. He scanned the area in search for his 'dinner' and plodded towards the right path…. But when he spotted the handgun across the area on the left platform he climbed upon the rails and flipped over to the left walkway.

Trowa slowly moved his lengthy body towards the opposite side Quatre's assumed field of vision. He remained quiet as the Tiny Freak started sniffing the gun. He took a quick scan around the elevated area and crept through the left side doorway.

After a few minutes, Trowa felt it was safe to climb down and go down the right (literally the right path). He hurried to the right door and opened it----

"PEEEEEEEEEEK-A-BOOOOO!!!!!" Evil Quatre cheered stepping through the door and making a beeline into Trowa. "IMA EAT YOOOOU!!!"

CRUNCH!!! Went Trowa's groin as Quatre, once again, smashed it with another friggin' softball bat.

Trowa faltered to the ground. Quatre caught him in his arms and tried to bite his head…(the one on top of his neck---pervs!!!!) Fortunately the styling gel placed in Trowa's hair was still effective. The hardened shell of hair gave the Zombie Brat a nasty toothache!!!!

Quatre staggered back, spitting for all it was worth, "This is so gross!!!!! What did you put in your hair!?!!? Cement!!!" he whined as if normal.

Trowa crawled away from the deranged boy, "Quatre?" With one last ounce of hope he called out… "Quat----"

The boy glared up at him, eyes glowing, "I guess I'll have to BREAK YOUR FUCKING SKULL OPEN----EYAYIYIYIYIyiyiyiyi!!!!!"

Out of nowhere, Quatre held up ANOTHER bat and got ready to break Trowa's fucking skull open---

BOOM!!!! A loud and thunderous blast hit Quatre knocking him flat against the door. It opened, being that it was an automatic causing Quatre to fall flat on his back afterward…

"……UUhhhhhNNNNNNNnnnnn…..CooooooooOOOOOOokies---BRA INS….." the Boy Monster mumbled before going out for the count.

Trowa looked back and spotted….. "Officer Maxwell? What happened to you."

Duo walked towards Trowa, lowering his grenade launcher. "Saving your ass, I think." He suddenly aimed the grenade launcher in Trowa's face. "Do I look like a zombie to you?"

Trowa held up his hands and replied, "No, Officer Maxwell-Why are you asking me such a ridiculous question?"

Duo shrugged, "I don't know… I think I killed you partner, because he thought I was a zombie---"

Trowa burst into laughter.

This frightened Officer Shinagami, so he retorted, "What part of that did YOU find funny?"

"The whole bloody thing!" Trowa answered. "NOTHING can kill Heero Yuy. He's like a robot--- or some sort of deity… of doom…chaos…. Lots of bad shit."

Duo argued, "Well I just wasted him with a grenade round-through a door and into a wall up there!"

Trowa shook his head-his hair did not move, "No, you just pissed him off."

Duo swallowed hard, "R-really?"

As Trowa and Duo continued through the right path, stepping over Quatre's body, the Tall One couldn't help but ask: "No, seriously, Duo---Where's Heero?"

Duo walked past him and uttered, "He went mad… I think he's a zombie---We had a shoot out and a brawl----EVERYTHING hurts. He grazed my arm. I blew his angry ass to kingdom come and left." He looked back at Trowa.

He was still standing at the door, "Hold up. Heero's a zombie?"

"Yeah, maybe we can find a cure or something---"

"HEERO'S…. a zombie?!"

Duo stressed, "Listen to me--- Let's hurry up and find a cure--- THAT'S why we're HERE!!!"

"He's gonna murder us ALL…. Our future children… our grandchildren…. Descendants---"Trowa was still aghast.

Duo shoved him, "Trowa---SNAP out of it!!! Where's Wufei?!"

Trowa blinked, shook his head (hair STILL didn't move), and recalled, "Trieze got him. Wufei's got the keys---Heero's a fucking zombie!??!!!"

Duo took a step back and aimed. He announced, "DON'T go spazzing out on me-I'll shoot you, too!!!"

Trowa snapped back and said, "You're right-all we have to do is find the cure-or whatever it is-and we can turn them back…. Right?!?"

Duo shrugged, half smiling, half guessing, "Well… sure… they're not all decayed and ugly like the others… so… we'll juuuuust …stop that from happening… It'll be ok!"

Trowa blinked, "We are SO bullshitting ourselves, Duo."

Duo sulked, "I know, dude.."