Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Living the Life ❯ Boy Scouts and Squads ( Chapter 7 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

By: Smortz

Barb pushes Quinn into joining her tactical squad. Zombies break through the gates. An old friend greets Quinn.

Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Supernatural / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.11.2009 | Pages: 5 | Words: 4.6K | Visits: 122 | Status: Work In Progress

Disclaimer: This story belongs to Smortz. Characters and plot created by me as well

Barb grumbled something into the microphone, sounding like, “There's some in the woods.”

Peter nodded as he lowered the helicopter. “Should you wake up Quinn?” Peter asked as he turned on the flashing lights.

A small tower off in the distance flashed a yellow spot light towards them before it seemed to turn straight into the sky.

“Chris,” Barb called, “Hand me the rifle.”

The lieutenant nodded handing Quinn's rifle to Barb, who in turned leaned it against the back of the helicopter before standing up and pushing Quinn towards Ryan. “Take her.”

Ryan nodded pulling Quinn against him. He watched Barb push the barrel of the rifle over the rope. “Peter, lower the chopper a little,” Barb said, her voice laced with heavy concentration as she looked through the scope of the rifle. The sun was peeking over the mountain in the sunset causing a glare from the opposite side of the chopper.

A loud bang had Quinn jolted awake. Ryan tightened his arms around her as she looked at Barb. “That's my rifle!” She pouted. Her very mature aunt stuck her tongue out at her. “So?”

Quinn sighed as she snatched the binoculars from a soldier watching Barb's kill. Her laughter echoed. “You missed, he's still walking, and you only got him in the neck.”

Barb gasped looking through the scope. Quinn took that as the opportunity to unleash a joke, “You're getting old!”

Barb's upper lip curled as she took aim again and pulled the trigger back. “Oh. I guess you just needed a practice shot,” Quinn murmured watching as the zombie woman fell to the ground. “There's another one about twenty feet from her, then two more traveling together going towards Peter.”

Barb continued to take aim even as Peter flew the helicopter. “I'll have patrol go along the outside border,” she paused, as if debating something in her head, “I doubt they started climbing which means there's a hole in the outer gate.”

“I'll go with you,” Quinn volunteered.

Barb shook her head, “You get some food, and a shower, and a nap.”

Ryan almost laughed when Quinn sulked. The helicopter came over the secondary fencing, a lot more heavy then the outer fencing. Razor wire was at the top of the foot thick brick wall that surrounded the series of houses. There was a small living quarter's house against the far back side. A large steel warehouse against the opposite side and armored trucks graced the driveway with multiple canopies set up between the two buildings.

“Shit, I feel like I walked into a base,” Mike murmured as Peter settled the helicopter on a pad on the top of the warehouse.

Barb was the first to get out as a three men helped with the sleeping Izzie.

“Hey it's Quinn!” Someone shouted.

“Shit,” Ryan whispered and Quinn giggled hopping out of the helicopter to tackle the armed soldier to the ground.

“Carlos!” She shouted as she hugged him, “Oh my god, you're all muscular!”

Ryan sighed, “Stop ruining his dignity.”

Quinn stood up, holding her hand out to help the solider up. The army cut hair was beginning to grow back from his head, the black coming in to spoke without gel. Carlos held out his bulky arm to Ryan who took it was a greeting.

“It's a shame you're still alive,” Ryan grumbled.

”Likewise,” Carlos replied before grinning at Quinn, “so who are the others?”

Quinn blinked at them both before gasping as it dawned they weren't alone. “That's Mike,” she muttered pointing at the confused man, “The others are Alex and Izzie, that's Branson.”

“Okay, well Barb put me in charge of your group so I'll take you to the kitchen,” he said rather loudly to wake up Izzie who was sprawled along Alex's back.

Carlos began walking, the dark green wife beater doing little to hide the muscular body. The baggy camouflage pants had weapons hanging from it as Quinn hopped along side of him. “When did you get back? I would've come to the party.”

“Oh? I just got back this morning actually,” Carlos replied. “The army base we were at in Jalabad was overrun and my jet wasn't far away so I got authorization from my zombie general and the government didn't really question me. It was all really weird,” Carlos slurred the last part as if it'd just dawned on him. “It took me three days to get the okay but… I didn't expect to get the okay at all, you now?”

Carlos chuckled, digging around in his pocket as he found a key.

Quinn was busy looking around the housing area.

The white canopies had different jobs it looked like. There were a total of eight, some giving out food and water, another giving out blankets and a small pack of necessities. The warehouse they hand landed had multiple cots along it, people beginning to wake up from the noise they'd caused.

“Barb's really enjoying herself isn't she?” Quinn asked, thinking out loud.

“You could say that,” Carlos let out around a laugh.

Carlos stopped in front of Barb's two story home, looking more like a dormitory at the moment, and pushed the door open after locking it.

The living room wall had been blown to smithereens and made into a large cafeteria. Soldiers were at the table eating their morning fills as Carlos high fived some of the men. “Okay, foods all yours, Barb said to let you guys have her room. She turned it into your guys room.”

Quinn nodded before smiling gratefully at him. “Does she still have the shooting range?”

Carlos's smirk told her all she needed to know before his radio went off, beckoning him somewhere. “Gotta go,” he said as he began to walk towards the door. He looked over his shoulder to toss a wink and she couldn't help the laugh.

“See you,” Quinn murmured before snatching a plate up.

Mike joined at her side, “H-Have you always been around this crowd?”

“Yea, until it was okay to live with my dad, which was basically like living on my own. She's always been housing soldiers like this,” Quinn explained.

“And she's always been teaching you how to shoot people?” Mike asked, clearing his throat around the word people.

”No, I started with targets in the range, then Barb took me to become a sniper, there's a sniper range just outside these gates, I'm not going to use it anytime soon though with those things prowling,” Quinn mumbled as she flicked some pancakes on to her plate.

“You shoot them so easily,” Mike whispered closer to her, “do you think they have parents? Kids?”

“I did at first, I know that teacher that attacked you had a son,” Quinn returned, staring at him with an intensity Mike was scared to figure out, “had, before he turned into that. They don't have anyone, nothing but the instinct to eat.”

Quinn left the quiet Mike at the pancake table as she pushed her plate and apple juice on to the table and sat next to Peter. “Did Barb already start the patrol?” Quinn asked quietly.

“Yea,” Peter answered around a piece of syrup soaked waffle. “Listen, I'm going to inform you of what you need to know while you're here.”

Quinn looked at him in confusion.

“If you here a fog horn, you go with the soldiers,” Peter explained, “your friends go to the warehouse.”

“W-What?”

“Barb wants you on the sniper team, in turn for you being here, you're one of us,” Peter said seriously. Quinn almost had a heart attack as she choked on her pancake.

“What do you mean? I just came here to be protected,” Quinn grumped out.

“Yea well, you know Barb,” Peter returned.

Quinn nodded, “Barb's in the range right? She's watching the patrol from there?”

Peter gave a nod and she pushed her empty plate into the large bin and walked passed her friends angrily towards the staircase.

There was a locked basement door as she pushed in the key and listened to it turn green. The halls were lined with a heavy cement material, a branched out underground.

Barb had moved to a World War 2 fort that had been hidden underground. She pushed the door to the security room open and was pleased to see Barb and another soldier she didn't recognize in there.

“Barb,” Quinn said sternly, “I was just told by being here I'll be in your squad.”

Barb's smile turned upwards as she turned around in the chair, “Peter told you already.”

“Yes,” Quinn mumbled, “and I came here to be protected, not to fight, especially against enemies that we don't know. They learned how to run, who's to say they won't learn how to climb, communicate…” She trailed off.

“Are you saying you want to feed off my best services for free?” Barb asked in distaste.

“I'll move to the warehouse, I'll sleep on the floor, but I don't want to be fighting, I don't have the training f-“

“I trained you, Peter trained you, you have more training then my lieutenant,” Barb cut her off, “If you don't want to fight, then don't, I want all the firearms you brought with you. There's no weapons allowed in the warehouse.”

Quinn's upper lip curled, “My Beretta?”

“Yes,” Barb answered without a bat of an eyelash.

Quinn didn't like the idea of not being armed after how many times she'd used the handgun the day before. “B-“

“Let's compromise,” Barb broke in, a military trained tone as she scanned the cameras again.

“You want to be near your friends correct? That's why this is no good?”

Quinn gave a quick nod.

”Then you'll be in my squad, and serve in missions under my command,” Quinn opened her mouth to protest but Barb held up her hand, “unless your friends are threatened, which means, you'll be near them if they're in danger. Will that do?”

Quinn sighed, “This is a trick isn't it?”

“All compromises are tricks,” Barb said with an innocent smile.

“I'll work as a sniper or assault right?” Quinn asked. Barb nodded without hesitation.

“Okay,” Quinn murmured, “I'll be in your squad unless my friends are threatened.”

Barb grinned victoriously. “Carlos has your tags, and you can grab some of my clothes.”

Quinn hated how Barb always knew what was going to happen as she sneered, “Yes ma'am.”

“Aunt to you,” Barb called after her before she could shut the door.

Quinn could only give a dry laugh as she shut the door behind her and jogged back up the stairs. She peered into the cafeteria, only to see it almost empty as she jogged up to the second story and towards the end of the hall. The door she knew belonged to her aunt pushed open and she stepped through to hear a shower going.

Izzie was the only one who was missing, Quinn figured she was the one in the shower. “Where'd you go?” Ryan asked as he handed her the Beretta she'd given him on the roof of the plant.

“Barb and I were talking is all,” she muttered, not sure how Ryan would react after everything, “we survived the first day though didn't we?” She asked with a tone of victory.

They were all quiet and she pushed open Barb's closet door and switched on the light. She pulled on the camouflage pants and took off the halter top she was wearing to trade it in for a dark green tank top. “Why are you wearing that?” Ryan asked suspiciously.

Quinn lied down on the cot she figured was for her. “Barb had me join her squad,” she murmured. “Now let me sleep.”

Ryan and Mike both gapped, “What?!” They shouted in unison.

“She can't do that!” Mike grumbled, “You're not eighteen!”

“Think that matters with zombies?” Quinn asked in amusement as she pulled the blanket over her and snuggled into the pillow.

“Barb lured you in didn't she?” Ryan asked angrily.

Quinn chuckled, “You expected more? I was going to join the army anyways, you knew that.”

Ryan snorted, “Fat chance you were.”

“I'm going to sleep,” Quinn repeated. She was happy when all she heard was the hum of the water from the shower. A hand brushed through her hair and Ryan cleared his throat, “I brought your backpack in, it's underneath the cot.”

“Thanks,” she whispered with a smile as she let her eyes close and sleep fill her.