Post by PirateWolf12 on Nov 22, 2010 6:58:52 GMT -6
“Are you sure this plan will work, Ace?” Rie asked as the four figures reluctantly entered the unnervingly quiet amphitheatre, a stage surrounded by concrete seats. The Glee Cast was meant to be playing live tonight, but the outbreak halted that, just like it did for all of their lives. The four had already shot and killed the infected audience as they poured out of the stadium entrance, attempting to eat, kill and turn them.
Ace turned to the pink haired girl who was clutched a chainsaw. “Of course it will. It’s a brilliant plan! And not just because I thought of it, but because I have great hair, but also a nicely coloured name. Now, you all know the plan right?” Ace asked to the three. Rie nodded, along with Aussie. But Roj – the Jim of this outbreak group – had a confused look on his face. “Damn it Roj!” Ace said.
“But you didn’t say anything!”
“I wasn’t meant to! You should know it without me saying. The plan is this: We play the concert, shoot off some fireworks and basically cause a ruckus. That helicopter that’s been flying around for no reason will spot us and randomly swoop down to save us! Win win win!”
“That plan makes no sense,” Roj said.
“Look, you’re just here because we need a black guy. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to start the show.” Ace declared as he walked onto the stage, kicked the torn up body of one of the singers to the side, picked his guitar up and walked to the microphone.
“A guy with a guitar is dreamy!” Rie said, swooning like an adolescent moron does to an abusive vampire.
“Shh!” Aussie said. “A zombie outbreak didn’t stop me from missing the live Glee performance and neither will you!”
Ace leaned in and began to sing as he strummed his guitar.
”Long time ago me and my brother Tbone here,
We was hitch hikin' down a long and lonesome road.
All of a sudden, there shined a shiny demon... in the middle... of the road.
AND HE SAID!
’Play the best song in the world, or I'll eat your soul’.
Well me and Kyle, we looked at each other,
and we each said... ‘Okay’.
And we played the first thing that came to our heads,
Just so happened to be,
The Best Song in the World, it was The Best Song in the Wo-“
“Ace!” Rie interrupted.
“What?” Ace asked. “Not sexy enough?”
“No, no. It’s plenty sexy. But…acoustic doesn’t really cut it. I mean, for attracting a helicopter. You know?” Rie said.
“Yeah, it might attract a few infected, but we want the helicopter. So we need something really loud and shiny and bright.” Aussie said.
“But wouldn’t that attract more infected?” Ace asked, still standing at the microphone.
“Yes. Just as much as lowering a table bridge, turning a dimly lit revolving burger sign on, using a ham radio or filling a car full of petrol.” Rie said as Roj and Aussie nodded in agreement.
“That…makes TOTAL SENSE.” Ace cheered. Distant running footsteps could be heard.
“Yep. So what you’re doing might attract one or two common but we wa- FUUUUUUCK” Roj screamed as a large overalls wearing monster with one giant arm picked him up, took him away from the group and began pounding him against the pavement because that is what it does for some reason. “He-e-e-e-e-l-l-l-p!” Roj cried.
The three other survivors freed him after a minute.
“Okay people.” Aussie said. “Live Glee shows play loud ass music and use a hell of a lot of fireworks – more than your strange alien holiday known as the ‘4th-of-July.” He said, testing the name of the holiday out as if it was a foreign word which it really is you weirdos. “So what we need to do is turn on the lights and turn on the music and hide yo’ kids, hide yo’ wife and hide yo’ hu’bands ‘cause they infectin’ errybodeh out ‘ere.”
“So?...” Rie asked.
“So? So! So Team A, Ace and I, will go up to the back of the seating and turn on the stage lighting. Team B, consisting of the minorities, will go to the stage and turn on the music. I’m sure the infected probably won’t care and will just ignore us. I mean, they probably don’t appreciate good music so why would they come?”
“Good point. Come on team! Let’s play us a funky beat!” Rie yelled, kawaiiiish.
Ace and Aussie raced up the stairs as Rie and Roj climbed onto the stage and went to the side where the controls were, waiting for the lights to come on.
“We must hurry!” Ace said as they climbed up the concrete jungle of blocks, passed a tower made from plywood and metal scaffolding that towered over the area. A few common infected lying hidden amongst the steps jumped up and began to run towards the two.
“I concur!” Aussie cried in fear. A large obese boomer standing on the side of the stairs roared at the two as they ran past, ready to dish out some bulimic justice. “Not now Cogs!” Aussie yelled, pushing the creature out of the way. It lost its footing and fell down the stairs, exploding on impact when it hit the pavement below. Traitor Tears Aussie and Ace the Merchant reached the top where they were able to fight off the few remaining infected left in the small stadium with their manly fists.
“Don’t let it bite or you become one. Like vampires, werewolves or gypsies.” Aussie said.
Ever so communistically, Ace nodded and walked to the switch board and turned on the lights, illuminating the stage. Right on cue Roj and Rie turned on the music. The music to It’s A Man’s Man’s Man’s World began to play but, alas, it had no one to sing it. Distant roaring could be heard far away, but it was closing in. The four met at the base of the seating.
“Okay, okay, alright. Okay. Fine.” Ace said. “Don’t worry. Okay, here’s the plan. Aussie. You snipe from the tower we passed. Take this sniper and all these bullets and shoot, boy!”
“But…I don’t know how to use a sniper.”
“It’s okay!” Rie said with a smile. “I believe in you because I believe you’re the descendant of the Sniper in Team Fortress 2.”
“That’s so offensive.” Aussie said, wiping a tear from his eye. “You’re such a good friend, Rie. I’ll do it!”
“Rie!” Ace said. “You guard the base of the tower. Roj and I will take the stage. Let’s go people!”
As Aussie and Rie rushed to the tower, Roj and Ace headed to the stage as hundreds of the infected poured out of every available entrance to the amphitheatre.
“Christ,” Ace said holding his guitar close to himself. “I didn’t think there’d be so many.”
“We’ll be fine if we stick together!” Roj cried as he fired his shotgun into the crowd of approaching infected. The now infected Matt, his jaw and part of his throat burned away rushed towards him, his elongated neck, slutty outfit and pigtails obvious to the two fighters on the stage. Before Roj could administer some gangster justice, infected Matt spat a green ball of acid at the two. It began to burn the few infected caught in the splattering blast that spread across the stage, burning part of Ace’s boots and separating the two. As Ace bashed the zombified Vandy to death, he heard cackling and looked up to see a jockey, a mutated midget thing, leap onto his face and began to hump the shit out of that bitch. Ace ran around screaming, trying his best to pull it off himself. Roj was distracted with a crowd of common infected and killing Spitter Matt. Ace turned and tried to pull it off. A shot rang out and the disgusting creature fell off him, dead. Ace looked up to see Aussie with his sniper pointing at him, before shooting a boomer that had gotten to close to Roj.
On the tower, Aussie did his best to snipe the infected whilst below him Rie ran around laughing as she sliced and diced any infected unlucky to get into her way. She began to pull out the intestines of a zombie for no reason when a Smoker, a… cthulhu/human mashup thing, wrapped its tongue around her and began to drag her tied up body towards it. At the same time a hoodie wearing hunter leapt onto Ace began tearing him a new everything whilst ANOTHER charger picked up Roj, carried him far away and began to beat the shit out of him. Fireworks began to shoot out from the stage, causing more distant roars as dozens more infected raced towards them.
“Fuck sake!” Aussie cried. “What are the odds?!” He sniped the smoker that was molesting Rie first, along with a few gangbanging common infected surrounding her. She chainsawed the remaining ones, though she was quite injured from the turn of events. Roj could wait a bit, so Aussie sniped at the hunter cutting up Ace. When Ace was free, he rushed over to the charger, guitar’d it a bit and helped up the near dead Roj. A few hoards of infected later and there was silence. At least for a few seconds. The music changed, and the song Mercy began to play.
“Do you hear that?” Aussie yelled from his ivory tower at the other three survivors who began to walk towards him. Suddenly a large block of concrete hurtled through the air towards the three below, who scattered like ants.
“Wha-fuck?” Rie said, pulling herself up. “Oh fu-u-u-u-uu-u-u-uck!” She screamed.
It looked like a slightly more mutated and muscly version of Arnold Schwarzenegger. It was large, it was frightening and it was coming towards them right now. The tank.
“Run or shoot?” Roj whined, only to be punched thirty feet away by the creature. Ace, who had traded his guitar for an actual practical weapon, shot at the beast as Aussie helped snipe at it. Rie picked up her trusty grenade launcher and climbed up one of the platforms towards Aussie. She was on the lower platform when she realised that the beast was now coming towards her. It was actually beginning to climb the ladder up.
“Are you serious, my boy?” She yelled. It was now on the platform opposite her. “Wait, why am I worried? The girl always liv-“ THWAM! She was cut off as the tank punched her and sent her flying off, across the amphitheatre to the opposite side where she hit the pavement with a sickening splat. A splat kind of life in the cartoons, but more bone crushing. It’s a pretty funny noise when it’s not your friend dying horribly.
“RI-I-I-I-I-IE!” Aussie yelled dramatically, before looking the tank below him. He fired at it, which only made it angry. It began to climb up towards him. Its weight, however, was too much for the platform causing the tower to buckle, and then collapse. The two fell, Aussie screaming as they collided with the ground. Roj and Ace began to fire upon the creature as it roared. Aussie, feeling his broken ribs, slowly lifted his sniper and shot the creature in the back to avenge his friend.
Naturally, this did nothing as it was only one bullet. However, as Roj and Ace shot at the creature it slowly began to cry in pain, before collapsing dead.
“This isn’t fun anymore,” Roj said as Ace helped Aussie up. “Where is this damn helicopter?”
“I think we have to survive more waves of the infected and another tank before that happens.” Aussie said, healing himself. “I sure am going to miss Skye.”
“Let’s just focus on getting out of here. The fireworks and music are still going,” Ace said. The music changed yet again, this time to the mashup of Singing in the Rain and Rhianna’s Umbrella.
“That’s odd…” Aussie said.
“What?” Ace asked.
“Nothing. I thought I heard actual lyri-“
‘HERE THEY COME!” Roj screamed. More of the common infected began to pour out, running towards the group. “I don’t want to be turned. I like my human Haitian-ness.”
“Kill them!” Ace screamed.
Aussie lifted up his sniper and aimed at a box of fireworks and shot it, causing flames to spread. The infected began to burn. Roj gave thumbs up to this, only to turn around face a female boomer. For a few seconds they faced each other, looking into each others’ eyes. Then, in utter disgust, the female boomer vomited all over Roj. Roj, in return, vomited all over it, causing her to explode. Common infected began to swarm over Roj who screamed in pain as they clawed him. However, he was lucky enough to remain unbit. Ace helped shoot the zombies dead as the fire continued to spread around the area.
“Wait!” Aussie said. “There it is again. What is that?”
”Cause I'm singin' in the rain
Just singin' in the rain!
What a glorious feeling
I'm happy again.
I'm laughing at clouds.
So dark up above,
I’m singin’
Singin’ in the rain.
You can stand under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh)
Just singing in the rain…”
Aussie was speechless. “I…I can’t believe it. What have they done?” He fell to the ground.
“Aussie?” Roj asked. “PMS later. We have more surviving and escaping to do.”
“I…I thought they were live.”
“What?” Ace asked, shooting ANOTHER hunter.
“Their live performances. I always thought they were ALL live! But the lyrics are playing. THEY WERE JUST GOING TO MOUTH IT. PRETEND TO SING! LIKE ASHLEY SIMPSON OR KE-dollar sign-HA! I…I feel so cheated. So deceived”
More common infected began to surround them. “I’m out of bullets,” Roj yelled. Aussie chucked his rifle at him and walked towards a common infected that stood stationary. He outstretched his arm at the creature. Without hesitation it bit into his wrist, infecting him.
“Aussie!” Ace cried
“No!” Roj screamed.
Aussie quickly turned into an infected, put on his hoodie and lept onto Ace. “Aussie, don’t you recognise me?” Hunter Aussie just began to claw up Ace’s torso again. “Aussie! Remember all of our crazy debates? Surely you do! Like on cats, politics and Chris Cha- ARRGHHH!” Aussie Hunter began to slice faster, until Roj shot him in the head with the rifle he had been using only moments before.
“Jesus,” Ace said looking down at his horrid wounds. “I wasn’t bitten. I won’t turn. I hope.”
“I probably should have told him that we put a CD in that was both the live performance background music AND the album versions, so… yeah. Oh well. One less honkie.”
Ace was disgusted and wary of Roj’s racism. “Let’s just get out of here,” he said. He ran onto the stage, shot a jockey and turned the fireworks on. Yet again, the music changed. This time to Rehab. The ever so frightening and familiar sounds of an approaching tank could be heard. Except this time they had two less people to fight it.
“Where is it?” Roj asked. Ace peered closer to the wall of fireworks shooting up. Suddenly the tank burst through, on fire as it raced towards him. Ace turned and jumped off the stage, blindly firing behind him. Roj ran up behind it and began to beat it with an axe, the creature still burning. The smell made Roj throw up yet again onto the behemoth. After blindly shooting it, burning it, vomiting on it and cutting it the creature succumbs to death by boredom.
“Do you hear that?” Ace asked.
“More lyrics?”
“No.”
Meow.
“OHMYGODIT’SAKITTYCATWEHAVETOSAVEITOHMYGODTHERE!LOOK!ITISSOCUTE!” Ace screamed, picking the small cat up. Unfortunately he didn’t see the witch sitting next to the puddy tat. “Oh dear.”
“Look!” Roj cried. “The helicopter!” The black man lives after all!”
“Yeah,” Ace said slowly backing away with the cat in his arms. “But there’s also a white guy so drop the attitude.” The witch stayed still, sobbing into her claws.
Roj frowned at what Ace said and so he picked up his pipe bomb and tossed it next to the witch where it quickly exploded, startling her. She saw Ace standing close by and roared at him.
“Run!” Ace cried, holding the cat like a baby.
Roj realised that for some reason the helicopter caused about a thousand more infected, including a few tanks, to run towards them. “Oh shit!” He cried, turning around racing towards the chopper. He fired wildly behind him, hoping to slow down the infected. Amongst the dozen things he hit, Ace was shot in the stomach, making him and his cat fall down. The witch began to slice that guy up, as did the remaining infected. Roj jumped into the helicopter.
“Just you?” The pilot, Sylar, asked.
“Yes,” Roj said, looking at the crowd of infected devouring the body of Ace.
“Seriously? Just you?”
“Yes. The black man is the only survivor. Is that really so shocking?”
“Honestly, yes.” Sylar said as the helicopter began to take lift off. “Also, you’re not really the only survivor. I’m also here. I survived events too. Zombie related events.”
The helicopter began to fly over the stage when something grabbed on.
“The hell?” Sylar asked.
A tank had grabbed the side and was holding on for dear life. And seeing as it weight 1/10 of Will’s Mom (Boo-Yah!) the helicopter immediately rotated to the side, causing Roj to scream and grab onto the side of the door. He began to kick the tank in the face, the creature roaring and trying to take a swipe at him. This just made balancing the helicopter all the more difficult for Sylar who feared they would crash as they flew over the stage. Another kick later and the tank finally let go, however Sylar had lost his grip and fell screaming out, spiralling towards the ground.
“Aw shit,” Roj said as the helicopter followed suit, crashing into a field next to the amphitheatre in a fiery explosion. Out of the burning rubble Roj crawled out and screamed in triumph.
“The black man lived! THE BLACK MAN SURVIVED!” Then a charger picked him up, carried him to a distant wall and began to beat him to death. Roj died as there was nobody around to rescue him.
The moral of the story is that friends stick together, through zombies and worse. <3
Ace turned to the pink haired girl who was clutched a chainsaw. “Of course it will. It’s a brilliant plan! And not just because I thought of it, but because I have great hair, but also a nicely coloured name. Now, you all know the plan right?” Ace asked to the three. Rie nodded, along with Aussie. But Roj – the Jim of this outbreak group – had a confused look on his face. “Damn it Roj!” Ace said.
“But you didn’t say anything!”
“I wasn’t meant to! You should know it without me saying. The plan is this: We play the concert, shoot off some fireworks and basically cause a ruckus. That helicopter that’s been flying around for no reason will spot us and randomly swoop down to save us! Win win win!”
“That plan makes no sense,” Roj said.
“Look, you’re just here because we need a black guy. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to start the show.” Ace declared as he walked onto the stage, kicked the torn up body of one of the singers to the side, picked his guitar up and walked to the microphone.
“A guy with a guitar is dreamy!” Rie said, swooning like an adolescent moron does to an abusive vampire.
“Shh!” Aussie said. “A zombie outbreak didn’t stop me from missing the live Glee performance and neither will you!”
Ace leaned in and began to sing as he strummed his guitar.
”Long time ago me and my brother Tbone here,
We was hitch hikin' down a long and lonesome road.
All of a sudden, there shined a shiny demon... in the middle... of the road.
AND HE SAID!
’Play the best song in the world, or I'll eat your soul’.
Well me and Kyle, we looked at each other,
and we each said... ‘Okay’.
And we played the first thing that came to our heads,
Just so happened to be,
The Best Song in the World, it was The Best Song in the Wo-“
“Ace!” Rie interrupted.
“What?” Ace asked. “Not sexy enough?”
“No, no. It’s plenty sexy. But…acoustic doesn’t really cut it. I mean, for attracting a helicopter. You know?” Rie said.
“Yeah, it might attract a few infected, but we want the helicopter. So we need something really loud and shiny and bright.” Aussie said.
“But wouldn’t that attract more infected?” Ace asked, still standing at the microphone.
“Yes. Just as much as lowering a table bridge, turning a dimly lit revolving burger sign on, using a ham radio or filling a car full of petrol.” Rie said as Roj and Aussie nodded in agreement.
“That…makes TOTAL SENSE.” Ace cheered. Distant running footsteps could be heard.
“Yep. So what you’re doing might attract one or two common but we wa- FUUUUUUCK” Roj screamed as a large overalls wearing monster with one giant arm picked him up, took him away from the group and began pounding him against the pavement because that is what it does for some reason. “He-e-e-e-e-l-l-l-p!” Roj cried.
The three other survivors freed him after a minute.
“Okay people.” Aussie said. “Live Glee shows play loud ass music and use a hell of a lot of fireworks – more than your strange alien holiday known as the ‘4th-of-July.” He said, testing the name of the holiday out as if it was a foreign word which it really is you weirdos. “So what we need to do is turn on the lights and turn on the music and hide yo’ kids, hide yo’ wife and hide yo’ hu’bands ‘cause they infectin’ errybodeh out ‘ere.”
“So?...” Rie asked.
“So? So! So Team A, Ace and I, will go up to the back of the seating and turn on the stage lighting. Team B, consisting of the minorities, will go to the stage and turn on the music. I’m sure the infected probably won’t care and will just ignore us. I mean, they probably don’t appreciate good music so why would they come?”
“Good point. Come on team! Let’s play us a funky beat!” Rie yelled, kawaiiiish.
Ace and Aussie raced up the stairs as Rie and Roj climbed onto the stage and went to the side where the controls were, waiting for the lights to come on.
“We must hurry!” Ace said as they climbed up the concrete jungle of blocks, passed a tower made from plywood and metal scaffolding that towered over the area. A few common infected lying hidden amongst the steps jumped up and began to run towards the two.
“I concur!” Aussie cried in fear. A large obese boomer standing on the side of the stairs roared at the two as they ran past, ready to dish out some bulimic justice. “Not now Cogs!” Aussie yelled, pushing the creature out of the way. It lost its footing and fell down the stairs, exploding on impact when it hit the pavement below. Traitor Tears Aussie and Ace the Merchant reached the top where they were able to fight off the few remaining infected left in the small stadium with their manly fists.
“Don’t let it bite or you become one. Like vampires, werewolves or gypsies.” Aussie said.
Ever so communistically, Ace nodded and walked to the switch board and turned on the lights, illuminating the stage. Right on cue Roj and Rie turned on the music. The music to It’s A Man’s Man’s Man’s World began to play but, alas, it had no one to sing it. Distant roaring could be heard far away, but it was closing in. The four met at the base of the seating.
“Okay, okay, alright. Okay. Fine.” Ace said. “Don’t worry. Okay, here’s the plan. Aussie. You snipe from the tower we passed. Take this sniper and all these bullets and shoot, boy!”
“But…I don’t know how to use a sniper.”
“It’s okay!” Rie said with a smile. “I believe in you because I believe you’re the descendant of the Sniper in Team Fortress 2.”
“That’s so offensive.” Aussie said, wiping a tear from his eye. “You’re such a good friend, Rie. I’ll do it!”
“Rie!” Ace said. “You guard the base of the tower. Roj and I will take the stage. Let’s go people!”
As Aussie and Rie rushed to the tower, Roj and Ace headed to the stage as hundreds of the infected poured out of every available entrance to the amphitheatre.
“Christ,” Ace said holding his guitar close to himself. “I didn’t think there’d be so many.”
“We’ll be fine if we stick together!” Roj cried as he fired his shotgun into the crowd of approaching infected. The now infected Matt, his jaw and part of his throat burned away rushed towards him, his elongated neck, slutty outfit and pigtails obvious to the two fighters on the stage. Before Roj could administer some gangster justice, infected Matt spat a green ball of acid at the two. It began to burn the few infected caught in the splattering blast that spread across the stage, burning part of Ace’s boots and separating the two. As Ace bashed the zombified Vandy to death, he heard cackling and looked up to see a jockey, a mutated midget thing, leap onto his face and began to hump the shit out of that bitch. Ace ran around screaming, trying his best to pull it off himself. Roj was distracted with a crowd of common infected and killing Spitter Matt. Ace turned and tried to pull it off. A shot rang out and the disgusting creature fell off him, dead. Ace looked up to see Aussie with his sniper pointing at him, before shooting a boomer that had gotten to close to Roj.
On the tower, Aussie did his best to snipe the infected whilst below him Rie ran around laughing as she sliced and diced any infected unlucky to get into her way. She began to pull out the intestines of a zombie for no reason when a Smoker, a… cthulhu/human mashup thing, wrapped its tongue around her and began to drag her tied up body towards it. At the same time a hoodie wearing hunter leapt onto Ace began tearing him a new everything whilst ANOTHER charger picked up Roj, carried him far away and began to beat the shit out of him. Fireworks began to shoot out from the stage, causing more distant roars as dozens more infected raced towards them.
“Fuck sake!” Aussie cried. “What are the odds?!” He sniped the smoker that was molesting Rie first, along with a few gangbanging common infected surrounding her. She chainsawed the remaining ones, though she was quite injured from the turn of events. Roj could wait a bit, so Aussie sniped at the hunter cutting up Ace. When Ace was free, he rushed over to the charger, guitar’d it a bit and helped up the near dead Roj. A few hoards of infected later and there was silence. At least for a few seconds. The music changed, and the song Mercy began to play.
“Do you hear that?” Aussie yelled from his ivory tower at the other three survivors who began to walk towards him. Suddenly a large block of concrete hurtled through the air towards the three below, who scattered like ants.
“Wha-fuck?” Rie said, pulling herself up. “Oh fu-u-u-u-uu-u-u-uck!” She screamed.
It looked like a slightly more mutated and muscly version of Arnold Schwarzenegger. It was large, it was frightening and it was coming towards them right now. The tank.
“Run or shoot?” Roj whined, only to be punched thirty feet away by the creature. Ace, who had traded his guitar for an actual practical weapon, shot at the beast as Aussie helped snipe at it. Rie picked up her trusty grenade launcher and climbed up one of the platforms towards Aussie. She was on the lower platform when she realised that the beast was now coming towards her. It was actually beginning to climb the ladder up.
“Are you serious, my boy?” She yelled. It was now on the platform opposite her. “Wait, why am I worried? The girl always liv-“ THWAM! She was cut off as the tank punched her and sent her flying off, across the amphitheatre to the opposite side where she hit the pavement with a sickening splat. A splat kind of life in the cartoons, but more bone crushing. It’s a pretty funny noise when it’s not your friend dying horribly.
“RI-I-I-I-I-IE!” Aussie yelled dramatically, before looking the tank below him. He fired at it, which only made it angry. It began to climb up towards him. Its weight, however, was too much for the platform causing the tower to buckle, and then collapse. The two fell, Aussie screaming as they collided with the ground. Roj and Ace began to fire upon the creature as it roared. Aussie, feeling his broken ribs, slowly lifted his sniper and shot the creature in the back to avenge his friend.
Naturally, this did nothing as it was only one bullet. However, as Roj and Ace shot at the creature it slowly began to cry in pain, before collapsing dead.
“This isn’t fun anymore,” Roj said as Ace helped Aussie up. “Where is this damn helicopter?”
“I think we have to survive more waves of the infected and another tank before that happens.” Aussie said, healing himself. “I sure am going to miss Skye.”
“Let’s just focus on getting out of here. The fireworks and music are still going,” Ace said. The music changed yet again, this time to the mashup of Singing in the Rain and Rhianna’s Umbrella.
“That’s odd…” Aussie said.
“What?” Ace asked.
“Nothing. I thought I heard actual lyri-“
‘HERE THEY COME!” Roj screamed. More of the common infected began to pour out, running towards the group. “I don’t want to be turned. I like my human Haitian-ness.”
“Kill them!” Ace screamed.
Aussie lifted up his sniper and aimed at a box of fireworks and shot it, causing flames to spread. The infected began to burn. Roj gave thumbs up to this, only to turn around face a female boomer. For a few seconds they faced each other, looking into each others’ eyes. Then, in utter disgust, the female boomer vomited all over Roj. Roj, in return, vomited all over it, causing her to explode. Common infected began to swarm over Roj who screamed in pain as they clawed him. However, he was lucky enough to remain unbit. Ace helped shoot the zombies dead as the fire continued to spread around the area.
“Wait!” Aussie said. “There it is again. What is that?”
”Cause I'm singin' in the rain
Just singin' in the rain!
What a glorious feeling
I'm happy again.
I'm laughing at clouds.
So dark up above,
I’m singin’
Singin’ in the rain.
You can stand under my umbrella
(Ella ella eh eh eh)
Just singing in the rain…”
Aussie was speechless. “I…I can’t believe it. What have they done?” He fell to the ground.
“Aussie?” Roj asked. “PMS later. We have more surviving and escaping to do.”
“I…I thought they were live.”
“What?” Ace asked, shooting ANOTHER hunter.
“Their live performances. I always thought they were ALL live! But the lyrics are playing. THEY WERE JUST GOING TO MOUTH IT. PRETEND TO SING! LIKE ASHLEY SIMPSON OR KE-dollar sign-HA! I…I feel so cheated. So deceived”
More common infected began to surround them. “I’m out of bullets,” Roj yelled. Aussie chucked his rifle at him and walked towards a common infected that stood stationary. He outstretched his arm at the creature. Without hesitation it bit into his wrist, infecting him.
“Aussie!” Ace cried
“No!” Roj screamed.
Aussie quickly turned into an infected, put on his hoodie and lept onto Ace. “Aussie, don’t you recognise me?” Hunter Aussie just began to claw up Ace’s torso again. “Aussie! Remember all of our crazy debates? Surely you do! Like on cats, politics and Chris Cha- ARRGHHH!” Aussie Hunter began to slice faster, until Roj shot him in the head with the rifle he had been using only moments before.
“Jesus,” Ace said looking down at his horrid wounds. “I wasn’t bitten. I won’t turn. I hope.”
“I probably should have told him that we put a CD in that was both the live performance background music AND the album versions, so… yeah. Oh well. One less honkie.”
Ace was disgusted and wary of Roj’s racism. “Let’s just get out of here,” he said. He ran onto the stage, shot a jockey and turned the fireworks on. Yet again, the music changed. This time to Rehab. The ever so frightening and familiar sounds of an approaching tank could be heard. Except this time they had two less people to fight it.
“Where is it?” Roj asked. Ace peered closer to the wall of fireworks shooting up. Suddenly the tank burst through, on fire as it raced towards him. Ace turned and jumped off the stage, blindly firing behind him. Roj ran up behind it and began to beat it with an axe, the creature still burning. The smell made Roj throw up yet again onto the behemoth. After blindly shooting it, burning it, vomiting on it and cutting it the creature succumbs to death by boredom.
“Do you hear that?” Ace asked.
“More lyrics?”
“No.”
Meow.
“OHMYGODIT’SAKITTYCATWEHAVETOSAVEITOHMYGODTHERE!LOOK!ITISSOCUTE!” Ace screamed, picking the small cat up. Unfortunately he didn’t see the witch sitting next to the puddy tat. “Oh dear.”
“Look!” Roj cried. “The helicopter!” The black man lives after all!”
“Yeah,” Ace said slowly backing away with the cat in his arms. “But there’s also a white guy so drop the attitude.” The witch stayed still, sobbing into her claws.
Roj frowned at what Ace said and so he picked up his pipe bomb and tossed it next to the witch where it quickly exploded, startling her. She saw Ace standing close by and roared at him.
“Run!” Ace cried, holding the cat like a baby.
Roj realised that for some reason the helicopter caused about a thousand more infected, including a few tanks, to run towards them. “Oh shit!” He cried, turning around racing towards the chopper. He fired wildly behind him, hoping to slow down the infected. Amongst the dozen things he hit, Ace was shot in the stomach, making him and his cat fall down. The witch began to slice that guy up, as did the remaining infected. Roj jumped into the helicopter.
“Just you?” The pilot, Sylar, asked.
“Yes,” Roj said, looking at the crowd of infected devouring the body of Ace.
“Seriously? Just you?”
“Yes. The black man is the only survivor. Is that really so shocking?”
“Honestly, yes.” Sylar said as the helicopter began to take lift off. “Also, you’re not really the only survivor. I’m also here. I survived events too. Zombie related events.”
The helicopter began to fly over the stage when something grabbed on.
“The hell?” Sylar asked.
A tank had grabbed the side and was holding on for dear life. And seeing as it weight 1/10 of Will’s Mom (Boo-Yah!) the helicopter immediately rotated to the side, causing Roj to scream and grab onto the side of the door. He began to kick the tank in the face, the creature roaring and trying to take a swipe at him. This just made balancing the helicopter all the more difficult for Sylar who feared they would crash as they flew over the stage. Another kick later and the tank finally let go, however Sylar had lost his grip and fell screaming out, spiralling towards the ground.
“Aw shit,” Roj said as the helicopter followed suit, crashing into a field next to the amphitheatre in a fiery explosion. Out of the burning rubble Roj crawled out and screamed in triumph.
“The black man lived! THE BLACK MAN SURVIVED!” Then a charger picked him up, carried him to a distant wall and began to beat him to death. Roj died as there was nobody around to rescue him.
The moral of the story is that friends stick together, through zombies and worse. <3