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The Player's End 006
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As the night progressed, articles of clothing were scattered across the room and the two, Scarlet and Doyle, dropped from being on the couch to the floor. When things began to escalate, the two stopped and there, decided to call it a night not wanting to do anything rash too soon that may further lead to problems in the future. So there, they just lay, slowly drifting off into slumber knowing that in the morning, they'd be still there and their lives still chaos... at least, chaos with the added comfort of one another.
"We'll leave for the base in Cambridge the day after tomorrow kay." Doyle said running his hand through the woman's hair.
"And them?" she asked.
"We'll talk about that tomorrow. For now, sleep."
Sweetly, he placed a soft kiss on her forehead and reached up to blow out the candles. The room went dark.
Though the two inside floated softly into sleep not a care in the world, dreaming of the day they reach the safety and care of the U.S. army base in Cambridge, outside their room, in the pitch black of the night, stood someone... watching... listening. Hands clenched and in them a walkie-talkie.
"Did you hear that?" he asked into the small device.
"Loud and clear. Over."
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Not wanting to awake Scarlet, Doyle quietly slipped back into his clothes and slinked out of the room, closing the door behind him. The house was quiet... well at least except for the faint whisper of... What the hell? He jogged down the stairs, the noise growing louder with each step until he came to a large wooden door. He paused for a moment, thinking, then grasped the handle and turned, pulling the door open and looking down. A long stairway lead down deep into what seemed to be a basement. The noise was down there somewhere. Hand grasping the railing, Doyle made his way down the dark tunnel finally reaching a small platform at the bottom and not even skipping a beat opened the door,
"You've got to be shitting me."
The sound now filled his ears. Loud, sharp, awful... clucking?
"'Mornin te yea Sgt!" Harry's voice came.
Doyle stared in amazement at the small room. There, six feet under ground, laying in plain sight for him to see were... chickens. A giant flock of chickens.
"No way..." he mumbled, stepping in.
"Would yes mind shutin' that there door son?"
He did.
"You've got... chickens?" Doyle asked looking around in amazement.
"Yupp, all my lit'el children!" he said happily reaching over to stroke one, "Isn't that right now Dorothy, isn't that right."
Doyle was taken aback. How did they even manage it? Live chickens in a cellar six feet under ground, for seven whole months. You'd think the things would've up and died by now.
"How did you...?"
Harry laughed and pointed to a vent in the wall. It all suddenly made sense. While Scarlet had been showering the previous night, Harry had mentioned that he was a farmer and that had owned animals... but, he never mentioned that they were alive. The vent must lead upwards to the roof and act as a tunnel to outside air, letting the animals breath and for food, why, the large storage pillar filled with chicken grains. Also what amazed Doyle was that in the room, raised up form the ground was a small well. A well filled with fresh water.
The man almost fell over.
"Well, I used to own a farm out 'ere eh, before the infection an all. Me wife didn't fancy 'avin the chickens outside in a pen with all dogs and snakes lurkin' around in the fields, so we built this lit'el room down 'ere just for 'em." he smield, "Took us near a danm 6 month to do it too. The darn smell kept on comin' up into teh house."
Doyle walked over to the well and peered down into it.
"Is this real?" he asked.
"Sure is laddy!" the man smacked his knee, "Amazin' eh? We also got ourselves's a giant gas drum outside beside the house."
Doyle nodded.
"You'll be seein' that later on today."
Not knowing what the man meant by the odd comment, he nodded and turned his attention the small black cooker sitting on the table in front of him, sizzling. His mouth began to water.
"Hungry?"
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Slowly, Scarlet opened her eyes. Sighing, her fingers spread across a hard surface and again she rested, her hands curling into small fists.
Wait a second...
Her eyes snapped open and quickly she shot up, the sleeping bag clutched to her bare chest. Gazing around the room, she scanned her surroundings finding nothing wrong, nothing strange or un-orderly... Why, infarct, it had been the same as when she had fallen asleep, but with only one small problem, one small overlook... Doyle. he wasn't there.
Jumping up and off the floor, she searched for her bra and shirt in the dim light of the cool room. It was pitch black within, only a thin stream of golden luminosity spilling into study through the boarded window and barley illuminating it's contents. Slipping her garment over her head and running her hand through her messy and tangled hair, Scarlet slowly took the cold door handle in her hand and turned it, opening the door but a crack and peering out. Slowly, she stuck her head out. The house was silent, not a thing could be heard.
"'Morning." a voice then said out of the blue.
Scarlet jumped and bit her tongue to restrain herself from screaming.
"Jesus Christ!" she gasped in a harsh whisper.
Doyle stood behind the door a grin on his face and in his hands, a plate of cooked eggs. It turned out that the owners of the home they had taken refuge in previously owned a farm in their basement, close to six feet under ground was an entire coop of chickens. Doyle, getting up quite early while Scarlet still slept, was quite surprised and pleased at the same time when learning about Harry's little secret. He man called them his 'children', but Doyle never got to asking why, he was much to hungry to think about anything else. It had been after all three days since the two had eaten anything at all.
Quickly the two went back into their room. Doyle light the candles and left the door open about a foot. Scarlet took her plate and sat, immediately digging into her food.
"Ugh, this is good." she groaned and stuffed a forkful of scrambled yellow mush into her mouth.
An odd smell filled her nostrils... she just could place her finger on it. It wafted through their room and the entire house. Disregarding it as the eggs, she pushed it to the back of her mind and continued to feed.
Doyle watched her in pleasure as she ate, feeding on his own plate.
"Where'd you get them?"
"Harry," the soldier smiled and pointed his fork to the ground, "He's got this whole room of chickens down in his basement. There's about 6 of them down there."
He whipped his mouth with his hands and rested for a moment.
"He's got this little fryer thing that you can plug into the wall. One of the portable one's you know. He said they also have his massive tank of gas beside the house. Don't know why they'd need it though."
She nodded.
So that was how they did it. That was how they managed to stay alive for so damn long, they had live stock sitting under their feet the entire time. Chickens, a room filled with fucking chickens.
"Must smell like shit down there."
They laughed.
For a long moment afterward they sat in silence, eating.
"What do we do now?" Scarlet finally asked, finished with her meal.
Doyle place his plate on top of hers, remembering thinking the same thoughts the night before. What do we do now? There wasn't very much they could do at the moment now was there? They could always wait another 15 weeks for ten infected to die, but there was always that big 'if' factor in that statement. More a possibility really. Who was to say the group would last that long? It was a sheer miracle that Harry and his band managed to last this long and with the infection back, there was a chance that they could do it again... live out again and survive. A chance, a slim and sickly chance... They could always try and make it to the base again, but with the infected on their tail and Harry, Gorge, Karen, Elizabeth, Kevin and Jhon dragging behind them, they'd be 20 times slower and more vulnerable to attack. The last thing they needed was to have to stop every five minutes due to low stamina and energy. A dinner plate just waiting to be served.
Doyle sighed and ran a hand through his hair, "I've got no fucking idea."
"These people..." Scarlet said quietly, "I'm grateful, but we can't take them with us. They'll all-"
"Die," a voice then cut in, "I know."
The two turned to look at the door. There stood Kevin, his hand on the door handle and in the other, two glasses of water, an unsurprised expression on his face.
It had been the first the either of the two had heard the boy talk since they arrived the previous day. It was deep and hollow almost, no life or emotion al all to his words. He walked in and placed the two glasses on the coffee table.
"Here, Karen told me to bring this up to the both of you."
Scarlet sat silent, just staring.
"Jeeze kid, every learn to knock?" Doyle laughed nervously.
What the fuck is wrong with this kid?
Annoyed, he turned and crossed his arms over his chest, the same unimpressed look from the night before and sat in his hip, cocking his head to the side.
"What, you think I didn't know? I'm not stupid. I know we can't last this long out here and ever since you two came, everyone's been just buzzing about the infected."
He gave a stern glance.
"Hell, and I thought they were all dead."
There was a long silence, then Kevin gave a low chuckle.
"Heh, and if I didn't know any better, I'd say the both of you have something to do with it."
The boy walked out the door and turning to give one last grim smile, "And don't forget to say hi to them for me."
Doyle jumped for the boy, but only hit cod hard wood. Grasping the handle in his hand, he pulled at his but only found that the door was locked. Scarlet jumped to her feet.
"Kevin! Open this door right now!" he yelled.
"Sorry pal, no can do. Got to keep em' busy somehow and any ways, what can I say? We were here first and you two are the reason that they found us in the first place. You should have told us man, about the camp. It didn't have to end this way."
The door rattled. He paused and then, the sound of screaming infected raged through the house. He listened to us, the little fuck!
"Oops, forgot to tell you about that too. The front door's open."
"Kevin!" Scarlet screamed.
"If you drink those there, you wont feel a thing when the infected will be throwing chucks of your ass across the room!"
"Kevin!" Scarlet then screamed again, "Kevin!"
No use, he was gone. The screaming got louder. Turning, Doyle searched for his gun. It was gone... everything. His suit, his knives, his hand guns, everything. Except that is, the gun in his waist band.
"That little bastard!"
At that moment, the boards covering the window exploded, arms and heads flying into the room and infected attempting to enter. Scarlet screamed and ran to push a shelf up against the small window. Pressing all her weight against it, the massive wooden slab rocked and bulged, chugging out then slamming back into the wall again with every thrust.
The door, it's our only chance!
"Doyle, do something... hurry!
Taking steps back, he hiked his leg up to his chest and kicking out, his foot coming into direct contact with the door. With a snapping sound, the hinges tore from the frame, falling and hitting the wall opposite to the hall.
"Come on!" he called out to her.
Quickly, Scarlet let got of the shelf; it immediately hitting the floor. Running form the room, the two made their way out into the hall, around a sharp corner and up the many stairs to the third floor to the old Victorian house, five or six infected close behind. Running into a room, the two slammed the door shut, locking it and pulling what looked to be a bed in front of it. The door convulsed, a hole tearing through the middle and a bloody arm shooting through.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Scarlet yelled, making her way toward the window and tearing at it.
"It's locked! Shit!"
"Move over!" Doyle screamed.
The infected were almost through the door.
"What?!"
"I said MOVE!"
Charging, the soldier rammed his bare elbow through the glass square, shards of it flying through the room. Wincing, he shot it open and took hold of Scarlet's arm, pulling her to the window and shoving her thought the small opening.
"Go! Hurry!"
Arriving to the outer side of the house, perched up on the roof, she took his wrists and helped him out. Luckily, she done so just in time for at that moment the door busted open the room filling with them. Jumping up, they ran across the roof searching for a spot from witch to jump, but there was none. Only a small pool that looked to be maybe 8 feet deep and a good 4 meters away from the house.
Scarlet looked back to the window, nothing seemed to be coming through... at least, for the moment. Doyle glanced down to the pool then at a spec about five yards away. At first, he thought it was more infected, but when looking closer, he realized that it was indeed a small grope of people. Harry's group, and in the hands of a familiar skinny man with a bright red tuke upon his head, Doyle's gun. It was aimed at the house. He then realized something, then turned, his gaze fixing upon the giant drum. On it in bold red letters, GASOLINE. Doyle recalled what Harry had said to him earlier
"We also got ourselves's a giant gas drum outside beside the house. You'll be seein' that later on today."
"The mother fuckers!"
The entire time it had been a set up. They used the two as bait for the infected and lured them into the home so that while they were busy tearing them apart, they'd blast the house to pieces.
Scarlet turned to him and gave him an odd look.
"You ever good at running long jump?" he asked.
"Wha-I guess?!"
"Good."
Taking her arm then and there, he took off and jumped off the roof. At that exact moment Gorge squeezed his finger on the trigger of the large gun, aimed straight for the tank...
BOOM!
"Holay shit!" Gorge laughed, pulling the gun down and watching as the house exploded, bits and pieces of wood flying every itch way.
"Na' that's what I call fireworks!"
Karen shook her head and went to her husband.
"I feel terrible though for that young couple. They were so nice." the old woman sighed.
Harry reached over and rubbed her back, "It was either them or us honey."
She shrugged and turned to collect her bags.
"Kevin, grab your stuff." Elizabeth, Kevin's mother commanded, taking hers.
The young boy grumbled and mad a motion to go for the parcel. Suddenly, as he reached down for the bag, a bullet came flying out of nowhere and straight into his hand it flew, ripping a hole large enough to fit two fingers into it and blowing out the back, embedding itself into a far off tree. He screamed out and fell to the ground, blood gushing from the hole.
"Kevin!" his mother screamed making her way to him, but wasn't fast enough, for another large hand shot out of nowhere and grabbed him first.
"You little fuck!" he screamed.
It was Doyle. Behind him, the tall woman with black hair and a wet and tattered shit trailed behind, slightly limping. Kevin screamed. Doyle reeled his arm back and right square in the boys face, brought down a mightily punch, just short of breaking his jaw. Elizabeth clawed at her son and snatched him away from the mad man, Doyle letting go and leveling the gun to the party. Somehow, when the two had jumped, they made it to the pool just barely scrapping the pavement and splashing into the hole, the water acting as some type of resistance and shielding the two form the blast.
"Will someone please tell me what the fuck just happened back there!"
Kevin, squirming on the ground to get away in his mother's arms screamed, "What are you?! Crazy!?"
Doyle pointed the gun at the boy's face, "Oops, look like I forgot to tell you about that." he said mockingly.
"What the hell was that about!" Scarlet chimed in, "You locked us in a room and left us there to die!"
Gorge, trembling, brought his gun up and tried to shoot, but only missing the two by a striking mile and soon found himself in the strong grasp of the insane soldier who swiftly ran up beside him and wrapped a mighty arm around the thin man's neck, squeezing and pointing the gun at the man's head. The riffle fell to the ground with a thud.
"Well?" he urged.
No one said anything. He squeezed tighter, the young man yelled.
"Please stop!" Karen begged, reaching out to the boy.
Harry quickly grabbed his wife's arm and pulled her back.
"It was the only way!" Jhon then cried out, "Please just listen to me, we had no choice."
"What, you couldn't just tell us? You have no other choice but to kill us now?" Scarlet cut in.
"No you don't understand..."
Jhon took a deep breath and looked back to the burning house.
"We were stuck in that place fer seven whole months, d'you know what that's like?" he said, eyes filled with sorrow, "The chickens, they lay five eggs a week! Five eggs! Sometimes even less!"
The man almost broke out into tears.
"We were dying... my wife... I love her so much." Harry said then turned to Karen and took her hand in his, rubbing it.
"When we 'eard you were leavin' to a base in Cambridge, we reckoned there was hope, but you wouldn't take us. You couldn't just leave us 'ere!"
"So left us instead? That's it, right?" Scarlet said angrily advancing to the man.
Doyle suddenly cocked his gun and with anger and shot. There was a loud 'BANG' and then silence, blood splattering every witch way. The sound of a body hitting the ground rang throughout the valley and everyone froze. Karen gave a small shutter and fell to her knees. Doyle brought both arms down and slowly whipped blood of his face.
"Oh God..." Elizabeth mumbled.
There, on the ground laid an infected. Not even two feet from the group.
Gorge, amazed at what just happened, quickly scrambled to his feet and ran far from Doyle.
"Come on," the soldier then finally said, "we've got to get going if we wasn't to make it to the base before dark."
The man then turned on his heel and walked back down to the road. Quickly, Scarlet ran/limped up beside him and walked, staring at him with a quizzical expression. He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye and said nothing-he didn't even have too. With just that once glance, she knew how he felt, what he thought and exactly what he meant. There was no need for words. Not words, just hope.
Reaching over, she took his hand in hers and squeezed it. They were going to survive, somehow.
FIN
I wanted to say thank you all so much for reading my garbage and that you so much for putting up with all my mistakes:P I'm thinking of making a new 28 days (not week) later fic with all new characters and am making one with a friend on here, so look out for it:D
Oh! And before I forget, I remember I said that Tami and Andy would show up at the end. Well they do, just not in the story, but I'll tell you. Ok, well when Scarlet, Doyle and their little band show up at the camp, Tami and Andy are already there! Horah! and they hug and bla, bla, bla. See, much better no?
Well, once again, if i hadn't swore not to go over boared with this and make it some huge fic I would have gone more into detail, but I wanted it to be an alternate ending to the movie! not a sequel! XP so yeah, sorry!!
Thank you all so much again for reading and please read some of my other fics! XOXO 2 yallz!