Disclaimer: I do not own House of the Dead EX.
AN: Here's something I was commissioned to do by Yngtr123.
Lit lowly by the dim shimmer of a reflective disco-ball, the walls of the club's disco seemed to shake as the deep rumble of rock music screamed out from a concealed sound system. The chaotic tangle of tunes conjuring up a maelstrom of sound that caused many of the chamber's undead occupants to dance with reawakened life. They crowded within the small room like a colony of ants and the dancing bodies formed a tightly packed coil in its middle.
Lost within the depths of the writhing, dancing bodies, Zobio and Zobiko kept themselves to themselves; unwilling to risk drawing the attention of their peers as they danced. It had taken them many weeks to escape the scrutiny of the locals and now that they were finally free to move around unnoticed, they didn't want to risk ruining their new found freedom by doing something reckless.
Encircled by Zobio's strong arms, Zobiko felt like she was floating on air and her body seemed to be moving of its own accord as she enjoyed the sensation of being so close to one she loved. There was no mob to hurt her, no Dr. Curien to experiment upon her; there was only her and Zobio. It was something she had dreamed of for so long and at last she finally had a taste of it. Resting her head on his shoulder, she took in a long breath and inhaled his scent; letting it flood her senses and send her into a dreamy trance.
"Looks like we have company..." Zobio's voice cut through her trance like a steak knife and looking up in confusion, she suddenly realised that the music had stopped and no other of the clubs occupants were still dancing.
"Zobio, what's happening?" She asked, but Zobio wasn't listening. Instead, a stern look had come over his face as he seemed to be looking past her. Not accustomed to her love ignoring her, Zobiko followed his eyes to the clubs main entrance, where she saw to her horror that a large number of gang-land Mafia were standing. Armed with knives, clubs and chains, the group numbered about twenty and it was clear they weren't here because the music was too loud.
"Oh no..." Whispered Zobiko, her deep cerulean eyes widening as panic flared inside her breast at the unwelcome sight. "What are we going to do?"
Zobio didn't answer. One of the gang, a large man dressed in a leather blazer with matching trousers, had stepped forward. He looked like he could have been the gangs leader but judging by his larger build, Zobio guessed he was just an enforcer.
"All right, People!" The enforcer yelled, his deep voice sounding more like a growl than the words of a man as he walked towards the crowd. "We are looking for two among your number. Tell us where they are and none of shall be hurt."
"They are looking for us." Zobiko whispered whilst taking his hand in hers and tightly clinging to his side. "Zobio, what are we to do?" Time and again, they'd discussed what she was to do if they were found, but never had they considered being caught in the club; it was making her a little nervous.
Watching for a moment as the enforcer and his mob goons began rousting the club's inhabitants, Zobio waited a moment before speaking, a calculating look playing across his features as his eyes poured over the scene. There were too many off them for him to fight a way out, that much was clear, but if they did not move then it would just a matter of time until they were caught. They had only one choice and subtly looking from side to side, a small smile graced his thin lips when he spotted a fire exit, very close by.
"Over there." He whispered, pointing to the emergency exit. "Move slowly and don't look back. Go now and I'll meet you outside."
Zobiko didn't hesitate. Keeping her head held high, she cautiously walked through and around the undead throng, taking care as she did not to touch or graze anyone more than she needed to in-order to remain invisible within the crowd. Blessedly, her movement attracted little notice from the mob cronies and she couldn't help breathing a sigh of relief when she felt the cold steel of the fire-exit beneath her fingertips. Pressing her palm gently against the leaver so it wouldn't make a sound, she slipped silently through the gap and into the cold night air before closing it again.
The fire exit was an old steel stairwell, very similar to the ones one would see in old American action movies, but having grown dilapidated and rusty; Zobiko doubted very much whether it could ever be considered anything close to safe. Fortunately, she had managed to avoid putting her theory to the test as instead of connecting to the metal walkway, the clubs exit had emerged out into the ally at its base.
She didn't have time to get her bearings however, as no sooner had the door slid shut behind her than it was suddenly wrenched open. Jumping round in fear, she thought that one of the goons may have followed her out but instead she saw that it was only Zobio. Relieved to see that her love had escaped unnoticed too, Zobiko wanted to throw her arms around him in a hug but one look from him halted her embrace. There would be time for embracing later; first they needed to escape the mobsters.
A quick glance confirmed the ally to be empty but that would not be for long and instead they sought a fresh means of escape. The main road would be out of the question as the mob would of surly placed a guard or two at the clubs entrance, just in-case someone should try and leave the building whilst thinking they would not be missed. The alleyway too was a lost cause as it ended wall which looked too high for either him or Zobiko to climb. They'd have to chance going up the fire escape.
