Well this is a new series. I'm working on the others and hope to post them soon. Hope you like it.
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CHAPTER 01: Serious Matters
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"Zara, you're needed in Gate 03 ASAP!" Saint said typing away on the computer. Zarlene who was trying to be calm for the last seven minutes nearly blew out, losing whatever calm she did managed to gather.
"WHAT?"
Saint paused on his light speed typing and sighed. He rolled out of the Surveillance booth facing her.
"Well, they are trying to rip away on the gate and if you don't hurry, they might actually succeed." He sad clasping his hands on his lap.
Zara just blinked for few moments.
"Where's Andrew?" She asked in a small voice. She really hated to fight those ugly slimy creatures. They even stink!
Saint moved back in the booth.
"He is quite busy at Gate 01." He said pulling the headgear on, his tone blank of any emotion.
"This is ridiculous. They are not smart enough, are they?" Zarlene said standing up and going over to the cubicle to change into her battle gear. A thick translucent glass chamber that occupied the left wing of the room they call TECH HUB.
Saint tried his best not to look at the silhouette of her trimmed figure but mostly failed. He knew that this was an impossible dream of his, but he could hope that one day his best friend will be more then that. That one day she would notice how much he wanted her. But that day wasn't present in his dimension and he tried to accept the fact.
Then he remembered about her question.
"Y-Yeah. But they are evolving."
Saint snapped his head back just as Zara came out wearing army style black full sleeved t-shirt, padded and armored in places most prone to bites and scratches. That means, it covered each and every part of her. The suit was a fashion disaster, making her look like a over-sized mutated potato. Another thing to add to her misery.
"You look marvelous. You should try it when Andrew is around. He would surely fall for you." Saint snickered at the contorted expression on her face.
Zara showed her best friend the 'holy' finger before setting her headgear, synchronizing it with Saint's piece.
"Hello, asshole? Hear me you son..."
"FUCK OFF!" Saint screamed making her cringe.
Zara laughed at his outburst before taking her full-auto out of the safe and disappearing through the door.
Saint remained still.
"No, Andrew is the asshole. Ignoring you, Zara." He whispered, covering his mouth piece. He closed his eyes, collecting his emotions, then jumping back to his work. To save her from unwanted and mostly disgusting surprises.
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Zara raced down the array of corridors towards her destination. Her mind still in the Tech Hub. Her heart racing. Andrew. She had a crush on the boy, okay the man, five years older then her eighteen, from god knows how many years. He was everything a girl might want in her man. Brave, strong, handsome among other things. She wanted to be with him. But the problem was, he doesn't even notice her that way. She have been trying to get his attention for years but he acted like she wasn't good enough for him.
Now, she knew that she is more then good. She knew how attractive she was, with her voluptuous features. She have many times noticed boys at the Colony gawking at her double-D's, or at her finely curved backside. Her mother disapproved of her figure stating that having big things means more meat for the zombies. It was quite stupid of her of all the people. Where else does she thinks her daughter inherited her finesse at this department.
She was brought out of her introspection with the hiss of the shielding gate opening.
"SDVO. Opening gate three in one minute and counting." Came Saints clear voice making her shudder. She couldn't decide whether to kiss him or kick him for it. The new voice refining system he set up in the visors were so much distortion free that it felt like he whispered down on her ears.
Now for you people, SDVO stands for 'Safety Down, Visor On', a standard procedure for the Terminators. And that's what she did. A cool blue tinge took over her vision, showing various readings in white before clearing and showing a countdown timer.
Thirty-six, Thirty-five, Thirty-four...
"Good luck." This time he did whispered causing a similar reaction. She blamed it on the machine, again.
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Saint snickered as the reading of her heartbeat suddenly piked. The tech wiz was happy knowing his voice have a reaction on her. He knew very well that he will hear about it forever but it was worth it.
He focused just as the timer showed ten seconds. Another window spouted next to its brethren, showing the view just outside the triple layered entrance. Gate no. 03 Printed in red with the 'te' now sacrificed to the nicking and scratching.
"Three on the left, five on the right and two just ahead of you." He informed her just as the first lock hissed open.
"YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!" Zara cursed as she blew two heads in precise two bursts, "You telling me now?"
"Well, it was the right time to trigger your instinct." He countered.
Technically he was right. Within five seconds, she had already burst open five heads. The dead dead lay still minus their head.
"I'm coming for ya!" She screamed at her not so best friend, giving the sixth zombie a good sweet chin music. Its neck snapped and the body slummed down on the cracked asphalt. Zara felt adrenalin rush through her veins as she parried a pair of back nailed hands. Her hand flew to the machete clipped to her hips and with a graceful curve the unfortunate zombie was unhanded. It tried to scream but what came out of its torn and rotten vocal chords was similar to a screech. But before its brains could contemplate its next move, it wasn't left with one.
Inside the Tech Hub, Saint was having his own issues. One of the hands have knocked down the surveillance camera. So he was without any visual. He berated himself not adding an inbuilt camera on Zara's headgear.
"Zara, the cam is down!"
Well, you don't need to panic. The done with the zombies and my visor isn't showing any movement within a mile radius. So, we're done here." She said dispatching the last one.
"Thank god. Are you okay. They didn't bite you or something did they?"
Zara rolled her eyes pulling off her visor, an illegal move that could result in a good rebuke from the Prime Commander about family honor blah, blah, blah. But her friend can take care of the minor details.
She turned the mike off pulling it down to her neck. Her sleek raven hair wasn't so shiny anymore, covered in stinky red goo. She walked a few steps away from the gore, catching some of the morning sun.
She heard the constant beeping coming from her ear piece. But she ignored it. It was probably Saint trying to shove a piece of wisdom into her stubborn head. After few more beeps. It went silent. She knew it was wrong to hung on your best friend like this but sunlight was a very rare commodity. She lost herself thinking about what humanity have lost. What it have done to itself provoking this biohazard.
What she failed to notice in her restful trance was the danger rising behind her, crawling its slimy talons towards her.
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To someone who don't know Saint well enough, it might seem that he is having a panic attack, which ofcourse was not the case. It was just his hyperactive mind. After he noticed the strange disturbance rising around Gate no. 03, he tried to warn Zara. But Zara being, well Zara, ignored it. Andrew was too far away to reach her in time. So he was left with the only option, which wasn't very much an option anyway.
He raced down the same corridors that Zara trailed few minutes ago. Without bothering for any armor rest his usual work clothes he felt terrified.
"This is stupid! What am I supposed to do there?" He muttered, gripping the auto-shotgun firmly. "I haven't taken a single shot in last four years. God, what if I got myself killed or worse?! Infected!"
But he didn't stop. He can't stop. Zara was in danger and he would rather die then let her get into harm. It might sound as an exaggeration on his part as he was the one who send her out there, but it was important. She is one of the best fighters the have to offer, even if she despises her job so much. She is ignorant, so he had to take the rein to keep her edges sharp.
About thirty meters away, Zara was in a compromising situation. Before her stood a twelve feet zombie Assembly. It was disgusting to even look at less fight. It was bulky, which was a surprise as it was a ten in one package. Four heads formed its what appeared to be the upper torso. Two on the shoulders and two on the knees. Besides its fat arms and legs, five to six hands spiraled around her body clawing at nothing but air. Its middle portion constituted of two crossed arms and nestled between them was its maw. Hundreds of sharp teeth's circled inside. It wasn't the best place for a vacation unless you're trying for a permanent one.
But it wasn't the most hilarious part of it. That would go to the place between its legs, where a huge cock hung twitching occasionally. It almost made her gag.
