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She lost her brother.
She learnt
to fight a legion of the dead.
She spent
two years alone, scavenging to survive.
Then to make things
difficult,
she fell in love with a straight girl.
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Regan Grier, assumed dead, faces a city of
walking corpses in which she struggles to
find her brother. Her hopeless efforts meet
some unsolicited help after two years.
Enter Captain Alisia Terone. Intent on rescuing Regan
from the city, stumbles on an unforeseen
hazard: Regan's love.
Regan's problems intertwine with Alisia's as
they hunt the source of the technologically
driven zombies, and cope with Regan's love
for the inconveniently straight Captain.
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The airlimb touched down momentarily.
Alisia and Regan hopped off, walking through the SWAT lines
to the entrance. By now the airlimb was already up again.
After a quick check in with the SWAT commander, Alisia
caught up to Regan who was standing in the doorway and
looking in.
A grouping of zombies had already turned their attention
towards them. They looked nearly human except for the
seemingly random wounds, the staggered movements, and
deathly stare.
These were even fresher than the one they encountered in the
warehouse mission. Fresh baked today. Alisia's stomach
turned a bit. She knew they'd be fighting a lot of these,
but the idea of shooting things that looked so human,
all suddenly hit her. She had to force herself through the
logic. "They're already dead. Shooting them is just
disarming a threat to the living." Still... they looked so
human. And their families didn't even know yet.
Regan looked into the mob and saw Autar. Memories of
screaming pounded into the back of her head. Blood, blood,
blood. On the walls, in the streets, on her. And her
brother. She lingered in that memory for a while, lost.
The sound of Alisia's P90 snapped Regan back to the real
world. In front of her the fresh zombies were beginning to
collapse, blood erupting from their newest wounds. Regan
collapsed to her knees, eyes transfixed on the newest
horror.
"Regan!" Parker's voice came over the comm. He'd seen
her collapse from the airlimb. Alisia looked to Regan in a
minor panic. Seeing no wound, Alisia quickly tried to
immobilize the few zombies still approaching.
"Regan?!" Alisia, keeping one eye to the mall's interior, got
down beside Regan and grabbed her by the shoulders. "Regan,
are you hurt?!"
Regan silently leaned into Alisia and held her.
"She's OK." Alisia called back to Parker. "Gimmie a sec."
Alisia felt Regan's breathing. It was slow and deep, but it
trembled. "Regan. Do you want to go back? I can finish
this."
"Don't be stupid." Regan said, "There's gotta be a couple
hundred running around in here."
"Then we can delay. The situation's contained, no one new's
gonna be hurt. Maybe I can get Parker to take a mission,
maybe we could..."
"No." Regan's voice became firm and confident. She would not
allow herself to be weak like this… not when it was
important. She could not fail Alisia.
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Alisia was having such a nice
dream. Of what did she dream? Nothing. No zombies, no
nanites, no Regan and Kris making nasty faces at each other
in the hall. Nothing. Then, a sound. Wait, was that part of
the dream?
She felt a weight press down on the mattress near by. No, the
dream was over. A weight came down gently on her hips and as
she opened her eyes she saw Regan's hand about to brush her
cheek. Regan was straddling her, gazing into her eyes.
"Hey, Alisia, you asleep?"
"No, I always snore while I inspect my eyelids. Get out!"
Alisia's voice came cranky, but soft.
"We need to talk." Regan sounded upset and serious.
"Ugh. Do I have a choice?"
"No."
"In that case, what's on your mind?"
"Get rid of Kris, please?" Regan's voice teetered like that
of a little girl who'd been crying.
"Is it really that bad?" Alisia slowly had to face the idea
that she was now wide awake.
"....please" Regan pleaded, barely audible.
"You can defend yourself from her just fine."
"It's not me I'm worried about- it's you. She'll steal you
from me." Regan's eyes focused down where she was tracing
little circles on Alisia's night shirt her finger.
"You don't have me, I'm not a lesbian!"
"Yeah...." Regan said concerned, "We need to discuss that,
too."
Alisia rolled her eyes. "By the way, I'm much relieved to
have woken up with your hand on my face this time."
She looked down at Regan's finger wiggling on her abdomen,
and moved it aside. "Hey, do you wear those nylons to bed or
something?"
"Just when I plan to come visit you in the middle of the
night."
"So.. always then."
"Yeah. So.. can you get rid of Kris?"
".... She's doing a good job so far. I have no concrete
reason to get rid of her."
Regan considered telling Alisia about Kris and Parker's
little encounter. No, it might damage Parker's standing with
Alisia, and that wasn't fair. "Fine. I'll.... just promise
me.. if you have a change of heart about girls in general...
you'll come to me, not her...?"
Alisia rolled her eyes again. "Yeah, whatever. Fine."
"No. Not whatever. I'm serious. If..." Regan's eyes were
wide, and welling. She grabbed Alisia's hand.
"Fine." Alisia said, grabbing Regan's hand with both hands,
patronizing her in an exaggerated manner. "I will. IF."
Regan seemed very relieved.
"Now can I get to sleep?" Alisia asked bluntly.
"Okay!" Regan flumped down on top of Alisia and began to get
cozy.
"Get out!"
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A bloody forearm which had begun to stink whipped
around Regan's neck from behind. In reactionary panic, she
yelped and tried to push the arm away. It was inhumanly
strong. She felt it tighten enough to start strangling her.
She heard at least one other shuffling up from behind.
Regan fought off the panic and trembling enough to bring up
the P90. Maybe she could fire a burst into its shoulder to
weaken its grip. Firing in such a sloppy manner would be
risky to her too, but she only had a split second to think
about the risks.
Or less. The zombie holding her bit at the back of her head.
Panic crystallized into rage. She bent forward and pulled
the zombie over her, onto the ground in front of her.
She hopped away, aware of the threats still behind her, and
turned to face them. There were a total of three of them.
She took a moment to quickly check her wound. The bite
mostly got hair, but she was bleeding and it stung
appropriately. Now that she was facing her opponents and had
some space, it was little effort to send them down with her
powerful little rifle. The one that bit her was getting up.
She fired a burst into his head to put him down for good.
The other two continued forward until they met the same end.
She stopped and stared at the one who had bit her, while she
touched her wound again. Ow. Lovely. Does this mean she's
infected? She dropped to her knees. Fucking lovely. It ends
just like that. And for all she knew, Harold had gotten out
anyway. That's fine, that's fine, we can just leave Regan to
die in the ghost town. Nobody would give a damn except maybe
Harold anyway.
She slumped down, posture and optimism melting until she was
flat on her back, staring at the azure sky; ready to become
one of them. What was the difference now?
The midday silence surrounded her. It pressed down on her and
her three zombie buddies. The silence may as well have been
six feet of dirt.
A sound interrupted
Regan's self-eulogy. Distant. Gunfire?
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