orangetoughguy | log post II

Oh man.

[That cop doesn't even have a face anymore. That's what he wanted to do rather than get caught up in the bullshit going on around him. If that is what it'll take to kep shit from getting worse for the whole damn kid... Hold that thought. They're nowhere near there right now. In fact look at this. They hit the jackpot.

Tear? Is that blood. Paws are on the kid right through the rip.]

Hey. Lemme see.

[God, if you're listening to a crook right now, don't you fucking hurt this man.]

What? I'm okay, Larry.

[Freddy insists yet his brow is knitting because he's afraid he might not be and then they'll have to go through all that backseat bullshit again. What they forged there as two men is something special, but to have to bleed to death or plod along knowing any second now he might be doomed? It scares the shit out of him, it scares him for Larry's sake too. But lookie here, a tear in his blaze, right into his breast pocket, right up against an Iron Man Tranformer. Tony's in fighter jet form and with the mangling he took from being bitten it doesn't look like he'll be returning to mecha form anytime soon.]

Jesus...

[Unfuckingbelievable. You better thank whatever higher power you do think exists, Lawrence Dimick.]

[The crumbling figure is a sight. No where near as bad looking as what flesh could have looked like becoming infected and festering like the movies. Larry sighs out in relief and he has to hold a hand over his mouth to get a fucking grip. The kid's alright. Breath. Step back. Take a quick look around this lock up and thank...everything. Keep it to-fucking-gether.]

I'll get you another guy.

[Marvel Transformer.]

It's okay.

[The kid nods like the toy broke because someone stepped on it not because some fucking corpse tried to gnaw into his chest. That heart's already taken, bitch, and the man who has dibs on it is right here.]

Come on, let's gear up. [Freddy puts the mangled toy on the counter right next to a plaque proclaiming the spirit to serve and protect.] Then we'll grab a cruiser if any of those are still running.

[Man Dimick, did you ever think the cops would be good for anything, like a zombie apocalypse?]

[Stealing from the police. It brings his spirits up immediately. There are so many emotions and moments whizzing by. They can talk about it later.]

Too bad we don't got a camera.

[Helmets, they gotta have those. And a vest is a must at this point.]

Never thought I'd wear this kind of shit in a million years.

[Or be with a cop, be with a man, care about a man more than Bobby more than that fuck in prison more than his father...]

[A camera? Oh wait. Freddy pulls his miraculously intact network device out.] I do.

[They can probably use it to locate others, like Pink. Like Pink and his fucking toucan. But anyway he hands the device to Larry while breaking into the cache. If only they could say Christmas came twice this year after Mindy's going away present. Bullet proof vests are a must because they're proven to be bite proof too. Just look at the way this motherfucker son of a bitch Newendyke preps up a rifle.]

Me neither, I always wanted to be in SWAT.

[It's still a dream. The unexpected turn is what he found with Lawrence Dimick, the old bastard. He fucking loves him. This shit is gonna save their lives to let them keep on loving.]

Smile.

[Click! Click! Click! One of those has a portion of Larry's thumb in it. Oh fucking well. It's evidence for them and them alone. Maybe they might get a laugh out of it. Though it's got nothing on all of those arms under lock and kitty key. Man, if only they knew. Though fuck, knowing would mean they would have passed up this adventure entirely.]

Oh yeah? I think you could do it.

[If the whole police deal is in his future. They have a future. All of these assets are insurance of that. Freddy Newendyke is a good looking son of a bitch as it is, armed to the teeth and suited up is taking it up a notch.]

Looks good on you.

[Wat. Stop that. Don't take pictures geeze. Okay he's not gonna stop Larry from doing it and his expression is just the briefest respite of good humor in a horrible situation. Leave it to this old fuck to make Freddy smile.]

Thanks. Ready, tough guy?

[Plunk. Helmet on the old man's head.]

Ready.

[He pockets the device. For effect he grabs the biggest gun he can cock.]

You look kinda funny.

[Sorry old man he just has to say it but he means it in the best way possible. To punctuate his feelings on the matter the kid goes in for a kiss, but it's stopped by the knocking of the helmets. Oops. Now Freddy looks like a dork.]

Funny?

[The helmet makes his head feel heavy as it tilts to one side. Clunk of a shield to shield.]

Hey. Watch it.

[Here, he pulls off his helmet.]

Wanna try that again or do I still look too funny, huh?

[If he says yes the vest is gonna stay on.]

Yeah.

[To all three of his questions. The kid pulls his helmet off to lean forward. He grabs the other man by his vest and kisses firm and deep. It's not quite the smooth operator kiss against the skyline Larry gave him earlier but maybe that's part of Freddy's own brand of charm. Right here in a messed up police station surrounded by who knows what out there.]

Why I ough--mmm [mmmmmm. A kiss like this in the damn precinct in the presence of fallen comrades? Ballsy. Fucking ballsy. Larry welcomes the kid into his mouth.

When they can rest safe and sound, he's going to fuck Freddy so damn hard because he can. After all they've been through and done in less than twenty four hours alone.]

Mmm...mmff.....

[That's the sound of a pleased Newendyke, eagerly and hungrily kissing another man. Not just any man but the man he would fucking lay down his life for and vice versa. He knows he'd a cop, he knows he's a crook, but they've traveled far beyond that. Everything now? Fuck he only wishes he'd cried harder earlier this morning to really show just how much Larry means to him. Looking like a haphazard fuck in riot gear comes close enough. It'll do. Finally Freddy has to breathe.]

Whew... [He licks his lips.] Okay. Follow me, the lot's over here.

[There has to be at least one car left. White "Two Guns" Dimick proved the windshield isn't bulletproof but that was then and this is now and there are other advantages to a cruiser. For example, if they get one of the nicer ones, they've got a battering ram for a bumper.]

[Larry wishes he would have fucked Freddy up against that window looking at their cities side by side. Oh well.]

Yessir.

[Helmet on again, he licks his lips. Gun in one hand, shield in the other he is back up as the kid leads the way.]

How about that one?

[The van looking paddy wagon. Sure it isn't as distinct as the cars but size alone could be used.]

[If they use their imaginations it could be the same. If they get a fancy ass new sort of window system that transposes the LA skyline over their window they could definitely manage. Isn't that shit pretty modern and current for a place like the City? The point is it's doable and after this blowover the kid is more than willing to entertain getting fucked like that, fucked real nice and hard.]

What the hell? Central's still got one of these?

[Fucking weird, but a car is a car. Freddy knows exactly where they keep the keys and lucky for them this one's running on a full tank. Poor old van neglected by LA's finest. But it's the harder more aggressive vehicles left burning on the streets. They better get in fast, they're back out in the open.]

Here. [He offers the key to Lawrence Dimick, professional armed robber extraordinaire. Looking at him like this about to take a police vehicle the kid has the fleeting thought of throwing all their gear down to fuck in the back. Stop it Newendyke.]

[This is one of the many reasons why they get along so damn well.]

Why is it weird? Chances are everybody came on down here whatever way they could when shit went down.

[Let's see some dead motherfucker try and play chicken with this? Or better yet try to take a bite outta them now? Ha. Keys in hand he looks over at the kid. Fuck are they on the same wavelength?]

Get in the damn car.

[Before something happens.]

Yeah, I guess. Full tank of gas too. [The kid gives the fuel gauge a poke after climbing in, getting in the damn car, pushing those thoughts of one (not so) last end of the world wild fuck aside.] Let's look for other people.

[A typical suggestion from a typical wannabe superhero but Freddy has reason to worry too, what if others from their old place are down in LA? He takes the network device out again.]

Not too far. The goal is to get the fuck out of here.

[Old bear in the driver's seat now. It's pretty much driving a car. A big, long lumbering piece of shit.]

Where do you wanna start?

[Before they roll out. So far it's been pretty vacant around here. Keys are in the ignition now but not on.]

I wanna find that piece of shit Pink.

[And his toucan, but moving out west seems like the best idea. Freddy doesn't want to go back to the City without Sam however getting stuck in this hellhole isn't something he wants for anyone, especially Larry.]

Let's go west.

I think we got enough gas to try.

[If the zombies haven't got to him first.]

Chances are he was trying to make his way over there.

[The engine comes on nice and clean. If one thing is for sure the boys in blue take care of their shit. Easy now they roll out of the lot.]

I say we keep the windows up unless we need to fire.

[Don't want to take any chances.]

These things have a normal radio or just the CB?

Sounds like a plan to me. The A/C works.

[Freddy notes then looks at Larry, brow and corner of his mouth quirking.] You think we don't listen to regular radio?

[He's reaching for the--what? There's a bizarre system going on there under the dash, probably some rookie's attempt at hooking up his ipod to the squad van. Right.] Don't know who'd be broadcasting right now anyway. [Freddy's not sure what to make of it. Right next to the ipod is the CB but what's more important than that is the RDS hook up.] Van's got the new Code 31 shit.

[The kid grabs the mouth piece. In Freddy's world this is supercool.] You can break through FM with this.

Crank it.

[The tunes and the A/C. Paradise wherever they fucking go.]

Fuck. I dunno. Someone's gotta keep their ears open.

[Always vigilant and in someone else's business. That's what cops do. Maybe not the one next to him but the standard pig.]

Find us some driving music.

[No other moving vehicles in sight in this neck of town so they can roll on through the lights. Pedestrians lumbering through regardless of the color obviously are worth hitting.]

You got it.

[Freddy figures out the click wheel pretty easily and before you know it they've got Roy Orbinson crooning from the dash. A/C's on and the CB's deathly quiet, but they're well armed and well prepared. Who knew the two of them could work wonders as a team in a zombie apocalypse.]

When we get back I'm gonna crack open a can of ravioli and just eat that shit while you blow me.

[There. He said it. In the most unattractive way possible.]

[Wait? That's supposed to be unattractive? Roy is talking about some pretty woman. He's on his own there. Larry is hung up on the handsome asshole who feels like he can get away with saying bullshit like that.]

You think I'm gonna let it go down like that?

[Rolling by they clip a woman who has finished gnawing on her baby. She reels and then hits the lamp post so hard that her jaw comes off.]

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