orangetoughguy | log post II

[Keep it cool, Newendyke. If there's anytime to be a cop, now's the time. Your life and his life depend on it. Don't let Larry down.]

I'm sure. I don't think the city's changed that much. Come on.

[Down a side alley to avoid those undead badges, both to stay out of trouble and so Freddy doesn't have to see their faces. He's also revealing a trade secret of sorts to Larry; how to get into the Central Bureau Station undetected.]

[Firing now would start a frenzy. That's a given. A motherfucking given.]

Where are we going?

[Wasn't the entrance over-? Oh ho. Tricks of the trade.]

Inside?

[What about the inside? Goddamn, old man. What are you? You're no mouse. You've got a gun. The kid is taking a leap. Take one too. They got arms. Up the alley is a mean looking old homeless woman. It's hard to tell whether or not she's undead.]

Twelve o'clock and moving slow.

Inside.

[Freddy confirms. He's a mindreader, this old man. Whoops, those supercool feet come to a supercool stop (make that acrobatic by accident). The old woman's pushing a shopping cart full of cans and other essentials that would be a goldmine for a survivor...or a homeless sort. Real real hard to tell. Freddy looks at Larry, back to the woman, back and Larry. Okay.]

I see'er.

[The kid's going first. He approaches with his gun drawn but down at his side, if she's human and they spook her they're sure to cause a commotion. Wait wait, Orange has an idea. He tucks one of his hands deeper into his sleeve. Time to act like a crook. He's going in for the surprise from behind, covered hand ready to jam her mouth if she screams...or bites.]

[In the mean time the old man has to keep an eye on the other end of the alley. Back to Freddy.]

Careful.

[Like he didn't know. But come on. Larry's gun is hidden in his coat. He will blow her away if there is any chance at all that this bitch will bite him. So what if it attracts attention they'd make time to get out. Zombification of either of them will not happen. Right behind on the approach.

She smells horrible. Not quite death. Just horrible.]

[Okay this is it Newendyke. You gotta do it, there's no other way. So 1...2...3...! The kid jumps at her from behind with his fist aimed to stuff her mouth. There's some muffled moaning and groaning from her but she goes down pretty easy. Freddy thinks he just took down a civilian. If he knocks her out they can put her in the cart and roll her to a holding cell at the station for safety. Yep, thinking like a cop.]

It's cool.

[The kid whispers to the old man. Hell he can't even feel her biting down on his hand. Oh fuck what if he just gave her a heart attack?!] Let's take her in--

["Hssssssssssssrrrrshhhhhhh!"

The bitch, freshly made undead, goes straight for Orange's chest.]

[They could shoot her. It would be better for her after all. She's probably sick and who the fuck is gonna help her out here? They could take her with them but a liability. Besides, they don't know her. She could be crazy.

Worse than that! She's a zombie sand nigger and she wants to take a chunk out of the kid. Not on Mr. White's watch. Especially when he gets a rapid fire memory of the lady reaching into the glove compartment of her car.

The old man doesn't even think. He just acts. BANG! Her head is coming to pieces all over the brickwork. Brains and blood don't smell any better than before. Flecks of red now stain his shirt.

So much for not making noise.]

Fuck!--?!!

[The blast of brains takes Freddy completely by surprise. It gets on his face and he's careful to shut his mouth and eyes while trying to scramble away from the dead bitch. Holy shit her limbs are still moving but they don't know where to go. Goddamn. The kid wipes his face with his now unimmaculate shirt. They'll have to check if he's been bit later.]

Thanks. [No need to thank him he knows but he does it anyway.] We gotta go, come on.

[Is it a sign of reliving the past or building upon it? This time Orange puts his gun against White's shoulder to usher him towards the station in record time.]

[Is any of that blood his? He can't see with the rest of the damn mess.]

You okay?

[The building is dark. His gun is still ready. There a light switch in this place? The kid needs to be checked.]

Did she get you?

[To be in here, to not be cuffed it makes him even more anxious.]

I don't...I don't think so.

[Freddy shakes his head while searching for the switch. They're in a side entrance that wasn't barred which doesn't bode well for the rest inside. A couple lights are flickering, hanging from the ceiling, shit the station looks the same as it did in 92. Freddy can see a corpse or two, some civil servants, some not. Most of them appear eaten out so at least they don't have to worry about them coming back. Right? He tries not to look at their faces, their name plates, he tries not to look at the pictures not only because he doesn't want to know the future but also because Freddy Newendyke, Officer Newendyke, doesn't want to stumble upon someone he knows. Damn, will you look at that? In one corner it looks like a cop and a perp died together, differences set aside from humanity's last stand, but they didn't make it. Freddy would feel a little more sentimental if he wasn't already on edge.]

Down this way.

[Thank Christ for general access codes. Someone ought to tell the precinct captain that shit should be recycled every ten years instead of twenty. Yeah.]

Are you sure?

[Is he even checking at all? Fixating on Freddy and his personal health makes it easier to stomach that he's standing in the fucking heart of the LAPD. The stench of death is around them.]

What are we doing here?

[If the kid isn't gonna answer the first question.]

Getting more equipment.

[And going past the evidence room though they can look there after they grab a couple rifles. Down down down this part of the station seems untouched thanks to the code. Aw hell there's a boy in blue huddled on the floor but upon closer inspection the kid looks like he offed himself.]

Shit this is fucked up...

[But voila, the cage. Some of the rows are empty however there's still enough artillery left to outfit two guys on the run. Assault rifles, clips, magazines, tear gas. The works. Now might be a good time to check Freddy for wounds, there's an obvious rip in his blazer at the breast.]

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.]

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