Chapter 11
(Warning: This chapter contains scenes of brutal violence and course langauge)
Sam dodged himself around a stretcher, avoiding two vicious infected victims. One looked as though she might have been a visiting mother in a paisley summer dress, the geldbörse still clinging to her boney shoulder. The Sekunde victim was surgeon in blue Scrubs covered in blood and mucus from the open wound in his chest, though the mask in front of his face could hardly prevent the snapping of his jaws. Their bloodthirsty shrieks beckoned Sam, eyes a deathly glazed white.
Before the surgeon had time to jump on oben, nach oben of the stretcher and launch himself at the young hunter’s throat, the back of his skull erupted all over the thin sheets as the bullet exited out of the zombie’s brain. The visiting mother saw opportunity to crouch below and spring up behind her prey, but Sam’s quick reflexes countered the attack as he jabbed a messer under the soft layer of her neck, cutting fully into her head spraying blood and residue from the severed arteries. Once both infected victims were taken down, Sam carefully stumbled over the lifeless bodies extending his gun in front of him. First these two and the five other zombies before them, was all in a day’s work for an experienced young hunter.
Hopefully there wouldn’t be too many Mehr as he secured the open hospital rooms, some lights were on while others had short circuited. There floors were stained in human carnage, papers flown off desks chains tossed aside, beds smothered in deep red scattered around the hallway. This job was a lot messier than he figured. The only two things Sam was focused on were his weapon and the two women he’d been searching for. As much as Sam wanted to be optimistic about the odds of their survival, the brutal body count definitely spoke for itself.
Above his head, Sam could hear the distinct panic of footsteps and hungry shrieks. Way too many zombies and limited bullets, sometimes it never paid to be a hero. Mehr infected people were in the hospital and if he and Dean didn’t find the girls soon and get their asses out of dodge, they’d all become the main course.
Sam then spotted an open office ahead, hustling vorwärts-, nach vorn while circling for another attack, he slipped inside. To his surprise his ears picked up a hint of unsettled breathing. Someone else was in the room. But as he neared the sound, all of his insides suddenly felt numb. It was as if something was squeezing his internal organs making it unbearable carry the weight of his duffle, shuffling towards the frightened person. Clutching his chest, Sam could barley groan out the words. “Is anyone…in…here? Kay…Sarah?”
“S-Sam?” cried a broken petrified woman’s voice. The tall young man knew who she was as his eyes began to adjust to the darkness.
“Sarah?” frantically he hurried to the young woman’s body which was paralyzed on the floor in a half-fetal position. “Thank god! Sarah, are Du alright?”
Sam couched down, struggling to support her head in her hands as he brushed the sweating hair from her attractive face. Her blue eyes were engulfed with an intense mixture of fear and grogginess.
“I…I can’t move,” she sagte weakly. “H-He…won’t let me move.”
“What? Who…is it?”
“Well I’m somewhat of an old friend,” sneered a creepy voice in the background. Sam froze, holding Sarah close to his chest protectively as they sprawled on the floor. “Actually an old acquaintance, for lack of a better term. I’m very surprised Du made it this far Sam but I’ve gotta say…you’ve got guts kid.”
“Since… we’re so familiar with each other… why don’t Du just… cut the crap and… Zeigen yourself?” spat the young hunter.
“Now Sam…let’s not be impatient,” laughed the voice. “You wouldn’t want the airborne disease I’ve inflicted into your body to kill Du faster. No we can’t have that…you and you’re brother are the crucial witnesses to this event…everything that you’ve done all comes down to this moment…. I’ve warned Du before that Du were too late, Sam.”
Lifting his eyes to the dim light of the schreibtisch lamp, Sam could make out the contours of the lanky man in the darkness. Curiosity was suddenly shot when the man in the white lab approached him, a face he’d never thought he’d lay eyes on again. The mucus still clung to his moist skin like he’d just been showered in bile. The scent this creature gave off was stale, dead and metallic. There was only one name Sam could think of responsible for the outbreak in the hospital.
“Pestilence.”
A cunning smile was spreading from the doctor’s face, tampering with a pen in his breast pocket. “So Du do remember me. I’m flattered but actually Mehr like anxious because of how slow and painful I plan to kill you, both Du and Dean.”
Sam gritted his teeth, pushing through the blistering pain. “You… Du did all this? Du released this thing… in this hospital and killed everyone? So this is a vengeance scheme for you.”
“Oh please my finger isn’t that sore.” Pestilence snickered; wiggling his severed finger in front of Sam for clearance. “I mean I was a little…moody about the whole angel-stealing-my-ring thing but I’m way over it… Actually this is far bigger than some minor Swine Flu epidemic oder death match between God’s greatest warrior and his spoiled little brother from Hell…This is it Sam.”
Sam confusingly squinted his eyes. “W-What are Du talking about?
“The end of life…. Sam this isn’t just an apocalypse this is…The Apocalypse.” Pestilence taunted as he circled the Sam and Sarah’s weakened forms. “Everything Du and your brother thought you’d prevented…you only shifted so that this moment could proceed. Destroying Lilith, stealing the rings of the Four Horsemen, becoming the vessels to Michael and Lucifer…even your angel’s defiance to heaven helped paved the way for this turn of events.”
“You have no right…to do this to these people, let them go!” Sam snapped beneath the pain. “This virus…is going to kill and turn everyone it infects!”
“Oh it’s going to do Mehr than just that.”
“Why are Du doing all this?”
The thing frail man in the moist skin and lab mantel adjusted his glasses and replied. “Because I am disease and disease infects.”
Sam choked, his lungs were suffocating from the toxic aroma he was forced to breathe. He never pictured dying helpless like this and at the hands to one of the Four Horsemen of The Apocalypse. After separating the ring from this guy, Sam and Dean never considered him to be much of a threat afterwards. But here both of them were trapped in a hospital full of undead cannibals and a psycho genius behind the relentless spread of disease.
“This is…your plan?” coughed Sam huddling closer to the now unconscious Sarah. “Kill us all with some new strain and turn us into mindless corpses?”
Pestilence’s face was cross. “Oh I’m afraid I can’t take full credit for this masterpiece.” He sagte coolly, sitting on the corner of the schreibtisch popping a minted Süßigkeiten in his mouth. “In fact…I couldn’t have done any of this without that pretty little empathic friend of yours… She’s got…quite the unique bloodline that one… so pure and yet so powerful… I’m very curious.”
Sam didn’t even have to Frage the girl mentioned. “Kay? She’s got nothing to do with this!”
“On the contrary, kiddo,” thickly reminded the thin man with the sunken cheeks. “That girl is as much a part of this…as even Du and Dean and…your buddy Castiel. There’s Mehr to that child than Du know. Without that extra detail in the empath’s blood I wouldn’t have been able to mutate the essence of the croatoan virus. Gives it a…stronger kick wouldn’t Du say?”
“What do Du mean… Du mutated the croatoan virus?”
Pestilence annoyingly sighed through his nose, observing a medical sheet from the schreibtisch in his hand. “The funny thing about disease, Sam…is that’s it’s a living thing…it grows and evolves into something Mehr efficient…develops a Mehr lethal killing instinct…All I did was extract the special blood from that girl and resuscitate the virus so that instead of it just infecting the host’s blood…it would kill the host and regenerate its dead cells…making the victim a faster, motorized undead killer. Walla… we’re living in Zombieland kid.”
Kay Forster plunged out of the minor barricade of the closet, stumbling clumsily to the hard floor. The hanger she pulled from the rack was still gripped tightly in her palms. All she could feel was the extended plunder of her frantic heartbeat while the wave of death crept into every cell of her body. She shuddered in pain, while the shrieks and pounding hands on the door shattered the wood into thick splinters. It was too much. She could feel the pull of another attack…the pain was spreading beyond the hospital and she could feel every moment of it.
“Help!” she cried out, face drenched in tears. She had called out earlier and to her surprise got a response from the man who devoted himself to help her. He was here; she could feel his determination to get to her. “Dean, help!”
A mangled hand instantly erupted through the wood, tearing the opening large enough for one of the infected to launch itself in the room. Kay covered her mouth with her hand to block another scream as a zombified patient ripped itself through the hole and lunged on oben, nach oben of her, pinning her to the floor. Splinters of wood punctured the dead flesh of the infected victim, snapping his hungry jaws as Kay’s throat.
She fought with her injured arms, desperate to push him off her and trying to reach for the hanger that had flung out of her hand. The patient was hideous with half of his face muscle torn, one eye gouged from his socket, drooling thick globs of blood onto the empath girl’s scrub shirt. If Kay could shift her weight enough to shove the creature off, it would make it easier to marmelade the hanger into its other eye piercing the brain like Dean had instructed. Just as it opened its hungry wide mouth for the screaming girl’s shoulder, the infected patient was immediately pulled off Von an unknown force and thrown against the wall.
The stunned Kay hurled herself away from the creature, lifting her eyes to the face of man she’d been anxious to see since the nightmare started. At lease she wouldn’t have to force herself to wake up because he was right there, fighting the monster that attacked her. Dean skillfully side kicked the zombie hard in the chest as it sprung at him, before pumping his shot gun and blowing a great exit wound through its eyes, causing the Wand to be splattered with juicy brain residue. Two Mehr zombies struggled through the hole but the young hunter didn’t hesitate to shoot them down before they had a chance to fully break through the door.
Pausing breathless, he glanced back into Kay’s distraught brown eyes, her quivering hands masking the front of her mouth as she sobbed. Immediately he rushed to her extending his arms so she could fall them. Dean was thankful he’d gotten to her in time as she was that he was alive….holding her and refusing to let her go.
“Are Du okay?” he asked unhesitant, cupping her wet cheeks in his hands, which was inches from his face and gently brushing her jet-black hair out of her eyes. Kay just threw herself back into his arms, embracing him tighter breathing in the safety of his leather jacket.
“I was so scared.” she said, voice muffled and breaking up against his strong chest. “They were…everywhere… I thought I was going to die…I waited for you.”
“It’s okay you’re safe, sicher with me now.” He assured Kay, helping her stand. “I told Du I was coming back, didn’t I?”
He gave her a sympathetic look, which caused her to chuckle lightly. “Took you…long enough.”
“That’s me,” he smiled, “I’m a spontaneous kinda guy. That and being a handsome devil.” They both laughed until Dean quickly got serious again, glaring at the blood seeping through the bandage of her arm. “Did they..?”
Kay disengaged herself, holding her sore arm. “No…I guess I pulled a stitch when I fell off the bett back in my room…” she inhaled. “I think I was having…a minor attack…when all this started happening.”
Dean swore under his breath, urgently running his fingers through his short spiked hair. “I should have been here.” He shook his head, disappointed with his frequent choices. “I shouldn’t of left the hospital…I’m so sorry Kay.”
She gently caressed his cheek, pursing her lips into a mild smile. His green eyes were somber and full of despair…that feeling made her queasy.
“Dean, it’s okay,” she told him, as he wiped her tears away with the bases of his thumbs. “But every time Du get like this… it makes me dizzy.”
Dean parted arms up submissively. “Oh sorry!” he then placed his hands on his hip. “Do Du think Du could warn me the Weiter time your empath mojo decides to switch back on?”
“Somehow…I don’t think that’ll be a problem.”
Dean’s eyes were crucial as he took Kay’s hand into his stirring her out of the room, cocking his gun with the other hand. “Common we gotta find Sam and get the hell out of this place before the legions of the undead decides to regroup.”
“What about Sarah?” Kay asked eagerly. “Did Du find her? Is she okay?”
“No, but Sam is somewhere around here. If anyone can find her, it’s him.”
Just as they turned the corner, a large, plump zombified patient in a kleid grabbed Dean Von the throat and pounded him into the Wand leaving a dent. Kay collapsed on the floor desperately crawling out of the way as blood gasped out of the young man’s mouth. The shotgun was out of reach, while Dean struggled to keep the fat zombie’s jaws at bay, continuously driving his knee into its large, blubbery gut.
“Kay, get out of here!” he screamed, at the stunned young woman scrambling off the slipper floor. “Run!”
“I can’t leave you!” she hollered back, eyes gravely moist.
“Just go damn it!”
Kay immediately darted in the opposite direction of the hall, bare feet hardly able to grip the smooth surface. She found herself uncontrollably skidding into another spontaneous figure. A young man approximately eighteen oder nineteen in casual, stainless clothes emerged into view. Kay’s jaw nearly dropped to the floor taking in his intimidating presence…shimmering blue eyes, sharp jaw-line, cropped brown hair… the handsome combination was almost uncanny to Dean and even Sam’s complexions.
Practically gawking at the emotionless young man in front of her, she tumbled to the ground just as he started to firmly extend his arm out. herz wrenching, Kay shuddered in fear of the young man’s disclosed intentions. Dean wasn’t far away, instantly locking eyes with the man in front of the empath girl.
“A-Adam!” he choked out, as the zombified assailant instantly incinerated into ashes. It was then he realized the person who saved him wasn’t his brother. Clenching his teeth, rubbing the tender red surface of his throat as he shuffled towards the young man and replied:
“Michael.”
The young man’s lip’s curved almost amusingly. “Hello…Dean.”
“You son-of-a-bitch,” Dean growled. “Let him go!”
“Easy there tiger,” Michael sagte specifically. “You’re brother’s fine, actually it was his idea to allow me control of this vessel. No need to thank me oder anything.”
Dean’s eyes were fiery with rage. After his last confrontation with the Archangel all he wanted was to see this guy burn for all the turmoil he caused him and his family. Michael had threatened Mehr than once to kill Dean and he’d threatened to kill Lucifer while wearing Sam’s body. Had Michael been allowed to continue the insane death match with his psychotic brother, half the world wouldn’t have been in flames. Dean hated Michael Mehr than anything and be damned to ever allow him to hurt another person again.
“Thank you? I just about got my head ripped off Von Fat Bastard over there and now Du want my gratitude?” Dean voice was full of resentment and distrust.
“I did just save your ignorant life.” Michael answered plainly, folding his arms over his chest. “If I wanted Du dead I could’ve incinerated Du along with that corpse.” He paused, glancing back at the bewildered Kay huddling against the wall. “Now there’s not much time…we need to get this girl out of the building immediately.”
“Right, because I just planned on waiting around here to get eaten.” Dean stressed sarcastically pacing towards Kay, tightly grasping his shotgun. “News flash moron, this entire hospital is infested oder didn’t Du notice! It’s suicide if we trying back the way we came!”
Kay’s eyes were delirious; convulsing bloodied bile emerged from up her throat and out her mouth. Luckily Dean managed to catch her in his arms before she hit the floor. The empathic girl twitched vibrantly in his arms, spewing out blood through her nose and mouth. The young hunter helplessly struggled to revive her, examining the mild level of consciousness in her eyes.
“Kay?” he sagte worriedly, touching her face. “Kay can Du hear me?” he eagerly looked to the Archangel. “What’s happening to her?”
“It’s starting.” Michael sagte fiercely, crouching opposite side of the empath girl. “The infection is spreading quickly throughout the city…she can feel all those humans suffering from the virus.” Then he immediately glared at Dean. “With this massive scale and density of insufferable death…the damage to Kay’s body will become sufficient… She will die in agony unless we get her out of here now.”
“And why should I trust anything Du have to say?” Dean snarled, carefully grasping Kay’s conflicted body. “Give me one good reason…why I shouldn’t send your arsch back to hell?”
“Because I am the only one who can help Du protect this girl, Dean.” The Archangel reminded him vibrantly. “We don’t have time to argue about sides, Du have to get this girl out of the city before she dies.”
“Well how the hell am I supposed to do that? Blink myself outside?”
Michael gently raised two fingers towards Dean’s head and before he pressed his temple, he said. “I will send Du back to your car, but from there on, it falls on Du to find a way out of the city. Don’t worry about Adam, he’ll be safe, sicher with me and I’ll send Sam back with Du once I find him. Just remember…as long as Du keep the girl alive I’ll be able to find Du again.”
Dean cocked his eyebrow suspiciously. This was certainly an unexpected turn of events, first he was saving an empath girl from a hospital of zombies and now he was allying himself with one of his worst enemies. As much as he completely disliked Michael…there was something about his actions that felt sincere. What was he planning with this girl? Why would he even care whether she lived oder died?
“Why are Du helping us?” sneered the young hunter; glaring down the Archangel. “What’s in it for Du anyway?”
“Those questions…are reserved for another time, Dean.” Then Michael pressed his two fingers against Dean’s temple.
(Warning: This chapter contains scenes of brutal violence and course langauge)
Sam dodged himself around a stretcher, avoiding two vicious infected victims. One looked as though she might have been a visiting mother in a paisley summer dress, the geldbörse still clinging to her boney shoulder. The Sekunde victim was surgeon in blue Scrubs covered in blood and mucus from the open wound in his chest, though the mask in front of his face could hardly prevent the snapping of his jaws. Their bloodthirsty shrieks beckoned Sam, eyes a deathly glazed white.
Before the surgeon had time to jump on oben, nach oben of the stretcher and launch himself at the young hunter’s throat, the back of his skull erupted all over the thin sheets as the bullet exited out of the zombie’s brain. The visiting mother saw opportunity to crouch below and spring up behind her prey, but Sam’s quick reflexes countered the attack as he jabbed a messer under the soft layer of her neck, cutting fully into her head spraying blood and residue from the severed arteries. Once both infected victims were taken down, Sam carefully stumbled over the lifeless bodies extending his gun in front of him. First these two and the five other zombies before them, was all in a day’s work for an experienced young hunter.
Hopefully there wouldn’t be too many Mehr as he secured the open hospital rooms, some lights were on while others had short circuited. There floors were stained in human carnage, papers flown off desks chains tossed aside, beds smothered in deep red scattered around the hallway. This job was a lot messier than he figured. The only two things Sam was focused on were his weapon and the two women he’d been searching for. As much as Sam wanted to be optimistic about the odds of their survival, the brutal body count definitely spoke for itself.
Above his head, Sam could hear the distinct panic of footsteps and hungry shrieks. Way too many zombies and limited bullets, sometimes it never paid to be a hero. Mehr infected people were in the hospital and if he and Dean didn’t find the girls soon and get their asses out of dodge, they’d all become the main course.
Sam then spotted an open office ahead, hustling vorwärts-, nach vorn while circling for another attack, he slipped inside. To his surprise his ears picked up a hint of unsettled breathing. Someone else was in the room. But as he neared the sound, all of his insides suddenly felt numb. It was as if something was squeezing his internal organs making it unbearable carry the weight of his duffle, shuffling towards the frightened person. Clutching his chest, Sam could barley groan out the words. “Is anyone…in…here? Kay…Sarah?”
“S-Sam?” cried a broken petrified woman’s voice. The tall young man knew who she was as his eyes began to adjust to the darkness.
“Sarah?” frantically he hurried to the young woman’s body which was paralyzed on the floor in a half-fetal position. “Thank god! Sarah, are Du alright?”
Sam couched down, struggling to support her head in her hands as he brushed the sweating hair from her attractive face. Her blue eyes were engulfed with an intense mixture of fear and grogginess.
“I…I can’t move,” she sagte weakly. “H-He…won’t let me move.”
“What? Who…is it?”
“Well I’m somewhat of an old friend,” sneered a creepy voice in the background. Sam froze, holding Sarah close to his chest protectively as they sprawled on the floor. “Actually an old acquaintance, for lack of a better term. I’m very surprised Du made it this far Sam but I’ve gotta say…you’ve got guts kid.”
“Since… we’re so familiar with each other… why don’t Du just… cut the crap and… Zeigen yourself?” spat the young hunter.
“Now Sam…let’s not be impatient,” laughed the voice. “You wouldn’t want the airborne disease I’ve inflicted into your body to kill Du faster. No we can’t have that…you and you’re brother are the crucial witnesses to this event…everything that you’ve done all comes down to this moment…. I’ve warned Du before that Du were too late, Sam.”
Lifting his eyes to the dim light of the schreibtisch lamp, Sam could make out the contours of the lanky man in the darkness. Curiosity was suddenly shot when the man in the white lab approached him, a face he’d never thought he’d lay eyes on again. The mucus still clung to his moist skin like he’d just been showered in bile. The scent this creature gave off was stale, dead and metallic. There was only one name Sam could think of responsible for the outbreak in the hospital.
“Pestilence.”
A cunning smile was spreading from the doctor’s face, tampering with a pen in his breast pocket. “So Du do remember me. I’m flattered but actually Mehr like anxious because of how slow and painful I plan to kill you, both Du and Dean.”
Sam gritted his teeth, pushing through the blistering pain. “You… Du did all this? Du released this thing… in this hospital and killed everyone? So this is a vengeance scheme for you.”
“Oh please my finger isn’t that sore.” Pestilence snickered; wiggling his severed finger in front of Sam for clearance. “I mean I was a little…moody about the whole angel-stealing-my-ring thing but I’m way over it… Actually this is far bigger than some minor Swine Flu epidemic oder death match between God’s greatest warrior and his spoiled little brother from Hell…This is it Sam.”
Sam confusingly squinted his eyes. “W-What are Du talking about?
“The end of life…. Sam this isn’t just an apocalypse this is…The Apocalypse.” Pestilence taunted as he circled the Sam and Sarah’s weakened forms. “Everything Du and your brother thought you’d prevented…you only shifted so that this moment could proceed. Destroying Lilith, stealing the rings of the Four Horsemen, becoming the vessels to Michael and Lucifer…even your angel’s defiance to heaven helped paved the way for this turn of events.”
“You have no right…to do this to these people, let them go!” Sam snapped beneath the pain. “This virus…is going to kill and turn everyone it infects!”
“Oh it’s going to do Mehr than just that.”
“Why are Du doing all this?”
The thing frail man in the moist skin and lab mantel adjusted his glasses and replied. “Because I am disease and disease infects.”
Sam choked, his lungs were suffocating from the toxic aroma he was forced to breathe. He never pictured dying helpless like this and at the hands to one of the Four Horsemen of The Apocalypse. After separating the ring from this guy, Sam and Dean never considered him to be much of a threat afterwards. But here both of them were trapped in a hospital full of undead cannibals and a psycho genius behind the relentless spread of disease.
“This is…your plan?” coughed Sam huddling closer to the now unconscious Sarah. “Kill us all with some new strain and turn us into mindless corpses?”
Pestilence’s face was cross. “Oh I’m afraid I can’t take full credit for this masterpiece.” He sagte coolly, sitting on the corner of the schreibtisch popping a minted Süßigkeiten in his mouth. “In fact…I couldn’t have done any of this without that pretty little empathic friend of yours… She’s got…quite the unique bloodline that one… so pure and yet so powerful… I’m very curious.”
Sam didn’t even have to Frage the girl mentioned. “Kay? She’s got nothing to do with this!”
“On the contrary, kiddo,” thickly reminded the thin man with the sunken cheeks. “That girl is as much a part of this…as even Du and Dean and…your buddy Castiel. There’s Mehr to that child than Du know. Without that extra detail in the empath’s blood I wouldn’t have been able to mutate the essence of the croatoan virus. Gives it a…stronger kick wouldn’t Du say?”
“What do Du mean… Du mutated the croatoan virus?”
Pestilence annoyingly sighed through his nose, observing a medical sheet from the schreibtisch in his hand. “The funny thing about disease, Sam…is that’s it’s a living thing…it grows and evolves into something Mehr efficient…develops a Mehr lethal killing instinct…All I did was extract the special blood from that girl and resuscitate the virus so that instead of it just infecting the host’s blood…it would kill the host and regenerate its dead cells…making the victim a faster, motorized undead killer. Walla… we’re living in Zombieland kid.”
Kay Forster plunged out of the minor barricade of the closet, stumbling clumsily to the hard floor. The hanger she pulled from the rack was still gripped tightly in her palms. All she could feel was the extended plunder of her frantic heartbeat while the wave of death crept into every cell of her body. She shuddered in pain, while the shrieks and pounding hands on the door shattered the wood into thick splinters. It was too much. She could feel the pull of another attack…the pain was spreading beyond the hospital and she could feel every moment of it.
“Help!” she cried out, face drenched in tears. She had called out earlier and to her surprise got a response from the man who devoted himself to help her. He was here; she could feel his determination to get to her. “Dean, help!”
A mangled hand instantly erupted through the wood, tearing the opening large enough for one of the infected to launch itself in the room. Kay covered her mouth with her hand to block another scream as a zombified patient ripped itself through the hole and lunged on oben, nach oben of her, pinning her to the floor. Splinters of wood punctured the dead flesh of the infected victim, snapping his hungry jaws as Kay’s throat.
She fought with her injured arms, desperate to push him off her and trying to reach for the hanger that had flung out of her hand. The patient was hideous with half of his face muscle torn, one eye gouged from his socket, drooling thick globs of blood onto the empath girl’s scrub shirt. If Kay could shift her weight enough to shove the creature off, it would make it easier to marmelade the hanger into its other eye piercing the brain like Dean had instructed. Just as it opened its hungry wide mouth for the screaming girl’s shoulder, the infected patient was immediately pulled off Von an unknown force and thrown against the wall.
The stunned Kay hurled herself away from the creature, lifting her eyes to the face of man she’d been anxious to see since the nightmare started. At lease she wouldn’t have to force herself to wake up because he was right there, fighting the monster that attacked her. Dean skillfully side kicked the zombie hard in the chest as it sprung at him, before pumping his shot gun and blowing a great exit wound through its eyes, causing the Wand to be splattered with juicy brain residue. Two Mehr zombies struggled through the hole but the young hunter didn’t hesitate to shoot them down before they had a chance to fully break through the door.
Pausing breathless, he glanced back into Kay’s distraught brown eyes, her quivering hands masking the front of her mouth as she sobbed. Immediately he rushed to her extending his arms so she could fall them. Dean was thankful he’d gotten to her in time as she was that he was alive….holding her and refusing to let her go.
“Are Du okay?” he asked unhesitant, cupping her wet cheeks in his hands, which was inches from his face and gently brushing her jet-black hair out of her eyes. Kay just threw herself back into his arms, embracing him tighter breathing in the safety of his leather jacket.
“I was so scared.” she said, voice muffled and breaking up against his strong chest. “They were…everywhere… I thought I was going to die…I waited for you.”
“It’s okay you’re safe, sicher with me now.” He assured Kay, helping her stand. “I told Du I was coming back, didn’t I?”
He gave her a sympathetic look, which caused her to chuckle lightly. “Took you…long enough.”
“That’s me,” he smiled, “I’m a spontaneous kinda guy. That and being a handsome devil.” They both laughed until Dean quickly got serious again, glaring at the blood seeping through the bandage of her arm. “Did they..?”
Kay disengaged herself, holding her sore arm. “No…I guess I pulled a stitch when I fell off the bett back in my room…” she inhaled. “I think I was having…a minor attack…when all this started happening.”
Dean swore under his breath, urgently running his fingers through his short spiked hair. “I should have been here.” He shook his head, disappointed with his frequent choices. “I shouldn’t of left the hospital…I’m so sorry Kay.”
She gently caressed his cheek, pursing her lips into a mild smile. His green eyes were somber and full of despair…that feeling made her queasy.
“Dean, it’s okay,” she told him, as he wiped her tears away with the bases of his thumbs. “But every time Du get like this… it makes me dizzy.”
Dean parted arms up submissively. “Oh sorry!” he then placed his hands on his hip. “Do Du think Du could warn me the Weiter time your empath mojo decides to switch back on?”
“Somehow…I don’t think that’ll be a problem.”
Dean’s eyes were crucial as he took Kay’s hand into his stirring her out of the room, cocking his gun with the other hand. “Common we gotta find Sam and get the hell out of this place before the legions of the undead decides to regroup.”
“What about Sarah?” Kay asked eagerly. “Did Du find her? Is she okay?”
“No, but Sam is somewhere around here. If anyone can find her, it’s him.”
Just as they turned the corner, a large, plump zombified patient in a kleid grabbed Dean Von the throat and pounded him into the Wand leaving a dent. Kay collapsed on the floor desperately crawling out of the way as blood gasped out of the young man’s mouth. The shotgun was out of reach, while Dean struggled to keep the fat zombie’s jaws at bay, continuously driving his knee into its large, blubbery gut.
“Kay, get out of here!” he screamed, at the stunned young woman scrambling off the slipper floor. “Run!”
“I can’t leave you!” she hollered back, eyes gravely moist.
“Just go damn it!”
Kay immediately darted in the opposite direction of the hall, bare feet hardly able to grip the smooth surface. She found herself uncontrollably skidding into another spontaneous figure. A young man approximately eighteen oder nineteen in casual, stainless clothes emerged into view. Kay’s jaw nearly dropped to the floor taking in his intimidating presence…shimmering blue eyes, sharp jaw-line, cropped brown hair… the handsome combination was almost uncanny to Dean and even Sam’s complexions.
Practically gawking at the emotionless young man in front of her, she tumbled to the ground just as he started to firmly extend his arm out. herz wrenching, Kay shuddered in fear of the young man’s disclosed intentions. Dean wasn’t far away, instantly locking eyes with the man in front of the empath girl.
“A-Adam!” he choked out, as the zombified assailant instantly incinerated into ashes. It was then he realized the person who saved him wasn’t his brother. Clenching his teeth, rubbing the tender red surface of his throat as he shuffled towards the young man and replied:
“Michael.”
The young man’s lip’s curved almost amusingly. “Hello…Dean.”
“You son-of-a-bitch,” Dean growled. “Let him go!”
“Easy there tiger,” Michael sagte specifically. “You’re brother’s fine, actually it was his idea to allow me control of this vessel. No need to thank me oder anything.”
Dean’s eyes were fiery with rage. After his last confrontation with the Archangel all he wanted was to see this guy burn for all the turmoil he caused him and his family. Michael had threatened Mehr than once to kill Dean and he’d threatened to kill Lucifer while wearing Sam’s body. Had Michael been allowed to continue the insane death match with his psychotic brother, half the world wouldn’t have been in flames. Dean hated Michael Mehr than anything and be damned to ever allow him to hurt another person again.
“Thank you? I just about got my head ripped off Von Fat Bastard over there and now Du want my gratitude?” Dean voice was full of resentment and distrust.
“I did just save your ignorant life.” Michael answered plainly, folding his arms over his chest. “If I wanted Du dead I could’ve incinerated Du along with that corpse.” He paused, glancing back at the bewildered Kay huddling against the wall. “Now there’s not much time…we need to get this girl out of the building immediately.”
“Right, because I just planned on waiting around here to get eaten.” Dean stressed sarcastically pacing towards Kay, tightly grasping his shotgun. “News flash moron, this entire hospital is infested oder didn’t Du notice! It’s suicide if we trying back the way we came!”
Kay’s eyes were delirious; convulsing bloodied bile emerged from up her throat and out her mouth. Luckily Dean managed to catch her in his arms before she hit the floor. The empathic girl twitched vibrantly in his arms, spewing out blood through her nose and mouth. The young hunter helplessly struggled to revive her, examining the mild level of consciousness in her eyes.
“Kay?” he sagte worriedly, touching her face. “Kay can Du hear me?” he eagerly looked to the Archangel. “What’s happening to her?”
“It’s starting.” Michael sagte fiercely, crouching opposite side of the empath girl. “The infection is spreading quickly throughout the city…she can feel all those humans suffering from the virus.” Then he immediately glared at Dean. “With this massive scale and density of insufferable death…the damage to Kay’s body will become sufficient… She will die in agony unless we get her out of here now.”
“And why should I trust anything Du have to say?” Dean snarled, carefully grasping Kay’s conflicted body. “Give me one good reason…why I shouldn’t send your arsch back to hell?”
“Because I am the only one who can help Du protect this girl, Dean.” The Archangel reminded him vibrantly. “We don’t have time to argue about sides, Du have to get this girl out of the city before she dies.”
“Well how the hell am I supposed to do that? Blink myself outside?”
Michael gently raised two fingers towards Dean’s head and before he pressed his temple, he said. “I will send Du back to your car, but from there on, it falls on Du to find a way out of the city. Don’t worry about Adam, he’ll be safe, sicher with me and I’ll send Sam back with Du once I find him. Just remember…as long as Du keep the girl alive I’ll be able to find Du again.”
Dean cocked his eyebrow suspiciously. This was certainly an unexpected turn of events, first he was saving an empath girl from a hospital of zombies and now he was allying himself with one of his worst enemies. As much as he completely disliked Michael…there was something about his actions that felt sincere. What was he planning with this girl? Why would he even care whether she lived oder died?
“Why are Du helping us?” sneered the young hunter; glaring down the Archangel. “What’s in it for Du anyway?”
“Those questions…are reserved for another time, Dean.” Then Michael pressed his two fingers against Dean’s temple.
