The World's A Broken Bone

The world had fallen in to ruin. Humans were no longer the dominant species, or so it seemed when he left the tower and took to the streets. It looked like a bomb had gone off, the tower was still standing, but the zombie’s had gotten in, and it suddenly felt like a bit of a rat trap.

Lucius was pretty much in his element, okay, maybe not the zombie part, he wasn’t much for being bitten and ruining his perfect appearance, but definitely the blood. It seemed to be everywhere and he loved it, even the feel of it drying on his skin, tugging at it when he moved.

When he saw someone he recognised, or barely, considering the blood soaking in to the nurse, Lucius rose his eyebrows and glanced to the hoard in his path. In Luc’s opinion, he was a dead man, but then, that wasn’t the first time he’d thought that today. “Someone looks a little worn.” he said as he walked up to the other man, keeping his voice low and his machete at his side.

The familiar voice had Liam tilting his head back, looking up at Lucius. He was pretty sure his call for mental help had gone wrong if he’d managed to get Lucius rather than anyone else, maybe the universe really did want him to die here. That was a fucking shame, considering all the things he’d survived before this. 

“Are you taking your sadism to a new level in just watching people get eaten by zombies? That’s a little sick even for you” Liam tried his best to keep his voice level, but the pain in his ankle added a little hiss of pain to his breath. “I fractured something, didn’t get the chance to wrap it before these creepers showed up. Haven’t been bitten” He explained a little less insultingly, “What do you want for getting me out of here?”

Oliver had armed himself with everything but guns. Guns needed bullets and bullets ran out. He wasn’t going to leave this tower until he was sure than people were safe. That meant finding things he could take back from the zombies once they were dead. Arrows and knives were his best bet but he didn’t have a bow. Seeing a group of zombies headed towards a gunshot he made his way. Pulling out throwing knives he stood at the end of the hall the hurled them towards the zombies, killing one right after the other before there was just one standing. He ran at it with a butcher’s knife, throwing it when he got within range and it stuck in the zombie’s head.

“A gun, really? What are you going to do when that shit runs out?” he asked as he went around collecting the knives from the zombie’s heads, smashing the heel of his shoe into their faces to be sure they were dead.

Maybe it twas the pain making him irritable, maybe it was just this whole fucked up situation, maybe it was just Liam’s personality. But the question just made him grit his teeth as he reached into his bag, free to wrap his ankle now that the impending hoard was being fended off. “I have other weapons, but it sounds like a brilliant idea to let them close enough that I have to use it while I’m laying prone on the ground, absolutely genius.” He snapped as he put on a lot of layers of tape around his ankle. It had to be enough that it allowed him to walk, and walk at least marginally faster than the zombies. He made it out of the culling alive, he wasn’t about to let himself become a zombie victim. 

They needed a car. Aiden had spotted a truck from upstairs earlier and was now trying to get it so he could drive it back into the garage.

He almost stumbled past the medic on his way down the street, but there was a herd of zombies coming at him that halted him in his steps - and then there was a shot. His head jerked to the left where the sound had come from and yelped. Liam! He almost didn’t believe his eyes.

“Liam!” he called out to get the nurse’s attention, but then the zombies were coming closer. And now that he wasn’t alone anymore, he didn’t just run and hope for the best. He stood his ground and threw a pack of ammo at Liam (9mm, the most common caliber, hopefully exactly what Liam could use) and started working on the first zombie that was trying to get at his friend. Not on his watch. Not now. But why wasn’t Liam getting up to fight?

Liam fumbled with the ammo that was thrown his way, scrambling to pick it up again when it fell. The relief of actually having someone on his side was there, but covered up by the adrenaline of trying to get the ammo pack loaded and raising it again to try and take out as many as possible without potentially hurting Aiden. 

Shit

Shit

His fucking ankle. Pain was fresh and searing as it shot up his leg. The ache had been there for a while, but this was where it finally collapsed beneath him. It was so fucking stupid, he knew that he’d done something to it earlier, getting out of the tower, he should have found somewhere where he could hole up and take care of it, rather than keep moving on. It had only been an instant, landing on his ankle wrong after he’d been surprised at the med bay, shoving things into a messenger bag that now rests at his side. 

Fuck.

He can hear them. 

They’ve probably spotted him already, easy prey. Someone who can’t outrun them. Liam rifles through his bag for the gun he’d pilfered, but he wouldn’t have enough for the group coming toward him. He still managed to get at least one of them with a shot to the head, but unless someone else got to him, he was done for. 

The other man scampered promptly. Turning toward Liam, Cesar lifted both of his brows, though the smile he was suppressing was clear in the corners of his mouth. “You are a good wing man,” he observed, limping over to where Liam was seated and reclining himself on the arm of the other man’s chair. “I am sure you -would- roofie somebody here if they annoyed you bad enough.”

“That’s true. It really is all unfair.” he sighed dramatic while resting a hand on Liam’s shoulder, “okay, who’re the hottest 5 associates?”

Liam was trying very, very hard not to just shake off the hand on his shoulder. Though he couldn’t help raise an eyebrow at the request. “Depends on your type. But I’m also not a dating resource”

“Well.. I suppose if you wanted to make a very complete idiot out of yourself, you are not doing a half-bad job right now. Felicitaciones, pendejo.”

Liam would probably be a lot more offended if the words he was hearing were directed his way. Actually, he probably would have been offended by what the asshole said in the first place. But for once he wasn’t the one receiving snide remarks, merely listening in. Of course, that didn’t stop him from pitching his voice to be heard and turning a page in his novel. “I’d probably scram if I were you. If the big bad man there doesn’t scare you I could certainly find something to slip into your drink later.” Liam looked up then, smiling sweetly.

Zach never knew what it would be lately. Called upon to be used for his body, or his brain. Being the newest addition to call boys had been a punishment more than fitting for him, he detested every moment spent letting hands wander all over him of the  unfamiliar variety. It left a sour taste in the back of his mouth, and he endured quietly. This was what he deserved. This was his repayment for being gone.

As he approached the one who requested his presence, he stiffened just slightly. His aversion to people only having increased upon his return, and his lack of wanting to be near just about anyone apparent. “My services were requested?”

For some reason, that day in the medical bay was unusually busy. Maybe because it was a nice day, idiots decided that causing trouble is their only source of doom and gloom. Which made them sound like moody teenager and made Liam smile despite the fact that he was busy up to his ears. It was just his luck that he managed to walk into one of the shelves in the supply closet, and send everything to the floor. 

At that point, it was either call for help or purposefully get himself killed. So he did the former and hoped that they might actually send up someone who he didn’t hate. Still, he was surprised when it was Zach. “Yeah, sorry about that. I knocked over a shelf and it’s going to take me all afternoon to get it to rights again, thought it might go faster with some help”

“I think it’s only fair. Unless they expect me to skip my daily squats, which I can and will if I’m not rewarded with associate eye candy.”

“Withholding until they give in? I’d say I’m impressed but I doubt muscle mass is actually going to go away that quickly” Liam laughed, “Associates don’t tend to be too concerned with fairness either. It’s a crime. Literally”

“You bring up a really good point actually. Like I’ve seen some that…” he lets out a whistle, “Like I was under the impression that everyone had to be super hot, so I don’t know what happened.”

“I suppose that’s what you get when you’re running a crime business and not a modeling agency” Liam smirked, “Though I suppose the whole sex slavery ring thing does imply some level of hotness.”

Do you ever wonder how some of these assets ended up here? I mean there isn’t even an ass in some of them, bless their hearts.

“You could say the same of associates. They could stand to work on that a little more” Liam raised a brow, “The least they could do is provide a bit of eye candy if I’m going to be stuck here the rest of my miserable life”

“Is that so? Alright, let’s bet on it. But instead of money we’ll have to settle for something else.” a different type of barter solely because he didn’t have money. “Honestly, if you’re not going to drink, neither am I and it’d be pointless to be sitting ducks at the bar so the pool it is.” Besides, a swim seemed better than just sitting. “How has your day been today?” he asks before getting up from his seat. “I’ll grab the towels.” Which was all they’d need considering they didn’t own luxury such as a swim set of any kind. 

“Hmmm how about we bet massages? If you lose you have to give me a foot massage after a long shift, if I lose, you’ll get a shoulder massage after you’ve had a long day? Liam posed with an eyebrow raised. “Easy decision then. The pool did sound nice too” He watched Nathan head for the towels, “Long, tiring. I’m really tired of people looking at me like I’m stupid. The usual” He sighed, leaning against the wall while he waited. 

“Are you challenging me, Farris?” he asks with an amused grin. Of course if they were being practical he’d never be able to carry him all the way, but as if he’d let his ego admit to that. “Alright, let’s head somewhere, before curfew sets. We can go for a few drinks or we can go to the pool? Heck, even the warehouse. Your call.”

“Maybe I am, bout time you put your money where your mouth is Anderson” Liam’s lips quirked into a small smirk. Being around Nathan was easier, someone who actually wasn’t going to be offended by his occasional barbs and sarcasm. “Don’t drink, mostly. But we could head down there, though the pool would be kind of refreshing at this point, I’ve been on my feet for a few hours”

His gaze didn’t shift from him even as he pulled the shirt over his head. “No, I have, but I was honestly considering it because I realized it’d be a great work out. Seeing that I wasn’t able to go to the gym today.” And now he was only teasing. “Where were you headed?” he asks.

“That’s only if you can carry me. You think you’re strong enough for that?” Liam teased back, grinning as he ran a hand down his shirt to smooth down the wrinkles. It was so good to get out of scrubs for once. “Nowhere really, I’ve got the night off for once, so I though I would just hang about. You?”