boxofmisfits | Biohazard

It was just Shiro's luck that Raccoon City would end up with a zombie outbreak. A few days ago, Shiro had gotten back from a harrowing STARS mission, investigating the disappearance of another team, and finding a mansion full of zombies. The zombies had turned out to be caused by a virus engineered by the sinister Umbrella Corp. Shiro, and a few others, had barely escaped alive.

Shiro should have known that wouldn't have been the end of it. He had woken up to the sound of screaming in the streets, and looked out the window to see a shambling corpse outside his apartment building. Turning on the news, it soon became clear that the entire city was infested with zombies. No doubt it was Umbrella's doing.

Packing a pistol and some supplies, Shiro had fled his apartment. According to the news, the exits out of town had been barricaded. It wasn't going to be easy escaping.

But first, Shiro had to make a stop at the police station, and his old STARS office, and get a few things. Driving was out of the question, since the roads were crowded with abandoned cars. Shiro did his best to avoid zombies during the walk, wanting to save on ammo.

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If he'd had any inkling that the other might harbour feelings for him- well, Keith didn't really know what he might have done with the information. Probably thought the other was addled, somehow. Missing his usual sense of judgement. Hadn't Shiro figured out by now that Keith was nothing but bad news? That he would drag the other down, somehow.

But of course, his focus was on their situation. On getting the hell out of the city with the both of them in one piece. (Or at least mostly one piece.)

Catching the other slipping the vodka into his jacket, Keith couldn't help but snort. Sure, he knew the far more likely reason for the other taking something like that with him- but the opening to gently rib the other was too easy. And who was he to deny a gift so cleanly wrapped and presented with a bow?

"You know Shiro, I don't think now is really the time for a nip," he chuckled, wagging his eyebrows at the other with a faint grin, stepping out after the other, drawing his gun as the other suggested- though almost dismissed the order in favour of his sword. It was just so much quieter, after all.

"Think I'll keep dreaming of that amazing chance helicopter rescue personally," he murmured, checking down the street, hair on the back of his neck prickling. They may have lost the monster of a Tyrant for now, but he was still somewhere close by. And after Shiro's blood.

No matter what, Keith decided then and there- he wouldn't let the monster have it. No matter what it cost him.

Shiro was unable to help but give an amused little smirk at Keith's ribbing. This was a tense situation, a matter of life and death, and perhaps that was why a little ribbing was appreciated. Sometimes humor helped relieve a tense situation. Keith was the last person he would have expected it from, and Shiro knew that Keith only showed this side of himself to him.

The tyrant was nowhere to be seen, and the sound of its heavy footfalls couldn't be heard, so Shiro figured it wasn't close by. Emerging from the store, Shiro did a quick sweet of the area. They were back on main street. To their left were two lone zombies shuffling along, and Shiro knew that road led to the bus station. The right was clear, and a sign indicated that the hospital was that way.

"Think you can take those two out quietly?"

What better way was there to survive if not to make light of the severity they were facing? They'd figure it out; they had to. The alternative just wasn't a possibility Keith was going to accept. Following Shiro back out onto the street, Keith fell into the comfortable embrace of his former training. While Shiro took point, Keith covered him. Weapon pointed low while Shiro's was up to sweep. Keith's eyes clipped right, scanning for enemies there while Shiro covered the left. Nothing there. Half a second later and his gaze was on the two aimlessly shuffling zombies, and Keith's lips quirked again.

"No problem," Keith replied, tucking his gun away and drawing his sword into one hand, his dagger in the other. Two for one; quiet and quick. Like a shadow, Keith traced his targets, crouching down and using the stopped cars for cover as he made his way over to them. Only the creak of him climbing onto the hood of one announced his presence, and by the time the zombies had turned to face the noise, Keith had buried his sword through the base of the first's skull, and swung his dagger down full force through the top of the other's head. A crack, a quick squelch- and it was all over.

Hopping down onto the cement, Keith cleaned the blood off on the corpse of one of the zombies, before standing up, turning to give the other a thumbs up.

Keith moved like a lion, graceful, yet powerful. Shiro kept an eye on him the entire time, mostly watching out for more zombies or that monster, but he also couldn't help but admire Keith as he took out the zombies. He really was pretty amazing.

Shiro shook his head. Now wasn't the time to get distracted. He just had to focus on getting himself and Keith out of this alive. When his partner flashed him the all clear, Shiro emerged, keeping his gun out but making sure it was angled towards the ground.

"Good work. If we go down this road, we should hit the clock tower, and past that should be a bridge out of the city."

"The sooner we're out of here the better," Keith agreed, and for a brief moment thought back to his bike. It was a painful loss, even more so because it would have made getting out of the city a hell of a lot easier, and faster.

"What do you think the odds of us making it out of here without encountering that thing- the Tyrant- again? You think we'll be so lucky?" Keith let out a soft laugh, before following it with a sigh as he began to walk in the direction Shiro had suggested.

"It's going to take us at least an hour to walk that far, try and keep an eye out for another ride we can... commandeer," Keith gave the other a smirk over his shoulder, remembering fondly their initial introduction- Keith's little grand theft auto that Shiro hadn't pressed charges for. It wouldn't be the first time he'd hot wired a vehicle, and it probably wouldn't be the last.

Shiro had already promised himself that he would replace Keith's bike if they got out of htis alive, and to replace the lion helmet. Shiro even considered getting himself a matching helmet, maybe in black. Shiro tended to wear a lot of black.

"If we're lucky, that thing's on the other side of the city by now. If we're unlucky, we'll certainly run into it again." How long before it realized that Shiro had evaded it and backtracked?

"Let's hope there's at least one car that still works, then." Their first meeting was a special memory for Shiro. At the time, and for those first few years, Shiro had only seen Keith as a kid. He'd been unable to feel anything more than that for Keith at the time, because he'd been too young. But he was now looking at Keith with new eyes. He saw Keith as the man he was.

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