Fanon:Zombie Apocalypse: Dangerous Journey: Difference between revisions

They went by the west coast and roads that leaded to Palm Bay Marina. Then other roads that would lead them to beaches they weren't planning to be led to. Sab ignored them and continued on, avoiding signs that would lead them to somewhere other than another motel. Twenty minutes after eight, he finally led the other truck to a beach with two ways after speeding through a jungle at eighty miles an hour with sand, rocks, and dust flying everywhere. He jammed the brakes at the ocean line, sand flying twenty feet ahead of him. Leviathan quickly turned the wheel before he hit the Chevy Silverado and jammed the brakes, sand flying five feet further. They then sat there, the trucks idling. Chevy got out and closed her door, walking up to the ocean line. Ocean water flowed into pits caused by sand loss. She then stared at the ocean, watching the glittering surf. She then heard another door open and realized it was Sab coming out to join her. He closed it and went to her side, standing to her left. The Allison and Leviathan got out and closed their doors, joining them. They then just watched as the ocean flowed, nothing of harm surrounding them. It took several seconds for Sab to say, "Well, we're here" due to distraction. Allison followed in instantly," Exactly where is here?" The other two shrugged as Chevy thought of what to say. Leviathan stood there, nothing in mind. The four watched the ocean until they heard footsteps a few minutes later. They then heard human voices, not suspicious sounds. They turned around to four females in hula get-ups as they appeared to be under constant stress. Yet, in a comforting environment. The oldest woman appeared to be a zombie herself due to her pale white skin and droopy eyelids. The other three were softly-tanned and less stressed looking. Chevy then went for them, startling them. They stood there as she introduced herself and her friends. They listened closely, soon enough trusting she's no harm nor her friends. "Where'd you all come from?" asked the middle. "Far east in Pennsylvania." She answered, peace in her voice. The four nodded and examined the other three as they stood there, watching. The four females then walked up to them and studied the eastern castaways as they had no clue of where they are, other than knowing they're in California.It took several minutes of studying before they were granted of approval. "Alright then." Said the oldest. The castaways were listening. "Boys get in the black vehicle. Girls in the purple." She finished. "Excuse me, but I'm responsible for the tallest boy's safety." Chevy said, referring to Sab. He got to her side, going with it. The woman stared, a bit freaked out, but then went with it. "Alright then. Christie and Claire, you two ride with the oldest female and youngest male. Clara and I will ride with the youngest female and oldest male." Arla, the oldest, said instead. The other three hula girls nodded and followed their duty. They then asked them of their ages and getting with them. Clara thought Sab was the oldest male, so she tried to go with him. But he denied truthfully that he's really the youngest. She shrugged and went back to Arla. Christie and Claire began to get the cold shudder when they got in the back of the Chevy Silverado; sprayed blood was still in the cab. Chevy had tried to wipe it down when Sab was still receiving treatment, but only leaving behind the looks of dark red paint everywhere. Luckily, the windshield was the cleanest as she was able to wash the inside off. "I must ask: what is this red stuff?" Christie asked nervously. "Splash." Sab said with an oddly, high pitched voice; he didn't want them to know he was about fatally injured a few weeks ago. He also had his chin up like his name would be called like it would be back in college. Christie nodded slowly as Claire stared, wondering what color it was. "Let's go. Arla's probably going to have the black truck go first." Christie said with a sigh. Chevy started the truck as Sab got his seat belt on. The other two in the black truck did the same and it was started, soon pulling toward the north first. he Chevy waited ten seconds until go-time. "Where are supposivley going?" Leviathan asked as he kept the wheels straight. "Why, to Clara Madicia of course." Clara answered, sitting down. Arla studied the inside interior of the truck, wondering what used to be back there. All she saw was duffle bags on the floor full of clothing and snacks/drinks. But she didn't dare ask what was contained in them. Not even daring, she looked up and guided Leviathan as he drove. Chevy kept the distance between twenty to twenty-five feet. It took five minutes for both trucks to arrive to a drive-way going up to the east. Arla pointed it out and Leviathan turned on the turn signal, going right. Chevy followed a few seconds later. About a minute later they arrived to Clara Madicia. By the looks, employees were out watering plants and soaking rocks. Multiple amounts of different species of tropical flowers lined the inside of a black gate while rose bushes lined the outer perimeter if it. Palm trees were scattered amoungst the outside while in neat arrangements. Most were neatly lining walkways and sidewalks while twenty-foot high ones lined the driveway going up. Palm plants were placed on picnic tables and beside a stairway going into the mansion. The scent of vanilla was in the air as vanilla plants were potted along windowsills and foundations. The Dodge Ram the turned onto a runway for cars/trucks and made way to a platform while workers were watering plants surrounding rocks. Chevy turned the wheel and followed. Workers then let the Dodge owners out of the truck and out of the way. Chevy and Sab did once they were in their spot. "This place is beautiful." Chevy whispered. "Thank you." Said a man's voice. The four teens turned around to see a man in his mid-twenties come up with his hands placed calmly behind his back. "Welcome to Clara Madicia. I hope you guys will find solemn comfort here, as well as peace from our "French Purity"." He said peacefully. The four nodded as he got closer. They then shook hands with him as a natural greeting. He nodded each time. "Where'd you guys come from?" He asked. "The apocalypse." Chevy answered, seeming faraway. The man nodded. He then told them to follow him inside the mansion. "Well surely you guys don't want to keep wearing those clothes." He said as an example. They looked down, noticing their clothing was worn down until they were torn. Somehow, the shirt Sab had put on yesterday began to tear at the left shoulder, regardless of how new it was. They then looked up and nodded, following him in. As he did, other workers got up and went for a plastic covering to protect the people already here. Others sprayed unscented Clorox to kill bacteria. After the four teens were covered, they were then led to a purple room with light purple walls and royal purple tiling. Clients were receiving massages, manicures, and even Botox as they were being treated. Massage therapists looked up and then looked down, not worrying about the new clients being brought in. The four teens were then led to another room with a steel door. The man opened it and then led them into a pale green room as green as his eyes. He then separated the four into groups based on gender and cleansers collected them. Of course Allison had to cause a scene by dropping her filthy clothes on the floor and angering her cleanser. Chevy apologized and explained her situation as Allison was in a state of her mind. Allison's cleanser then understood and forgave her client, going for softer antibiotics. Then Chevy's cleanser got her set up while the boys were already having a ball at their stations; they were telling stories about their trip and what went on during the journey. The laughter was loud as water flowing was half the volume. Chevy could have swore she heard Sab admit he got attacked, but the water hit her ears until she forgot. Allison was soon being cleansed. It wasn't long before when Chevy was moved to the next station that the boys were finally cleansed and moved to theirs. The women heard nothing but their laughter and jokes. After Chevy came out with the appearance of a fresh tan, Allison was finally moved to her second station while the boys were just getting finished. Chevy's cleanser walked her into the Relaxation Unit where she would soon have her worries rubbed away. Massage therapists and clients gasped when they noticed her; she was starved to her appearance and eyes run-down on hazel. "Somebody feed her!" a woman said frantically as she had her head up. "Lady, I'm not the only one that looks like I starved myself. There's three more that have similar appearances." Chevy informed, hoping that would calm the woman down. But she only stared wide-eyed, looking high. Chevy's cleanser gently placed her hand on her bony shoulder, not completely worried. The clients then put their faces back into the face-holes of the beds they were on, massage therapists getting back to their duty. Then the cleanser told any male massage therapist who's sitting down to get up and get diced fruit, including nonalcoholic margaritas for the new clients. They got up and did as told, one soon getting called from the pack. "Hey, Scott: get over here." Chevy's cleanser called to a man with long black hair that has blond and burgundy highlights in it. Scott turned around and eyed his client, his sunset eyes changing to a dark blue after being dark orange. He then walked up to Chevy and shook her hand, greeting her with soothing, professional words. The cleanser then retreated, leaving her treated client with the massage therapist. Scott then led Chevy to the massage-bed she was to be massaged on and got her set up. As he was doing his duty, Sab came out with his cleanser, Johnathan, and stood in his tracks, feeling a sense of alarm in process. Johnathan then calmed Sab down, allowing him to know that the massage therapists are licensed and there are special cameras in the Relaxation Unit. He sighed in satisfaction and soon enough had two female massage therapists while Scott had fourthree other male massage therapists with him: Nathan, Jason, and Sebastian Larceny. "Hey, easy girls." Johnathan said as Sab's massage therapists were flirting. "We never saw anyone like him before." one with the longest black hair flirted. "Jessie, do your job. His girlfriend is to his right." Johnathan said calmly, but gently. Jessie nodded, then going to do he duty. "Get a move on, Christie. Jess can't always do it herself." Johnathan teased, walking back into the cleansing unit. She nodded and did so, giving Jessie a hand. "-So I do take it you guys came from the apocalypse." Jessie said as Christie got in position. "Yeah, we did." Sab answered, face in the hole of his bed. Jessie gently dug her fingers into his neck, releasing the stress deep beneath his muscles. He grunted from the tension. "Sorry." She apologized, being a little bit more gentle. "It's fine." He said quietly, closing his eyes this time. Christie had given her partner mournful looks. Chevy was in a sate where she had no idea if she was in Heaven or in a halogen room; she was in a relaxingly, peaceful state. Leviathan soon came out with Allison a few minutes later; he didn't want to appear without her. Just like Chevy and Sab, both were starved to their appearance. Leviathan appeared to have lost muscle tone due to hardly eating. Allison was worse, but they still accepted their massage therapists. While they were being aided, conversations went amoungst the teams as other clients were being aided. It wasn't until the Mission's owner walked up to Chevy's bed, checking on the team. "How's she doing?" He asked, examining. "Chase, this girl's all bony and all that I'm surprised she can stand." Nathan said, massaging the part of her was to massage. Chase stood there and stared, agreeing. He looked over at the other three and noticed they, too, were the same: bony and ill-fated. "My goodness." He muttered under his breath. "They appear fine, Chase, but we aren't risking it. The other therapists are still arriving with diced fruit and cheese." Scott said gently, massing his client. Chase nodded in agreement, but he didn't seem like he was convinced. He waited until the other therapists arrived with the fruit and cheese tray before returning to work. After a half hour, the four teens were released so they could get new clothing put on and explore the Mission at the time being. Chevy went with Scott, Sab went with Jessie, Leviathan went with his therapist Deja, and Allison went with her therapist Harvey. The teens were led to separate dressing rooms in different wings of the Mission. After Chevy was dressed in a tight country outfit, she accidentally kissed Scott, but it was only a thank you. He never expected it, but was getting the feeling something like that would eventually happen. He led her out of the room, escaping the heavenly aroma of jasmine, roses, varieties of fruit, coconut, French vanilla, passion fruit smoothie, and Love Struck perfume. They met up with Sab a minute later as he was dressed up like a Country fashion star of some sort in faded black denim, black cowboy boots, and a tight black v-neck t-shirt. The therapists joked with each other while Chevy and Sab went into each others arms. "Where's Allison and Leviathan?" Chevy asked as she held Sab in her arms. "They want privacy for now since Allison isn't well right now." Deja said gently. Chevy nodded as Sab stared, wondering what was wrong. He then shrugged as Chase walked up to them, a smile on his face. "Good job, Guys. They appear more at home now." He said cheerfully. "Well, dark colors hide out their skeletal structures." Scott said, a little queasy. Chase nodded in agreement. Just then, a young man appeared. He was out of breath by the time he made it to the five. "Chase,-" He breathed. "What is it now, Jeffry?" Chase asked calmly. Jeffry inhaled until he could breathe normally. "Chase: I've got good news and bad news." He said finally. "Give me the good news." Chase said, his voice becoming suspicious. "Good news: the trucks are successfully cleansed and disinfected." Jeffry said. "Bad news?" "Bad news: we got zombies outside." Jeffry said, fear forming in teal eyes. Chase cussed once before hollering, "SEBASTIAN ANDERS,SAMSON, NATHAN, KENDRICK, ERIK, CHRIS, JACK, ANDREW: GET READY FOR WAR!" The sound of heavy footsteps was soon heard, violent and clashing. Jeffry then went back to his previous destination. "Who is he?" Chevy asked worriedly. "He's my day-time watchman. He watches for zombies and intruders during the day while four to six employees stay up all night patrolling the area." Chase said under his breath. Sab then freed himself from Chevy. "Let me in on this. The men may need help of some sort." He said bravely. "Sab, you-" Chase began but got cut off. Chevy took a step forward, not backing down. "I'll go too. The blood hasn't run out yet." She said, confidence in her hazel eyes. "You really are a Chevy. Silverado in the background and no one messes with the truck you are. Jeeze." Chase muttered, unable to hold them back. He sighed. "Come with me." He said, luring them to the storage unit.