Too Many Bloody Days Later
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1 through F › 28 Days Later
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
Views:
8,095
Reviews:
26
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own 28 Days Later, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Ready?
A/N: yes..I’m back. The story’s back. Another chapter is uploaded. I’m sorry it took me helluva long time, but I lost interest a while back, but now!my dear children..I have returned! Also, I have nothing to do today (on a Saturday night, OMFG) and I can’t be fucked with doing my homework (I know I’m restless and bored on Saturdays, but I’m not THAT restless and bored). I COULD have ended the story at chapter seven, but I figured I owed you guys this much...I owe you a proper ending.
SUMMARY: ..I can’t tell you what happens next, silly! Last chapter was a cliffhanger…I think.
DISCLAIMER: ..I own nothing. This is for my personal entertainment and artistic outlet only, and I don’t make money off it. Sadly.
Anyway:
TOO MANY BLOODY DAYS LATER
Chapter 8: “Ready?”
“What the bloody...?!”
Jim and Clifton were startled by a familiar voice coming from the doorway. Their heads shot up simultaneously, to see a confused and aggravated Mitchell standing in the doorway, Selena and Hannah behind him.
Clifton had forgotten all about what he first came here to do; to prepare Jim for the escape. Now Mitchell was here with Selena and Hannah, ready to go. But the death of the major had put an immediate stop to things.
“Did he do this??” the corporal yelled, and gestured to the limp, nude figure lying on the bed.
Neither Clifton nor Jim knew what to say – or rather, Clifton didn’t know what to say, and Jim just didn’t care enough to want to answer.
Mitchell stepped further into the room, and before Clifton – who was now stuttering, trying to find the right words – could answer his previous question, the corporal shouted “He’s fucking dead, isn’t he..?!”
“Please..keep your voice down...”
“The fuck I will!” Mitchell yelled, and stepped over to Jim, gripping him by the shirt collar. “This little shit did this!”
“Mitch, please..”
“I told you it was a bad idea to involve him! He’s bloody dangerous!”
Selena and Hannah still looked on, keeping in the background and letting their hands entwine as they grew more and more anxious.
“- Mitchell.”
“Yes?” the corporal panted, slightly exhausted by his own tantrum.
Clifton gestured toward the girls, who now had terrified looks on their faces.
Mitchell took one quick look, and resumed challenging the private with his stare.
“..I say we ditch mr. Boytoy here.”
“Now, d-“
“- I didn’t arrange an escape for the birds so that this wanker here,” Mitchell said, firming his grip on Jim’s collar, “- could muck it all up for us!”
“Look, Jim had his reasons, an-“
“I don’t give two monkeys about that, you daft prick..! I didn’t want to bring him along in the first place!”
Mitchell turned to the girls, and said in a most gentle, but eerie tone: “..Five’s a crowd, you know.”
Seeing the look in his eyes, it dawned upon everyone in the room just what had been Corporal Mitchell’s plan all along. As Jim’s mind fought with itself, trying to find the best way to take the corporal by surprise and take control of the situation, like he’d done with the major earlier on, Clifton stood there, stunned. He couldn’t imagine that Mitchell – the very same man that had first come up with the idea of the escape – was capable of such selfishness. Clifton had joined him, in good faith that Mitchell’s plan, too, was to bring the girls to safety and let them start a new life with Jim. Now he realized he’d been sadly mistaken.
“What’s all this noise about, eh?” someone yelled from down the hallway.
Everyone in the bedroom froze.
Not long after, Sergeant Farrell and a couple of privates showed up.
“What’s going o- bloody hell!” Farrell had spotted the body, and turned to Mitchell for an explanation. But the corporal wasn’t swift enough.
“He killed him!” Jim cried. “He came in here and strangled him right before my eyes! And he’s trying to take Selena and Hannah away, too..!”
Mitchell’s eyes shot daggers at the pale young man, and gripped him hard by the neck.
“You little shit...!”
All of a sudden, he could hear a gun being loaded. He looked up, and found himself staring into the barrel of it.
“..Let go of him. Now.”
No one had seen Farrel this authoritive before. It scared them all, and perhaps most of all the corporal.
Mitchell let go and put his hands in the air, albeit reluctantly. Jim slipped away from where he was standing and went to protect the girls.
“He’s lying.”
“I very much doubt that, corporal.” Farrell said, still pointing the gun at Mitchell. The entire room was silent.
“Would you rather believe him than me??”
“Yes, as a matter of fact. Now keep your mouth shut or I’ll bloody well shoot ye.”
“I-“
Mitchell’s talking was soon interrupted by Farrell firing shots just beside the corporal’s head. Mitchell froze, almost soiling his trousers.
“I meant what I said. And next time I won’t miss, either.”
There was no doubt in the sergeant’s mind who was at fault here; he knew Mitchell was on rather poor terms with the major as of late, and that he had had his eyes on Selena and Hannah ever since they came here... Him being all nice to them had seemed suspicious to Farrell – it had obviously been a part of his sneaky scheme to get them both for himself.
“Right,” said the sergeant. “..let’s take him to the cellar, lads.”
Farrell motioned for Clifton to stay behind.
“Take care of them, Clifton, while we deal with this bastard.”
“Yes, Sir.”
When the other military men had rounded the corner, Clifton smiled cheekily to the three civilians that were standing across from him.
“..Ready?”
Down in the cellar, Farrell lit a match and sat back on his chair to enjoy a cigarette. As the other soldiers were upstairs and back in their bunks, the sergeant had taken it upon him to guard the now tied-up Mitchell for the rest of the night. Right now Farrell was playing with the thought of letting the corporal speak, having considered it for the last fifteen minutes.
“Alright then. Speak your mind.”
“He was lying.”
“Don’t try to take the piss out of me, Mitch.”
Mitchell decided to rephrase: “Jim killed the major. Clifton was with him when I came down here...we were carrying out an escape for the girls, the two of us. And Clifton insisted on having that little shit come along. For all I care we could have left him here with West.”
“You’re not..trying to take the piss, are you?”
“I’m not.”
Farrell sat back, not sure whether he should believe the man or not.
Mitchell continued; “I came down with the girls, and they were in the bedroom..West was dead. And now they’re probably gone, all four of them. Due to your bloody ignorance.”
He felt a dull pain in his left jaw. Farrell had punched him.
“Why the fuck should I believe you.”
Mitchell laughed bitterly. “Silly Farrell..what did you think that sound we heard a little while ago was? ..A bleedin’ blender??”
Farrell’s head finally put two and two together. He could distinctly remember hearing a “vroom”-sound outside, but at the time he had thought no more of it.
The sergeant shot up, leaving Mitchell in the cellar to fend for himself.
“- Good boy.”
Well outside, Farrell saw no sign of Clifton, nor their civilian guests. But he did, however, find that one of the jeeps was missing.
When he went closer to inspect, he found that all the tyres on all the jeeps were flat, punctured with a sharp object. Last time he saw Clifton, he had a combat knife in his belt...
“..Well, shit.”
THE END
Whoo boy, that sucked. At least I got it finished. Sorry it says nothing about what happens next with the escapees, but I’m not really good at writing that kind of stuff, and I was sort of afraid that it could ruin the whole thing. Also, I pay my sincerest apologies to the people who thought there would be some Clifton-on-Jim-luvvin’... I just didn’t find anywhere I could slip that in. Don’t get me wrong; I really wanted to.. ;) I guess it’s up to you, the readers, to decide what happens next. Feel free to write a continuation of it if you’re dissatisfied with my ending. Much love!
..oh and yeah, I did actually write this the second I saw that people were requesting another chapter, but apparently AFF.net was having some server trouble or something the last time I was trying to upload it. Sorry ‘bout that.
SUMMARY: ..I can’t tell you what happens next, silly! Last chapter was a cliffhanger…I think.
DISCLAIMER: ..I own nothing. This is for my personal entertainment and artistic outlet only, and I don’t make money off it. Sadly.
Anyway:
TOO MANY BLOODY DAYS LATER
Chapter 8: “Ready?”
“What the bloody...?!”
Jim and Clifton were startled by a familiar voice coming from the doorway. Their heads shot up simultaneously, to see a confused and aggravated Mitchell standing in the doorway, Selena and Hannah behind him.
Clifton had forgotten all about what he first came here to do; to prepare Jim for the escape. Now Mitchell was here with Selena and Hannah, ready to go. But the death of the major had put an immediate stop to things.
“Did he do this??” the corporal yelled, and gestured to the limp, nude figure lying on the bed.
Neither Clifton nor Jim knew what to say – or rather, Clifton didn’t know what to say, and Jim just didn’t care enough to want to answer.
Mitchell stepped further into the room, and before Clifton – who was now stuttering, trying to find the right words – could answer his previous question, the corporal shouted “He’s fucking dead, isn’t he..?!”
“Please..keep your voice down...”
“The fuck I will!” Mitchell yelled, and stepped over to Jim, gripping him by the shirt collar. “This little shit did this!”
“Mitch, please..”
“I told you it was a bad idea to involve him! He’s bloody dangerous!”
Selena and Hannah still looked on, keeping in the background and letting their hands entwine as they grew more and more anxious.
“- Mitchell.”
“Yes?” the corporal panted, slightly exhausted by his own tantrum.
Clifton gestured toward the girls, who now had terrified looks on their faces.
Mitchell took one quick look, and resumed challenging the private with his stare.
“..I say we ditch mr. Boytoy here.”
“Now, d-“
“- I didn’t arrange an escape for the birds so that this wanker here,” Mitchell said, firming his grip on Jim’s collar, “- could muck it all up for us!”
“Look, Jim had his reasons, an-“
“I don’t give two monkeys about that, you daft prick..! I didn’t want to bring him along in the first place!”
Mitchell turned to the girls, and said in a most gentle, but eerie tone: “..Five’s a crowd, you know.”
Seeing the look in his eyes, it dawned upon everyone in the room just what had been Corporal Mitchell’s plan all along. As Jim’s mind fought with itself, trying to find the best way to take the corporal by surprise and take control of the situation, like he’d done with the major earlier on, Clifton stood there, stunned. He couldn’t imagine that Mitchell – the very same man that had first come up with the idea of the escape – was capable of such selfishness. Clifton had joined him, in good faith that Mitchell’s plan, too, was to bring the girls to safety and let them start a new life with Jim. Now he realized he’d been sadly mistaken.
“What’s all this noise about, eh?” someone yelled from down the hallway.
Everyone in the bedroom froze.
Not long after, Sergeant Farrell and a couple of privates showed up.
“What’s going o- bloody hell!” Farrell had spotted the body, and turned to Mitchell for an explanation. But the corporal wasn’t swift enough.
“He killed him!” Jim cried. “He came in here and strangled him right before my eyes! And he’s trying to take Selena and Hannah away, too..!”
Mitchell’s eyes shot daggers at the pale young man, and gripped him hard by the neck.
“You little shit...!”
All of a sudden, he could hear a gun being loaded. He looked up, and found himself staring into the barrel of it.
“..Let go of him. Now.”
No one had seen Farrel this authoritive before. It scared them all, and perhaps most of all the corporal.
Mitchell let go and put his hands in the air, albeit reluctantly. Jim slipped away from where he was standing and went to protect the girls.
“He’s lying.”
“I very much doubt that, corporal.” Farrell said, still pointing the gun at Mitchell. The entire room was silent.
“Would you rather believe him than me??”
“Yes, as a matter of fact. Now keep your mouth shut or I’ll bloody well shoot ye.”
“I-“
Mitchell’s talking was soon interrupted by Farrell firing shots just beside the corporal’s head. Mitchell froze, almost soiling his trousers.
“I meant what I said. And next time I won’t miss, either.”
There was no doubt in the sergeant’s mind who was at fault here; he knew Mitchell was on rather poor terms with the major as of late, and that he had had his eyes on Selena and Hannah ever since they came here... Him being all nice to them had seemed suspicious to Farrell – it had obviously been a part of his sneaky scheme to get them both for himself.
“Right,” said the sergeant. “..let’s take him to the cellar, lads.”
Farrell motioned for Clifton to stay behind.
“Take care of them, Clifton, while we deal with this bastard.”
“Yes, Sir.”
When the other military men had rounded the corner, Clifton smiled cheekily to the three civilians that were standing across from him.
“..Ready?”
Down in the cellar, Farrell lit a match and sat back on his chair to enjoy a cigarette. As the other soldiers were upstairs and back in their bunks, the sergeant had taken it upon him to guard the now tied-up Mitchell for the rest of the night. Right now Farrell was playing with the thought of letting the corporal speak, having considered it for the last fifteen minutes.
“Alright then. Speak your mind.”
“He was lying.”
“Don’t try to take the piss out of me, Mitch.”
Mitchell decided to rephrase: “Jim killed the major. Clifton was with him when I came down here...we were carrying out an escape for the girls, the two of us. And Clifton insisted on having that little shit come along. For all I care we could have left him here with West.”
“You’re not..trying to take the piss, are you?”
“I’m not.”
Farrell sat back, not sure whether he should believe the man or not.
Mitchell continued; “I came down with the girls, and they were in the bedroom..West was dead. And now they’re probably gone, all four of them. Due to your bloody ignorance.”
He felt a dull pain in his left jaw. Farrell had punched him.
“Why the fuck should I believe you.”
Mitchell laughed bitterly. “Silly Farrell..what did you think that sound we heard a little while ago was? ..A bleedin’ blender??”
Farrell’s head finally put two and two together. He could distinctly remember hearing a “vroom”-sound outside, but at the time he had thought no more of it.
The sergeant shot up, leaving Mitchell in the cellar to fend for himself.
“- Good boy.”
Well outside, Farrell saw no sign of Clifton, nor their civilian guests. But he did, however, find that one of the jeeps was missing.
When he went closer to inspect, he found that all the tyres on all the jeeps were flat, punctured with a sharp object. Last time he saw Clifton, he had a combat knife in his belt...
“..Well, shit.”
THE END
Whoo boy, that sucked. At least I got it finished. Sorry it says nothing about what happens next with the escapees, but I’m not really good at writing that kind of stuff, and I was sort of afraid that it could ruin the whole thing. Also, I pay my sincerest apologies to the people who thought there would be some Clifton-on-Jim-luvvin’... I just didn’t find anywhere I could slip that in. Don’t get me wrong; I really wanted to.. ;) I guess it’s up to you, the readers, to decide what happens next. Feel free to write a continuation of it if you’re dissatisfied with my ending. Much love!
..oh and yeah, I did actually write this the second I saw that people were requesting another chapter, but apparently AFF.net was having some server trouble or something the last time I was trying to upload it. Sorry ‘bout that.