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tamingthemuseTitle: Breaking the Past
Fandom: Zombieland
Prompt: I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
Warnings: Angst, swearing
Rating: PG
Summary: They finally make that trip up to Columbus, Ohio.
It wasn’t like it was surprising. Columbus had seen it before. The waste land of old places, the destruction of homes and lives. He slung his rifle over his shoulder and leaned his head back on it. He closed his eyes because it was that hard to look at.
“Come on,” Tallassee hissed beside him.
He shook his head. He needed a minute. Tears prickled at his eyes, but he didn’t let them fall. He opened his eyes instead, and glanced down at what remained of Columbus Ohio. A name he’d taken, a persona he’d created. He stared down at the ruins of what his childhood had been. It hadn’t been a great childhood, but it wasn’t bad enough to deserve this.
The house had had grown up in was nothing more then a pile of embers with a kitchen sink still standing. He walked over to it, the ashes rustling up and floating around his legs. He touched the sink imagining his mother leaning over it as she quickly closed the curtains he’d opened on a hot summer day. She didn’t like having drapes open, said they’d get spied on. Neighbors were noisy like that and might try to steal your stuff if you weren’t looking.
Glancing around the remains of the street he smirked. No one was going to steal anything now. Ma might have liked it though. No neighbors, lots of quiet. She would have liked Zombieland, but she’d never gotten the chance.
They’d been closer to the center of town when a small gang of zombies had attacked them in a grocery store. Not a big deal. They were good at this now, then he’d saw a familiar face covered in blood.
“Ma,” he remembered crying out in a squeak. It must have sounded so dreadful. He froze, for the first time ever. Even with 406 he never hesitated. His mother reached for him and he remembered pats on the shoulders instead of those blood stained paws. He was sure she’d be dead by now. Taken down by someone else. Someone with no connections to her. Who besides him knew her anyways? Why was fate so fucking cruel they’d put her in this store, that they happen to stop at, and have her attack him?
Tallassee saved him from himself. A loud blast and a bullet went through her hair. She fell to the ground and he watched, dumbstruck. She’d never been much of a mother, but he’d never imagined her as a zombie. It didn’t seem possible this was the woman who had tried to raise him, given into all his phobias and kept him inside so the suns rays won’t ruin his eyesight.
“Ohio!” Wichita called from closer by the truck, a smile bringing him back to the present. He gave a little wave, but his mouth won’t smile, he couldn’t. There was nothing for him to smile about right now. He’d deal with this later though. When they weren’t exposed. When they had somewhere to go.
“Hey,” Tallassee said nudging him with something then pushing a crowbar into his hand, “I think you know what you need.”
He gripped the hard metal tightly before nodding.
He did. He knew exactly what he needed. He waited until Tallassee was out of striking distance. He pulled the crowbar back before swinging it forward hitting the sink and breaking the porcelain in two hunks with splinters spraying off here and there. He hit it again, across the pipe and the metal fell over with a huge dent in the side.
Columbus turned to what had once been a wall and started banging on it. The remains fell down and he kept going. Hitting it over and over again. He’d always hated these four walls. He’d wondered if without them he might have had a fighting chance. Maybe if he hadn’t been trapped here, with these paranoid home bodies, he would have made friends, had a life, had a future, before the possibility of all that was ripped from him. He’d never had a chance at a good life before zombies. How utterly retarded a parent could you be that it took an apocalypse to make your kid succeed?
Ash got into his lungs and made him cough. He had to stopped to cover his mouth. He was covered in black soot from head to toes, but he ignored it, walking towards the truck with confident, easy steps.
Whatever had he been back then, whoever. He wasn’t that guy anymore. He’d left that WoW addicted, Mountain Dew guzzling, shut in behind him. It had burned with that house. Columbus was no longer a façade, it was who he was. It was a better version of himself too. He felt sad that he didn’t miss who had had been. Shouldn’t he? Then again he’d never been anyone interesting, so maybe not.
He got into the back of the truck and shut the door. Wichita was sitting beside him, instantly putting a hand on his knee. He turned and gave her a little smile. If he was still down in his basement he’d never had had a chance with a chick this hot. One of the many perks to being the new, improved Columbus Ohio.
“Are we done with our coming of age moment already? I’d like to get out here. We’re ducks in the middle of an alligator pond,” Tallassee grumbled from the behind the steering wheel.
“Yeah, let’s get he hell out of here,” Columbus said trying to sound more excited then he felt.
“Whoo hoo next stop Tallassee,” he hooted from the front seat then started driving down the residential street at about fifty miles per hour.
“Why are we going to Tallassee again?” Little Rock asked turning in her chair to glance back at them.
“Because they have one of the biggest Twinkie factors in the world and if there is anywhere with one of those yellow, delicious fuckers left then that’s gotta be it!” Tallassee exclaimed before hitting the gas.
“And he wants to go so he can say we all enjoy a good, long ride to Tallassee,” Wichita teased and Tallassee flipped her off.
Home was where the insanely gunslinger, hot girlfriend and spunky twerp were. As they drove past the lines of roads filled with zombies that would happily eat them for dinner he felt at peace. He could die tomorrow, but now at least he had lived.
Fandom: Zombieland
Prompt: I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
Warnings: Angst, swearing
Rating: PG
Summary: They finally make that trip up to Columbus, Ohio.
It wasn’t like it was surprising. Columbus had seen it before. The waste land of old places, the destruction of homes and lives. He slung his rifle over his shoulder and leaned his head back on it. He closed his eyes because it was that hard to look at.
“Come on,” Tallassee hissed beside him.
He shook his head. He needed a minute. Tears prickled at his eyes, but he didn’t let them fall. He opened his eyes instead, and glanced down at what remained of Columbus Ohio. A name he’d taken, a persona he’d created. He stared down at the ruins of what his childhood had been. It hadn’t been a great childhood, but it wasn’t bad enough to deserve this.
The house had had grown up in was nothing more then a pile of embers with a kitchen sink still standing. He walked over to it, the ashes rustling up and floating around his legs. He touched the sink imagining his mother leaning over it as she quickly closed the curtains he’d opened on a hot summer day. She didn’t like having drapes open, said they’d get spied on. Neighbors were noisy like that and might try to steal your stuff if you weren’t looking.
Glancing around the remains of the street he smirked. No one was going to steal anything now. Ma might have liked it though. No neighbors, lots of quiet. She would have liked Zombieland, but she’d never gotten the chance.
They’d been closer to the center of town when a small gang of zombies had attacked them in a grocery store. Not a big deal. They were good at this now, then he’d saw a familiar face covered in blood.
“Ma,” he remembered crying out in a squeak. It must have sounded so dreadful. He froze, for the first time ever. Even with 406 he never hesitated. His mother reached for him and he remembered pats on the shoulders instead of those blood stained paws. He was sure she’d be dead by now. Taken down by someone else. Someone with no connections to her. Who besides him knew her anyways? Why was fate so fucking cruel they’d put her in this store, that they happen to stop at, and have her attack him?
Tallassee saved him from himself. A loud blast and a bullet went through her hair. She fell to the ground and he watched, dumbstruck. She’d never been much of a mother, but he’d never imagined her as a zombie. It didn’t seem possible this was the woman who had tried to raise him, given into all his phobias and kept him inside so the suns rays won’t ruin his eyesight.
“Ohio!” Wichita called from closer by the truck, a smile bringing him back to the present. He gave a little wave, but his mouth won’t smile, he couldn’t. There was nothing for him to smile about right now. He’d deal with this later though. When they weren’t exposed. When they had somewhere to go.
“Hey,” Tallassee said nudging him with something then pushing a crowbar into his hand, “I think you know what you need.”
He gripped the hard metal tightly before nodding.
He did. He knew exactly what he needed. He waited until Tallassee was out of striking distance. He pulled the crowbar back before swinging it forward hitting the sink and breaking the porcelain in two hunks with splinters spraying off here and there. He hit it again, across the pipe and the metal fell over with a huge dent in the side.
Columbus turned to what had once been a wall and started banging on it. The remains fell down and he kept going. Hitting it over and over again. He’d always hated these four walls. He’d wondered if without them he might have had a fighting chance. Maybe if he hadn’t been trapped here, with these paranoid home bodies, he would have made friends, had a life, had a future, before the possibility of all that was ripped from him. He’d never had a chance at a good life before zombies. How utterly retarded a parent could you be that it took an apocalypse to make your kid succeed?
Ash got into his lungs and made him cough. He had to stopped to cover his mouth. He was covered in black soot from head to toes, but he ignored it, walking towards the truck with confident, easy steps.
Whatever had he been back then, whoever. He wasn’t that guy anymore. He’d left that WoW addicted, Mountain Dew guzzling, shut in behind him. It had burned with that house. Columbus was no longer a façade, it was who he was. It was a better version of himself too. He felt sad that he didn’t miss who had had been. Shouldn’t he? Then again he’d never been anyone interesting, so maybe not.
He got into the back of the truck and shut the door. Wichita was sitting beside him, instantly putting a hand on his knee. He turned and gave her a little smile. If he was still down in his basement he’d never had had a chance with a chick this hot. One of the many perks to being the new, improved Columbus Ohio.
“Are we done with our coming of age moment already? I’d like to get out here. We’re ducks in the middle of an alligator pond,” Tallassee grumbled from the behind the steering wheel.
“Yeah, let’s get he hell out of here,” Columbus said trying to sound more excited then he felt.
“Whoo hoo next stop Tallassee,” he hooted from the front seat then started driving down the residential street at about fifty miles per hour.
“Why are we going to Tallassee again?” Little Rock asked turning in her chair to glance back at them.
“Because they have one of the biggest Twinkie factors in the world and if there is anywhere with one of those yellow, delicious fuckers left then that’s gotta be it!” Tallassee exclaimed before hitting the gas.
“And he wants to go so he can say we all enjoy a good, long ride to Tallassee,” Wichita teased and Tallassee flipped her off.
Home was where the insanely gunslinger, hot girlfriend and spunky twerp were. As they drove past the lines of roads filled with zombies that would happily eat them for dinner he felt at peace. He could die tomorrow, but now at least he had lived.
