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Castlevania & Resident Evil; Of Evil Design
Title: Of Evil Design
Fandom: Castlevania & Resident Evil
Prompt: Fandom Fusion, Zombies
Medium: Fic
Size: 2614 Words
Rating: M
Warnings: Cursing, Violence, Gore, and Body Horror.
Summary/Preview: After a deadly virus is unleashed on a small city in the Carpathian Mountains, three survivors, a rookie cop, field medic, and government agent, holed up in the local police station resolve to put a stop to the ravaging waves of undead before it spreads any further.
Notes: Follows the basic story line of the Resident Evil 2 remake.
Run.
Stagnant water sloshes beneath her feet as she stumbles through the dark corridor, running so fast that the beam of her flashlight is bouncing off of every which way but the way forward. She almost wishes she could drop her bag and free up some weight, but the supplies contained therein are too precious to discard so easily (and aside from that, her fellow survivors might have a thing or two to say about it.)
"Trevor?" she shouts into the dark, glancing behind her to see if those horrors were still in pursuit. "Adrian?!"
The shrill sound of shattering glass suddenly alerts her up ahead and she snaps her head around so quickly that it hurts. Her blue eyes widen and she slumps against the wall in disbelief as a shriveled, bloody husk of a woman comes crawling through the window just down the hall. Her hair is stringy and matted to her face, but the blood smeared around her mouth and her vacant eyes tell Sypha all she needs to know.
"Shit," she curses and fumbles with the gun Trevor gave her earlier. "Don't come any closer! I'll shoot!"
Moaning, mouth agape at an odd angle, the woman lifts her hands and staggers towards Sypha in spite of her warning.
"Stay back!" Sypha scream again, tears in her eyes.
A familiar voice shouts in the darkness, "Get down!"
Sypha barely has enough time to turn and see the zombie that has crept up behind her, arms outstretched as it reaches for her, but a bullet flies right between its eyes and incapacitates it, spraying her face with gore as she scrambles to get away from it. She hears the woman from the window breathing raggedly and shrieking as she comes nearer, and she fires a round into her arm by mistake, severing the limb at the shoulder, but missing her intended mark.
"Over here, ugly!" A man comes running at the zombie from the shadows with his combat knife drawn, ducking the zombie's fetid embrace as he juts up in the nick of time to plunge the blade into her gaping maw in a quick, upward thrust. He tears the weapon out with another spurt of blood coloring his already soiled uniform. "Damn."
"Are you all right?" asks the man with his long blonde hair tied into a high ponytail, Adrian, offering his hand to Sypha as he helps her stand. "Belmont and I were worried when the roof collapse separated us."
"This building should have been condemned ages ago," murmurs her other companion, a man with shorter, unkempt hair and a scar over one eye, a rookie cop. "Who turns a museum into a police station anyhow?"
Sypha lifts her handgun with a shaky hand, her eyes wide, and she fires a single shot that whizzes just past his ear, startling him. Both men see the zombie behind him fall once more, the woman who crawled through the window, and Sypha feels her knees starting to give out.
"Board the damn thing up before more come through," says Adrian, tending to Sypha as he helps steady her. "You're the one who insisted on keeping the window boards we found in the reception hall earlier, Belmont."
Trevor waves his hand dismissively and spins on his heel to stride right past the zombie, kicking her corpse to one side as he digs through his bag for the aforementioned boards for the window. Once he finishes hammering the barrier into place, he stashes everything back within his bag and slings it over his shoulder.
"This is fucking nuts," he murmurs, staring through the spaces left between the boards and out at the ruined, burning city surrounding the station. "And you said it's all because of some virus engineered by the Umbrella Corporation? That big pharmaceutical company?"
Adrian nods and offers his arm for Sypha to lean on, but she politely declines. "My father is the head researcher and founder of the G-Project, so yes; this was all Umbrella's doing."
"All because he lost her to an incurable disease," Sypha says softly, lowering her eyes. "Even with the advances in medical science, there are still some anomalies that have yet to be discovered or treated. This..." She gestures to the corpses around them. "As a field medic for the STARS unit stationed here, I've never witnessed anything this extreme."
Trevor unloads an empty clip from his handgun and replaces it with a fresh one, snapping it into place with a grunt. "Wasn't expecting my first day on the job to be anything like this," he admits, replacing the gun in its rightful holster, strapped at his chest. "Or that my superiors would be part of the problems that caused this nightmare..."
As Adrian advances down the hall, he stops at a corner and motions for Trevor to check if the coast is clear behind them as well. "Chief Laforeze is but one piece of the puzzle. If we can unlock the underground exit and quit this place, then we'll find the Nest, the hub of Umbrella's activity within the city."
Just as they're about to enter the main hall again, Trevor stops.
"Do you hear that?" he asks, pressing his ear to the bloodstained wall. "Listen."
Sypha feels her hair stand on end. "Footsteps?"
"Heavy ones at that," whispers Adrian, pulling the grenade launcher from the strap on his shoulder. "I suggest we move quickly if we're to locate the last medallion."
"Here," Trevor says to Adrian, pulling the detonator from his pack and handing it over. "Head to the west side of the building where we saw that C4 strapped to the cell. I'll try to lure away whatever is --"
The wall between them suddenly bursts open and debris flies everywhere, clouding the hallway with an impenetrable plume of plaster and smoke. Trevor coughs and reels from the blow, urging them to forge on ahead without him. Before Sypha has a chance to tell him what an idiot he is, Adrian grasps her hand and runs towards the main hall.
"Holy shit!" Trevor rasps as the smoke clears and an enormous fists swipes at him, narrowly missing. "What the fuck?!"
A hulking behemoth of a man towers over him, garbed in a trench coat and hat, and with a hard yet weathered-looking face that turns towards him, eyes unblinking. The very earth trembles beneath his boots as he takes a step towards Trevor, lunging with another punch.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" he stammers and rolls out of the way, scrambling to his feet. "What the hell are you supposed to be?! Dick Tracey meets the Terminator?"
Another swipe tells him that the man isn't amused, but he cuts his losses and ducks out with as ungraceful a bow as he can muster in this situation: running with his tail between his legs.
Thankfully, the colossus follows suit and ignores the direction that Adrian and Sypha took off in. Trevor, as he's wont to do, forms a strategy of escape as he's running down the hall and up to the second floor. Lose him on the fire escape, he thinks with a breathless huff, and then unload a flash grenade on him to get away.
"Shit," he curses as he rounds the corner to spy a zombie meandering in his way, most likely the pilot of the helicopter that crashed into the hallway earlier. "Couldn't have picked a worse time to drop in, buddy, but I'm gonna have to ask you to move!"
The zombie spots him and hisses, all teeth and gore as it turns to lumber towards him with its head tilted at an odd angle. With the way its head keeps bobbing, Trevor grimaces, its neck must have snapped after the collision. What with the tyrant close behind him, he knows he'll have to act fast.
"Just had to be a hallway that I get trapped in," he complains, pulling a flash grenade from his bag and tossing it behind him. "C'mere, you dirty little fucker!"
The barrel of his shotgun jams into the zombie's forehead just as the grenade goes off behind him, temporarily impairing the tyrant, and giving him just enough time to fire a pellet point blank into the zombie' head. At which point it promptly explodes and the skin sloughs away from its shattered skull like a wilted flower, gore and sinew splattering Trevor as he shoves it to one side and continues down the hallway. His heart races alongside him as he runs, throwing the fire escape door ajar and jumping over the side of the railing to land safely at the bottom of the stairs to save time.
Those heavy footsteps echo behind him, but he quickly and quietly slips back into the first floor hallway and continues until he reaches the main hall once more. The quickest route to the C4 he saw earlier with Adrian is through the library on the west side, he recalls, and he stealthily plunges ahead on the route mapped in his mind's eye.
A little contentment awaits him in the library because he and Adrian cleared the large room of undead earlier, and so he races through uninhibited until he reaches the door leading to the storage room just outside. As he grips the knob and turns it, a loud explosion rocks the entire station to its very foundation.
"Trevor!" Sypha calls to him, smiling as she runs up to help him. "We have the last medallion! Now we can --"
"Quiet," Adrian whispers again, suddenly at their side like a shadow unseen. "I heard something drop into the room after that explosion."
Trevor mutters, "Not to mention the Incredible Hulk is following me around..."
"Shh!" Adrian hisses, finger to his lips. "Get up and move quietly along the wall. Not another word."
As they creep along the wall and rubble in the room, they round the corner to see just what dropped in to investigate the sounds and smells surrounding the explosion. A large creature that seemed to be turned inside-out, something Adrian mentioned earlier as a 'licker,' brain exposed and all flesh and sinew as it crawled around on all fours; the body of a humanoid, but with claws extending from its feet and hands, and a large, fleshy tongue that slimed around its head from time to time.
Sypha swallows hard, feeling her heartbeat catching in her throat, and grasps Trevor's sleeve. Fingers feel around until they find hers, entwining them, and Trevor flashes a brief smile down at her for comfort's sake.
They continue following Adrian past the monster and the door to the adjacent hallway is just within arm's reach. No sooner does Adrian touch the door knob does the library door behind them suddenly get thrown ajar, and the tyrant ducks its ugly mug beneath the frame, spotting them instantly.
"Fuck it!" Trevor rasps and pulls another flash bang from his waist, jerking the ring off atop it with a grunt. "Run!"
Just as the licker screeches and comes towards them, so too does the tyrant, but neither one of them see the flash grenade that smacks the concrete between them. A loud noise rings out behind the trio as they dash into the hallway and make a break for the stairs, Adrian pauses to reload his grenade launcher and anticipates the licker pursuing them faster than the tyrant, aiming as it skitters quickly along the ground.
A shrill screech and it's left to burn in a sea of flames, writhing behind him as he sprints to catch up to his friends. Trevor motions to him and stretches out his hand, catching Adrian's and pulling him through the doorway while he holds Sypha's hand in the other. They all three run down the flights of stairs as fast as their legs can carry them, through the hallway and then into the west office until they arrive in the main hall again.
"Just one more piece to the puzzle and..." Sypha murmurs, placing the last medallion at the foot of the Goddess statue. "Look! It's opening!"
The station starts to echo with heavy thuds again, signaling the fast approach of the tyrant, and as the gates to the underground exit finally open, Adrian seizes both of his friends by the hands and quickly jerks them through. They hear a door being opened somewhere in the main hall, probably the second floor landing, but the iron grate closes before them, safely securing them inside.
"Okay, so..." Trevor breathes, trying to catch up to himself still. "What the fuck was that gigantic thing?"
Adrian furrows his brows. "I wish I knew."
Sypha frowns. "Aren't you a federal agent, though?"
"My superiors were also bought off by Umbrella," Adrian explains, pacing around the room. "The company has had this city in its pocket for the longest time. I just never realized until recently."
Trevor sighs and runs a hand through his grimy hair, stopping to sit on the corner of a desk at therear of the room. "I've changed my mind," he announces with a huff, pulling his handgun out. "If you're out to put a stop to Umbrella and all of this..." he gestures with a grimace. "Count me in."
"I'm coming, too," chimes in Sypha with a stern look of determination as she draws her own weapon, given to her by Trevor. "I may not be a great shot, but I have knowledge in other fields that may assist as well. Someone has to patch you two idiots up after a fight."
Adrian smiles back at her. "I welcome the aid and your company," he says, and then turns a little to regard Trevor with a smug grin. "And here I thought you were just another blustery, bumbling rookie with nothing but a pretty face to offer...I'm pleased to admit that I was wrong, Belmont; you've impressed me by making it this far."
"Ha!" Trevor scoffs at him, sliding off the desk. "You're the only pretty boy around here! I was shocked to learn you even knew how to handle a weapon!"
A bullet ricochets off the floor, narrowly missing Trevor's foot.
"Did you just call me 'pretty?'" Adrian asks, bemused.
"Shut the hell up," Trevor mumbles and strides past him, perturbed but with an unmistakable quiver in his voice.
Sypha laughs and runs over to get a better look. "Are you blushing?"
"I said," Trevor growls, "shut up."
Adrian replaces his handgun in its holster and snorts, "Leave your manners at home, Belmont?"
"Can we move on already?!" Trevor barks at last, spouting indignation with his face as red as a beet. "T-The sewers should be just ahead, if we're to believe what the Barbie doll said is true."
Sypha walks past him with a whistle. "You could just admit that you're hot for him," she whispers, grinning. "Or me."
"That would require honesty," Adrian finishes for her, following suit as he passes Trevor on their way to the elevator in the corner. "Besides, he's almost adorable when he's flustered like this."
Laughing, Sypha nods. "Agreed!"
Trevor just shuffles into the elevator and mashes the button with more force than necessary. "Is the end of the world really a good time to be going into shit like this?"
"Probably not," admits Sypha, leaning against him with a smile.
Adrian leans back against the walls of the elevator and catches Trevor's wandering gaze, smirking back at him. "We have to have a little fun, though, don't we?"
Groaning internally, Trevor knows this is going to be a long, wild ride, but would he want to wade through the muck and filth with anyone else?
Absolutely not.
Fandom: Castlevania & Resident Evil
Prompt: Fandom Fusion, Zombies
Medium: Fic
Size: 2614 Words
Rating: M
Warnings: Cursing, Violence, Gore, and Body Horror.
Summary/Preview: After a deadly virus is unleashed on a small city in the Carpathian Mountains, three survivors, a rookie cop, field medic, and government agent, holed up in the local police station resolve to put a stop to the ravaging waves of undead before it spreads any further.
Notes: Follows the basic story line of the Resident Evil 2 remake.
Run.
Stagnant water sloshes beneath her feet as she stumbles through the dark corridor, running so fast that the beam of her flashlight is bouncing off of every which way but the way forward. She almost wishes she could drop her bag and free up some weight, but the supplies contained therein are too precious to discard so easily (and aside from that, her fellow survivors might have a thing or two to say about it.)
"Trevor?" she shouts into the dark, glancing behind her to see if those horrors were still in pursuit. "Adrian?!"
The shrill sound of shattering glass suddenly alerts her up ahead and she snaps her head around so quickly that it hurts. Her blue eyes widen and she slumps against the wall in disbelief as a shriveled, bloody husk of a woman comes crawling through the window just down the hall. Her hair is stringy and matted to her face, but the blood smeared around her mouth and her vacant eyes tell Sypha all she needs to know.
"Shit," she curses and fumbles with the gun Trevor gave her earlier. "Don't come any closer! I'll shoot!"
Moaning, mouth agape at an odd angle, the woman lifts her hands and staggers towards Sypha in spite of her warning.
"Stay back!" Sypha scream again, tears in her eyes.
A familiar voice shouts in the darkness, "Get down!"
Sypha barely has enough time to turn and see the zombie that has crept up behind her, arms outstretched as it reaches for her, but a bullet flies right between its eyes and incapacitates it, spraying her face with gore as she scrambles to get away from it. She hears the woman from the window breathing raggedly and shrieking as she comes nearer, and she fires a round into her arm by mistake, severing the limb at the shoulder, but missing her intended mark.
"Over here, ugly!" A man comes running at the zombie from the shadows with his combat knife drawn, ducking the zombie's fetid embrace as he juts up in the nick of time to plunge the blade into her gaping maw in a quick, upward thrust. He tears the weapon out with another spurt of blood coloring his already soiled uniform. "Damn."
"Are you all right?" asks the man with his long blonde hair tied into a high ponytail, Adrian, offering his hand to Sypha as he helps her stand. "Belmont and I were worried when the roof collapse separated us."
"This building should have been condemned ages ago," murmurs her other companion, a man with shorter, unkempt hair and a scar over one eye, a rookie cop. "Who turns a museum into a police station anyhow?"
Sypha lifts her handgun with a shaky hand, her eyes wide, and she fires a single shot that whizzes just past his ear, startling him. Both men see the zombie behind him fall once more, the woman who crawled through the window, and Sypha feels her knees starting to give out.
"Board the damn thing up before more come through," says Adrian, tending to Sypha as he helps steady her. "You're the one who insisted on keeping the window boards we found in the reception hall earlier, Belmont."
Trevor waves his hand dismissively and spins on his heel to stride right past the zombie, kicking her corpse to one side as he digs through his bag for the aforementioned boards for the window. Once he finishes hammering the barrier into place, he stashes everything back within his bag and slings it over his shoulder.
"This is fucking nuts," he murmurs, staring through the spaces left between the boards and out at the ruined, burning city surrounding the station. "And you said it's all because of some virus engineered by the Umbrella Corporation? That big pharmaceutical company?"
Adrian nods and offers his arm for Sypha to lean on, but she politely declines. "My father is the head researcher and founder of the G-Project, so yes; this was all Umbrella's doing."
"All because he lost her to an incurable disease," Sypha says softly, lowering her eyes. "Even with the advances in medical science, there are still some anomalies that have yet to be discovered or treated. This..." She gestures to the corpses around them. "As a field medic for the STARS unit stationed here, I've never witnessed anything this extreme."
Trevor unloads an empty clip from his handgun and replaces it with a fresh one, snapping it into place with a grunt. "Wasn't expecting my first day on the job to be anything like this," he admits, replacing the gun in its rightful holster, strapped at his chest. "Or that my superiors would be part of the problems that caused this nightmare..."
As Adrian advances down the hall, he stops at a corner and motions for Trevor to check if the coast is clear behind them as well. "Chief Laforeze is but one piece of the puzzle. If we can unlock the underground exit and quit this place, then we'll find the Nest, the hub of Umbrella's activity within the city."
Just as they're about to enter the main hall again, Trevor stops.
"Do you hear that?" he asks, pressing his ear to the bloodstained wall. "Listen."
Sypha feels her hair stand on end. "Footsteps?"
"Heavy ones at that," whispers Adrian, pulling the grenade launcher from the strap on his shoulder. "I suggest we move quickly if we're to locate the last medallion."
"Here," Trevor says to Adrian, pulling the detonator from his pack and handing it over. "Head to the west side of the building where we saw that C4 strapped to the cell. I'll try to lure away whatever is --"
The wall between them suddenly bursts open and debris flies everywhere, clouding the hallway with an impenetrable plume of plaster and smoke. Trevor coughs and reels from the blow, urging them to forge on ahead without him. Before Sypha has a chance to tell him what an idiot he is, Adrian grasps her hand and runs towards the main hall.
"Holy shit!" Trevor rasps as the smoke clears and an enormous fists swipes at him, narrowly missing. "What the fuck?!"
A hulking behemoth of a man towers over him, garbed in a trench coat and hat, and with a hard yet weathered-looking face that turns towards him, eyes unblinking. The very earth trembles beneath his boots as he takes a step towards Trevor, lunging with another punch.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" he stammers and rolls out of the way, scrambling to his feet. "What the hell are you supposed to be?! Dick Tracey meets the Terminator?"
Another swipe tells him that the man isn't amused, but he cuts his losses and ducks out with as ungraceful a bow as he can muster in this situation: running with his tail between his legs.
Thankfully, the colossus follows suit and ignores the direction that Adrian and Sypha took off in. Trevor, as he's wont to do, forms a strategy of escape as he's running down the hall and up to the second floor. Lose him on the fire escape, he thinks with a breathless huff, and then unload a flash grenade on him to get away.
"Shit," he curses as he rounds the corner to spy a zombie meandering in his way, most likely the pilot of the helicopter that crashed into the hallway earlier. "Couldn't have picked a worse time to drop in, buddy, but I'm gonna have to ask you to move!"
The zombie spots him and hisses, all teeth and gore as it turns to lumber towards him with its head tilted at an odd angle. With the way its head keeps bobbing, Trevor grimaces, its neck must have snapped after the collision. What with the tyrant close behind him, he knows he'll have to act fast.
"Just had to be a hallway that I get trapped in," he complains, pulling a flash grenade from his bag and tossing it behind him. "C'mere, you dirty little fucker!"
The barrel of his shotgun jams into the zombie's forehead just as the grenade goes off behind him, temporarily impairing the tyrant, and giving him just enough time to fire a pellet point blank into the zombie' head. At which point it promptly explodes and the skin sloughs away from its shattered skull like a wilted flower, gore and sinew splattering Trevor as he shoves it to one side and continues down the hallway. His heart races alongside him as he runs, throwing the fire escape door ajar and jumping over the side of the railing to land safely at the bottom of the stairs to save time.
Those heavy footsteps echo behind him, but he quickly and quietly slips back into the first floor hallway and continues until he reaches the main hall once more. The quickest route to the C4 he saw earlier with Adrian is through the library on the west side, he recalls, and he stealthily plunges ahead on the route mapped in his mind's eye.
A little contentment awaits him in the library because he and Adrian cleared the large room of undead earlier, and so he races through uninhibited until he reaches the door leading to the storage room just outside. As he grips the knob and turns it, a loud explosion rocks the entire station to its very foundation.
"Trevor!" Sypha calls to him, smiling as she runs up to help him. "We have the last medallion! Now we can --"
"Quiet," Adrian whispers again, suddenly at their side like a shadow unseen. "I heard something drop into the room after that explosion."
Trevor mutters, "Not to mention the Incredible Hulk is following me around..."
"Shh!" Adrian hisses, finger to his lips. "Get up and move quietly along the wall. Not another word."
As they creep along the wall and rubble in the room, they round the corner to see just what dropped in to investigate the sounds and smells surrounding the explosion. A large creature that seemed to be turned inside-out, something Adrian mentioned earlier as a 'licker,' brain exposed and all flesh and sinew as it crawled around on all fours; the body of a humanoid, but with claws extending from its feet and hands, and a large, fleshy tongue that slimed around its head from time to time.
Sypha swallows hard, feeling her heartbeat catching in her throat, and grasps Trevor's sleeve. Fingers feel around until they find hers, entwining them, and Trevor flashes a brief smile down at her for comfort's sake.
They continue following Adrian past the monster and the door to the adjacent hallway is just within arm's reach. No sooner does Adrian touch the door knob does the library door behind them suddenly get thrown ajar, and the tyrant ducks its ugly mug beneath the frame, spotting them instantly.
"Fuck it!" Trevor rasps and pulls another flash bang from his waist, jerking the ring off atop it with a grunt. "Run!"
Just as the licker screeches and comes towards them, so too does the tyrant, but neither one of them see the flash grenade that smacks the concrete between them. A loud noise rings out behind the trio as they dash into the hallway and make a break for the stairs, Adrian pauses to reload his grenade launcher and anticipates the licker pursuing them faster than the tyrant, aiming as it skitters quickly along the ground.
A shrill screech and it's left to burn in a sea of flames, writhing behind him as he sprints to catch up to his friends. Trevor motions to him and stretches out his hand, catching Adrian's and pulling him through the doorway while he holds Sypha's hand in the other. They all three run down the flights of stairs as fast as their legs can carry them, through the hallway and then into the west office until they arrive in the main hall again.
"Just one more piece to the puzzle and..." Sypha murmurs, placing the last medallion at the foot of the Goddess statue. "Look! It's opening!"
The station starts to echo with heavy thuds again, signaling the fast approach of the tyrant, and as the gates to the underground exit finally open, Adrian seizes both of his friends by the hands and quickly jerks them through. They hear a door being opened somewhere in the main hall, probably the second floor landing, but the iron grate closes before them, safely securing them inside.
"Okay, so..." Trevor breathes, trying to catch up to himself still. "What the fuck was that gigantic thing?"
Adrian furrows his brows. "I wish I knew."
Sypha frowns. "Aren't you a federal agent, though?"
"My superiors were also bought off by Umbrella," Adrian explains, pacing around the room. "The company has had this city in its pocket for the longest time. I just never realized until recently."
Trevor sighs and runs a hand through his grimy hair, stopping to sit on the corner of a desk at therear of the room. "I've changed my mind," he announces with a huff, pulling his handgun out. "If you're out to put a stop to Umbrella and all of this..." he gestures with a grimace. "Count me in."
"I'm coming, too," chimes in Sypha with a stern look of determination as she draws her own weapon, given to her by Trevor. "I may not be a great shot, but I have knowledge in other fields that may assist as well. Someone has to patch you two idiots up after a fight."
Adrian smiles back at her. "I welcome the aid and your company," he says, and then turns a little to regard Trevor with a smug grin. "And here I thought you were just another blustery, bumbling rookie with nothing but a pretty face to offer...I'm pleased to admit that I was wrong, Belmont; you've impressed me by making it this far."
"Ha!" Trevor scoffs at him, sliding off the desk. "You're the only pretty boy around here! I was shocked to learn you even knew how to handle a weapon!"
A bullet ricochets off the floor, narrowly missing Trevor's foot.
"Did you just call me 'pretty?'" Adrian asks, bemused.
"Shut the hell up," Trevor mumbles and strides past him, perturbed but with an unmistakable quiver in his voice.
Sypha laughs and runs over to get a better look. "Are you blushing?"
"I said," Trevor growls, "shut up."
Adrian replaces his handgun in its holster and snorts, "Leave your manners at home, Belmont?"
"Can we move on already?!" Trevor barks at last, spouting indignation with his face as red as a beet. "T-The sewers should be just ahead, if we're to believe what the Barbie doll said is true."
Sypha walks past him with a whistle. "You could just admit that you're hot for him," she whispers, grinning. "Or me."
"That would require honesty," Adrian finishes for her, following suit as he passes Trevor on their way to the elevator in the corner. "Besides, he's almost adorable when he's flustered like this."
Laughing, Sypha nods. "Agreed!"
Trevor just shuffles into the elevator and mashes the button with more force than necessary. "Is the end of the world really a good time to be going into shit like this?"
"Probably not," admits Sypha, leaning against him with a smile.
Adrian leans back against the walls of the elevator and catches Trevor's wandering gaze, smirking back at him. "We have to have a little fun, though, don't we?"
Groaning internally, Trevor knows this is going to be a long, wild ride, but would he want to wade through the muck and filth with anyone else?
Absolutely not.