*Discontinued* Project Storm

18. Rooftop

(Trigger Warning- Nightmare: {Containment, torture, cuts, blood, experimentation})

Virgil could feel the straps digging into his skin. They didn't bother with any cloth this time. They simply let the leather burn and tear at his skin as he struggled... and boy did Virgil struggle. He was stuck there in the cold dark listening to the maniacal laughter as his wrists and ankles bled from too much movement. Virgil could hear them, but couldn't see them. The men and women that held him captive. He wasn't a freak. He wasn't a monster. 

They were the monsters.

A light turned on over his head to reveal a sickening sight. A familiar face just smiled at the blood, cuts, and scars that littered his flesh. Virgil was simply just unfinished art. A mural of human monstrosity. A picture portraying the demonic mentality a single man could have. He was nothing more than the doctor's plaything.

Virgil didn't want to come back. He didn't want to go through all of this again. They tied him up the moment he had got on sight. Virgil was nothing but their possession. He was theirs and he would never be able to escape again. He was stuck. Stuck in this cacophony of warped and monstrous screams filled with agony and the laughter that was oozing such sick psychotic pleasure.

Why couldn't they just leave him alone? Why couldn't they just give up? Why... Why didn't he save him? Roman... Why didn't he protect him? RoMaN? Why... WHY DID HE JUST HAND VIRGIL OVER?!

"ROMAN?!" Virgil screamed out jumping up in shock as the remnants of sleep slowly slipped through his fingers. He could hear shuffling around the room as he curled up into a fetal position. It was a dream. Just another nightmare but... the fear would just not go away. He was a prisoner in this apocalypse, nothing but a ticket to fortune. He knew they wouldn't protect him. That HE wouldn't protect him. He said it himself. He had a job to do and he'd do it regardless of the cargo. Virgil had been reduced to cargo... nothing but a lost possession. He...

"Virgil?" Virgil slowly looked up to see Roman kneeling down in front of him and he tensed up.

"What do you want?" Virgil's voice was hoarse and clearly strained as he slowly started to get up. His head was spinning badly. To be completely honest, he just wanted to stay down but that means death in a world like... wait. Virgil glanced around in total confusion and frowned. "Where the hell are we?" Roman paled and looked away as Virgil slowly stood himself up. They were on a roof. Why were they on a roof? How did they get on a roof? But more importantly... "Where are the others?"

"Virgil..." Roman tried to reach out for him but Virgil just stumbled back to avoid him as he looked around more. He walked over to the edge and completely froze up. They were on top of the hospital. He could see the car pile-up... without a single zombie in sight.

"R-Roman... w-where is everyone?" Roman's face fell, making Virgil crash. It would be a lie if he said that he didn't think about far a drop it was.

"I don't know."Virgil just lost it. He didn't really understand why. After all, it wasn't like he cared about the men forcing him to return to his captors but even still he couldn't stop how he flipped out.

"What?" Roman's eyes went wide at the way Virgil's voice dropped to a growl. Virgil slowly stalked over to him as he backed up in anxiety. "What do you mean you 'don't know'?"

"Things were happening and..."

"And what Princey?" His eyes narrowed as he froze up, walking back into a wall. "What happened to 'having people you needed to protect'? Where are they, Princey? Where the fuck are..." Virgil jumped back hearing zombies slam against the door and he frowned. The door was blocked on this side, which means... Roman had locked them up there to escape the z's. Why? What...

"For some reason, you were attracting them," Roman spoke softly as Virgil just stood there shaking his head. "Virgil, it was like you were calling out for them. They were responding to your fear. I-I had no choice."

"No choice? No choice to do what?" Virgil felt as Roman placed a reassuring hand on his back, as he started to shake. "You mean... I'm stuck... up here... with no way out?"

"Virgil, I don't think..."

"I'm stuck... I'm trapped... I-I can't..." He couldn't handle confinement. He couldn't handle this at all. He... He was starting to shake badly again as the anxiety bubbled up. "Roman, I have to leave. I can't be stuck up here. I have to..."

"Virgil, breathe." Roman spun him around, holding his shoulder firmly to help ground him, as he took dramatic breaths for Virgil to follow. Virgil tried. He really did but it was like the walls were closing in and considering THEY WERE ON THE ROOF AND THERE WERE NO WALLS! Virgil couldn't help but whimper. He hated this. He hated being weak. He hated being stuck. He hated all of this. Every last...

This intrusive and loud horn blared through the area causing both of them to jump. They both shot each other a look before running over to the edge to see Logan on the car pile with this box in his hands. It had wires connecting to all the cars. Logan gave them a salute before flipping a switch and causing all the cars to go off at once. Virgil had to cover his ears at the loud noise. It was making his head spin. Before he knew it he was in Roman's arms being led away from the ledge. He carefully sat Virgil down on the floor before running over to the door. Virgil just narrowed his eyes as Roman pressed his ear to it and frowned. Virgil, of course, crawled back over to the ledge.

He could see zombies slowly pouring out of the hospital going back to the pile-up. Thankfully Logan was no longer there, having run before the zombies could get to him. Virgil couldn't stop shaking. He felt a hand go to his shoulder, making him look up to see Roman giving him this soft smile.

"You ready?" Virgil frowned as Roman helped him to his feet.

"Are you?" Roman just laughed as he pulled his knife out of his holster. Virgil frowned as he realized he should really try and find a melee for himself. Better to be safe than sorry... "I'm not the one they want here."

"It's ok, Virgil." Roman spoke softly as he led the smaller back over to the door. Virgil just stood there and watched as he grabbed the plank firmly, before shooting back this smile. "On three ok?"

"1." Virgil called out as he pulled his gun out, making sure to check the chamber before cocking it back to load it.

"2." Virgil took a deep breath as Roman gripped the plank tighter, the other's voice actually shaking a bit but neither thought to mention it.

"3!"