Primus' Hellscape Horrorland

Zombie

A Cybertronian Seeker's death is witnessed by two teens, but they find a strange purple substance in their chest and decide to use it for a trend.

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Christian and Stevie exchanged lighters as they walked the edge of the suburbs, lighting their street-bought weed. They were bored and decided to just take a stroll, not that either of their parents cared if they were at least with each other.

It was a warm summer night, and the fireflies were moving about in the fields across the way, perfect time to just dip from their houses for a few hours. No school, no worries, and nothing really happened in the suburbs anyway. They were on their way to a small gas station just a few blocks at the edge of the suburbs for some alcohol to add to the mix.

As they talked, Christian and Stevie both noted a weird noise coming from the woods past the field. They ignored it thinking it was just a small after effect of the weed. A sudden crash in the field had both teens turn to see two Seekers bouncing before one got up fast and snarled. Both were Decepticons and the red one aimed his weapon at the other. The teens drew close enough to get a good view before Christian started recording.

The red Seeker fired, sending the green-striped silver one backwards onto a tree that toppled from the force. Although the tactic seemed cowardly in the teens' eyes, it was still epic until they noticed something abnormal from the silver Seeker. Purple light blared through not just the optics and bio lights but the chest cavity as well. Normally, Transformers didn't have glowing chests, not to mention they soon saw her roar animalistically, almost like she wasn't right in the head.

Everytime the silver Seeker lunged, the red one frantically fired at her trying to keep his distance. Shooting off her arm did nothing but when she drew too close, the defensive Seeker jammed his blaster right into her chest and, with a massive explosion, blew a large hole into the chassis. The silver Seeker went limp with one last growl before he tossed her. Panting, the red Seeker peered around hoping no one heard before transforming into an F-35 and bolting towards the sky.

The teens stared in awe and when the victorious Seeker left, they looked at the dead one with interest. Christian was quick to say, "Dude, do you think we can salvage the parts?"

Stevie frowned, "What parts? They just got blown to smithereens. But did you see how that one was acting? They were a beast, man!"

"Well, since we're here and they're dead, want to get a closer look?"

Stevie paused at first before nodding his head with a wicked grin, tapping his friend's shoulder who was equally giddy. They ran to the silver Seeker's corpse, walking around her to see the extent of the damage. Aside from the obnoxious hole in the chest, there was deterioration on the abdomen and neck. It didn't look like rust exactly, but it didn't look natural either.

"Wicked!" Stevie gasped, examining the twin rockets attached to the arm of the Seeker. He gently tapped them before sliding his hand over the smooth and deadly armored explosive. "They carry around these things like it's just their everyday wallet. Can you imagine carrying a weapon you could spawn on your person out of the blue in a millisecond. I wish my arm could have a blaster or rocket attached."

"And what? Blow yourself up by accident with the wrong gesture? No thanks," Christian smirked.

As Stevie stood up, he caught in the corner of his eye a faint purple glow in the hole of the chest. "Hey, isn't this guy dead?"

Christian looked at him before trailing him in the direction he was peering at and saw the eerie glow too. They both stood still unsure what to do when Christian whispered, "Maybe we should go, man."