Killing Floor: London Bridge just Burnt down

Chapter 2: Late nights for the apocalypse

Ed and Scully counted the cash they made by killing the zeds and brought a fourth of it to Mrs foster who was sitting in front of her husband's medical tent. "you know with how many new and weird fucked up things we see every day I thought that Fleshpound would've given us more money" Scully said quietly and annoyed, Scully takes the injector the medical team gave them and injected a light blue liquid into Fosters arm "well at least we have one healing injector... its better than nothing I suppose" Ed said laying back onto his bedroll "whats the blue stuff in them?" the Mrs asked "its made of the blood and flesh of the zeds, doctors say they aren't undead like real Zombies but they also don't show sighns of... well anything else human, no genitals, strange brains and their digestive tract is much more different than our" Ed explained, his cold and analytical explanation made Scully and Mrs Foster think he use to be a teacher "so in total, the Zeds might not be humans but were not sure all I know is, is that Horizine HAS something to do with this" scully sighed "not this again" and grabbed a bottle of whiskey out of his duffle bag at his bedroll "im serious, think about it. Weird fucked up humans start to riot and kill everyone and most people they bite and scratch don't turn but simply get a mild fever and then Horizine comes out with a way to HEAL your grave wounds as if its some magic and it that healing juice just so happens to be made with the blood and guts from the Zeds? Call me crazy but this coincidence" Ed explained getting very tense "and this is all coming from the guy in a chicken suit?" Mrs Foster said blankly trying not to laugh "he says its sewn shut and wont let me and my surgical DJ hands cut it off him, anyways.... Ed listen, Major Masterson told us to check out forest where it seems like a lot of zeds came from then as I promised we'll go check out those apartments you're fixated on and then we'll do some research on Horizine" Scully explained in a serious tone before taking a swig of the Rum before giving it to the Mrs "Ed, I worked as a taylor, if you were sewn into that suit you wouldn't have nearly as much manuverability. Don't lie to us its useless in a time like this at least if your lies are as shit as those sewing skills" she said staring at him, her eyes were blades stabbing into him but not judging. Ed looked down in shame and slight anger "Okay" he said in a pissed off tone "my family lived in those apartments and you saw those 'safehouse' signs aswell as I did. And I wear this shit fucking suit caus first the feathers make the Zeds loose their grip but... i... am I terrible dad and worse husband... this mascot was my daughters favorite and when I got the job at the mall it made me feel happy to know that im making my daughter laugh and smile again" Ed started out Firey but then started to get more sentimental "so you wear it because this way you can life as the new you?" scully asked "listen, I cant have kids, well I got a surgery ro hopefully let it be able to happen, im not going to continue talking caus I know myself and in moments like these I am to blunt and hurt peoples feelings, I don't know if openening up to strangers is the smartest move... but then again it is the end of the world so... I don't know" the mrs said and drank more of the Rum.

38 minutes and 2 bottles of rum later

"I love Fossy, though I feel like we've been growing apart" Mrs foster opened up to the others after getting to her 3rd bottle of rum "and we both know this, we talked about it twice by now... and I've been trying very hard to show him I love him but I'm afraid it's too late." She said while wiping her face "I don't think it's too late for love, I just think it depends on what type of love you give each other. If he's swearing and..." Ed stopped himself, he looked away and started to rub his hands together "if he's beating you or something like that, then it might be too late." Ed's voice cracked; the sheer sound of his sadness came through his mask. "I can't really speak about love all that much since I have never really had someone to love that way or felt like I needed it" Scully and Ed patted each other on their backs. "I find it kind of scary" he said, "what are we all talking about?" Mr Foster slowly walked out from the medical tent over to the group who were sitting around a lantern outside on a balcony. Mrs Foster jumped up and ran to him "Frosty!" she yelled "I'm doing okay, my beautiful drunk wife." He said and hugged her tightly "I heard you were talking about things you're scared of?" he asked as he walked over to a chair and slowly and painfully sat down. "yeah, well to be honest I can't imagine something scarier than what's happening right now.... The Zombie Apocalypse!" Ed said in an annoyed yet scared tone "I can imagine one thing... Flying spiders." Foster answered, "How about Crocodiles that walk on two legs and can run really fast" Scully said quickly and made Ed chuckle "What about clowns?" Mrs Foster said with a blank expression. Ed wheezed and burst out laughing, Scully took had taken his mask off to wipe away his tears. "screw you I can't wipe my tears away" Ed chuckled.

"so where were you all when shit hit the fan?" Mr foster asked while breathing slowly as to not hurt himself. "I Worked at a Shopping centre as a mascot for a diner, when all of this started... it was Horrible" Ed explained. "fuck that I was DJ-ing at a Alternitave club in a old shut down prison or something, it was chaos with flashing lights and the fucking dubstep... I survived caus I took the pyrotechnic shit and burned and exploded everything I could" scully's dutch accent and slight drunkenness made him sur through some words, they all breathed the fresh cold air. "I have a question" Scully began to ask them, he leaned forwards "so, tomorrow were going out again and we did save you guys." The Fosters faces became sour and annoyed "we almost died today, and you want us to go and almost die again?" Foster said. Scully nodded "well almost died is better than dying. Okay listen the general and the rest of the police are willing to pay us for killing zeds and sell us better weapons." Scully said.

"so, what we would be mercenaries?" as Foster asked; Scully nodded "They said they will increase the pay from once a wave to every Zed we kill" Ed looked at him "really?" he asked with a surprised tone"yeah! I was telling them its ridiculously hard to heal so they are giving us Welders to not only close of doorways but also to repair stuff, like your car, though I think a few actual mechanics are doing that." Scully told them while yawning, Foster looked at his wife, "if we ever get into a fight like today again how can we know you will help us or come back for us" he asked them "for all we know you two could've killed your last teammates." He started at them "hey I understand you distrust us, but when we got in your car we could've just shot you in the back of you head or not have told you that the palace is safe.... Just think about it, youll be helping a caus, you will become invaluable to the politics here and as far as we know wel will be with some of the first to get taken to France by helicopter." Scully said as he stood up and waddled to his bedroll slumping down "if we wanted to kill you we could've just let that fleshpound destroy you" Ed said and went to bed, foster nodded to himself "lets go to bed honey" he told the Mrs who had fallen asleep on his shoulder. "wait a second... did he just say well go to France.... Oh god the food there is horrible!" he muttered to himself as he painfully stood up.

INNER PEACE

Hmmm is England really the only place in the world where this all as happening?... on the one side that's good... but on the other.... i... don't know...

Im going to do what im best at, trust my gut and go with these people, if there is a chance we can get out of here I have to take it, and hey if we make some extra cash then so be it.