Deans POV:
I'm really excited for my date with Castiel tonight. I don't even know why, I just can't shake this feeling. We get back to the motel, and Sam and Rebecca are in bed. It's like 2 in the afternoon. Why are they sleeping? I decide if I have to be awake, so do they. So I wake them up.
"SAM!" I yell, then give a blood curdling scream. Him and Rebecca snap up, them both grabbing a weapon, trying to see the cause of my scream.
"Is it a hell hound?!?" Rebecca yells, looking frantically around. I burst out laughing, them looking confused. I can't believe they fell for it! They look so confused, and even Cas is laughing. I take one look at Rebecca's face, and fall on the ground in fits of laughter. She looks so pissed!
"OH MY GOD YOUR FACES!!" I gasp between laughs. I start to calm down. But one look at Sam's face sends me spiraling back. So funny! Their faces!
"Are you f*cking kidding me Dean!? I thought you were being killed by a hell hound or a demon or that Crowley found us! I was scared for my life! I thought I was about to die. You are such an asshole! What the hell is your problem?" Rebecca rages, sending me glares so deadly, I'm surprised the world hasn't been set on fire yet. Well, frankly I don't enjoy being yelled at by my bothers girlfriend.
"It was 2. In the afternoon. Why were you sleeping? And have you met Sam? It's hard to wake him up! So I scared you. All I did was yell his name then scream. So calm down. Jeez. " I yell back, muttering towards the end of my rant. She continues sending me daggers, until she grabs her coat, storms outside and slams the door. A few moments of silence pass, before Sam rants.
"God dammit Dean! When are you going to learn to grow up? I mean, how hard is it to simply shake us awake? You know Crowley is hunting us. You know how scary hunting can be at times. We have been doing this our entire lives. Rebecca has never done this! Ever. This is terrifying for her. You can't scare us like that! I thought you were dying, and I have seen you die a thousand times. She has never, ever seen someone die. Ever. She has nightmares! I was scared, she was shaking with fear when she walked out. She cares about you Dean. You too Cas. Why didn't you stop Dean? God, what is wrong with you two?" Sam yells, getting angrier and angrier as he continues. Me, being me, retaliates.
"Screw you Sam. You know what, our life is literally Hell on Earth. I know, we've both been there! So excuse me for wanting to have a little fun in my life!" I yell back. Sam gets this look in his eyes. He opens his mouth to yell back when we hear an ear percing scream.
"SAM! DEAN! HEEELLLPP!" Rebecca screams, my stomach turning, thinking of what caused it. Before I can blink, Sam and Cas are outside, me right on their heels. I look into the parking lot to see Raphael holding a knife against Rebecca's neck. That son of a b!tch!
"You let her go or so help me God I will kill every single last person who has ever spoken to you in a positive way Raphael!" Sam yelled, the anger forming a wall around us. I have never in my entire life seen Sam this mad. Ever. His fists are so clenched so hard, they are almost translucent. They are so white, I don't think any blood is reaching in hands.
"Hello boys. I have a mission for you. So some of my... creations, let's say, managed to escape from Hell. I want them back in hell. And you are going to do it for me. I will be watching you, and if you don't do this, I will send my own personal Hell Hound to kill this pretty little thing. Do we have an understanding?" Crowley speaks, Rebecca looking surprisngly not worried. She is really good at hiding her fear. I think about this mission, when a question pops into my mind.
"What is the creation? I mean, this is my life on the line. I want to know what we are walking into. And how many are we talking? Ten? Hundreds? Thousands? Ballpark number. And where are we going? How long do we have? I need details. Come on man, give us something to work with." Rebecca rambels on. She has a good point? What exactly are we walking into? I glance at Sam to see him staring at Rebecca, a look in his eyes that I can't read.
"Zombies. A few thousand. Racoon city. The zombies were created by Umberella Coperation. Well, the zombies somehow managed to give somone a way to unleash them, but anyways. They created a virus that broke containment and was released into the populace of Raccoon city. A few interested parties want this taken care of. Yada yada yada. Once you get there, you will have 24 hours to kill the zombies, before the city is bombed, and everyone-dead or undead is killed. Any more questions princess?" Crowley answers. Okay, that sounds resonable..
"Hang on. Why do we need to kill them if the city is getting bombed anyways? Won't that kill the zombies?" Sam asks. That's a good point. You can see Crowley getting visably more agrivated with each question.
"Do I need to give you every single detail? Or would you rather get ready because I am sending you there in.. Oh look, 7 minutes. Anymore questions?" Crowley yells. 7 minutes!? Sam and I look at each other, racing back inot the motel. We grab every weapon we have, throwing them into our duffel bag. We run to my baby, opening the trunk, grabbing every gun we have. I grab some knifes, and anything that could be useful.
"Ready boys?" Crowley asks, and we both nod. Crowley snaps his fingers and the next thing I know, me, Rebecca, Sam and Cas are on a building, with about 400 zombies shuffling around below us. Well this is going to be fun. So much for a date with Cas..
A Zombies POV:
Brrrraaaaaaiiiiiinnnnnnnnsssss. Mmmmmmmmmm ahhhhhhhh gggrrrrrrrr. Ugh, being a zombie is so difficult.
What, did you expect this to be just snarls the whole time? Well that would be pointless. I am actually quite intellegent. Most zombies are. We are just huge assholes and very sadistic, so we screw with you guys. Because we can. I mean, that's what the virus does. Turns the kindest person on Earth to a physcopath. Sometimes I wonder how life would be if we could fight the virus. Honestly? Being a cruel evil, blood thirsty monster isn't all great. Sometimes, it hurts. Despite contary belief, we do remeber our memories. The virus just makes us so cruel we don't care. It is so painful knowing your beautiful 2 year old daughter and your amazing wife are dead, because you ripped them to shreds. Hearing their screams, their cried, them begging you to stop, it would kill any normal person. But, we obviously aren't normal. I mean, our bodies also start decaying from eating raw human, and the virus causes decomposition, so I guess being a zombie isn't that great, but we have no choice. Anyways, so I was just stumbling around with Harold and Richard, looking for a meal. I'm getting quite sick of eating over weight men and/ or women who simply cannot outrun us. 78% of the population has been wiped out, turned or simply killed. Unfortunetly, I killed so many of those people. I was one of the first ones turned. Others were luckier. But, you can see the glass half empty if you want. I see it half full. At least, I'm trying to.
"errrgarhertur" Richard snarls, turning and running to the sound of gunfire. I look around, trying to find what made him take of like that. I smell, when suddenly I catch it. Humans! I look at Harold and we take off running, eager for fresh meat. I turn a corner, only to find Robert, Harold and about 200 other zombies litered on the ground. I look up and see new faces, shooting guns. Well, isn't this a lovely surpirse. New meat. Perhaps we shall feast tonight!
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I am soo sorry! I know this is really short and it's crappy. But I wanted to update. So here you go! What did you think? Did you like the zombies POV? I thought it would be cool. But yeah. Okay, so follow me on Twitter? Or I don't know.. Vote, comment, sing, cry because your idol doesn't know you exsists. All of the above. Love you guys!
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