Genesis 2.0 (Monster Apocalypse Survival) Sci-Fi/DarkFan/Horror

~5~ Revised

Daniel, the too-gorgeous man-Angel, shifts uncomfortably from one foot to another. He shoots what I can only describe as nervous glances at the female Angel who materialized out of thin air. She looms over me and I swallow the lump in my throat.

It doesn't take much to convince me that she outranks him on whatever celestial soldier scale they use.

She wears her bright red hair cut short, I think it's called a "pixie cut," but she most certainly doesn't look like Tinkerbell. Unless Tink starting wearing a shiny golden, battle suit.

Said battle suit begins with an oddly shaped corset that curves across the top of battle-girl's inhumane perky breasts, in fact it barely manages to hold the perfect mounds in place. It's like one low bow and they'll both pop out like floaties held under water and suddenly let go.

Feeling more than a little self- conscience at my meager B-cups, I cross my arms over my chest, and continue studying the woman.

The body-hugging corset tapers off into matching gold pants, clinging just as snugly, to shapely legs and perfectly spaced hips.

Around her waist she wears an emerald green sash that looks like it's made of silk, along with matching ribbons twisting up and down her, otherwise bare, arms.

"I'm Aeriel," she murmurs and I jerk my eyes up to her face. She wears a slight smirk on a perfect face.

I hate her already.

"Hi," I mumble embarrassingly and turn to stare down Daniel. "What do you want with me?"

"It isn't what he wants," Aeriel answers instead. "It's what we need."

"Who's 'we'?" I, again, ask Daniel. Yeah, call me petty, but I just don't want to talk to the cover girl, supermodel of Angels.

"We need the cure for this plague," Daniel answers softly. "Demons are running amok, searching for it as well, only they don't want to stop this inferno, they want to harness it and use it for their Master."

And let's see, a Demon would refer to only one being as 'Master'. Well, that just iced on the cake.

"Forgive me for repeating myself, but what does any of this have to do with me?" I ask in the most demanding voice I can muster.

Now don't get me wrong, after years of being on the move; of never having a bona fide safe place to lay my weary head, it's nice to let my guard down and just be.

But, if this whole ordeal has taught me anything (other than there are hundreds of ways to kill a human, but very limited ones for Zombies) it's that no place is ever, truly safe.

Me and any other lucky soul who's managed to avoid the Zombie Apocalypse are cursed to an existence of constant alertness, always on the move and never, never trusting a stranger.

"You're the key," Daniel answers simply, and I don't miss the defeat in his voice. Whatever he means, he isn't happy with it.

"How-?"

"We don't know," Aeriel interrupts me. I think she knows I'm very close to giving them the finger and being on my merry way. Well, maybe they have me, because I'm not real sure where we are at the moment.

"Where are we?" I demand and finally turn to glare at the perfect female Angel. "And where is my stuff?"

One thing you don't mess with is a homeless person's crap. Ever. Not unless you wish for a slow, grueling death. Not after all we have to go through to collect the meager items to begin with. No, it isn't like I have valuables, but with the world the way it is now, every lighter can mean the difference between life and death.

Scavenging isn't like cave spelunking. It isn't like looking for treasure either. It's like a starving man looking for any crumb. It sucks. And I'd just upgraded my loot after the few things I'd found in Wal-Mart.

Daniel sighs heavily and I suppress the urge to smile. It won't do any good to let the Angels know I enjoy being a pain in the ass. But I need to get my kicks somewhere.

"May I ask you a question?" Aeriel folds her arms across her chest, effectively mirroring my own pose. She even quirks one eyebrow in that perfect arch only cartoon characters can pull off.

Heaving a put-upon sigh, I roll my eyes and mutely nod at her. I'm not sure what'll come out of my mouth should I open it, so it's best I go the safe route, and act as nice as possible.

"Where are you going?" she asks and I frown in confusion. "I don't mean right now, in this instant," she adds hastily. "I mean back on Earth. You've made it to Arkansas, where to next?"

Well, damn. I haven't given it much thought what with hiding from Zombies at every turn. Mainly I'm just surviving. But before I can tell them just that, they both jerk their bodies as straight as humanly possible, and raise their hands to their hearts in a salute-like manner.

"Then perhaps that's where we shall begin this story," a foreign male voice announces moments before yet another perfect being manifests directly before me.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Forgive any punctuation, spelling or grammatical errors. I wrote this on my phone using the app while scrambling to keep up with a 2 year old and 4 year old. Have pity on me, this little bit took me all day.

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