Night Of Fear [The Move RPS Fic]
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queerlygenTitle: Night Of Fear
Creator:lexicalcrow
Universe: The Move RPS
Type of work: Fiction, ~1,500 words
Contains: Mild descriptions of violence; implied character death; zombies; some strong language; shock-and-acid-induced mental breakdown; minor references to a romantic/sexual pairing (Roy Wood/FtM!Bev Bevan), but no sexual content (other than a kiss).
Summary and/or notes: This is a zombie AU version of one of my (unfinished)![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
lgbtfest fics for this year. Set in November 1967 during an epic tour with Jimi Hendrix and Pink Floyd, their concert in Cardiff ends in a decidedly apocalyptic fashion.
Night of Fear
November 23rd, 1967, Cardiff Castle, Cardiff, Wales
Roy wasn't sure what had started it. Their set had been fairly uneventful, albeit interspersed with lightning strikes, some hitting rather close. The rain grew more persistent, yet it fell no heavier. Roy was quite sure he would be okay once the show was over and he was somewhere dry and warm. He was trying to ignore the dark red tinge the clouds had acquired.
When he looked back towards the rest of the band, he was more than a little surprised to see Carl swinging that notorious axe of his at someone as they climbed up on the stage. Roy looked away in horror. Then someone grabbed his arm and dragged him away. The guitar lead unplugged itself with a ping and fell back to the stage.
Whoever had his arm yelled, "Leave it, man, we gotta run!"
One look at the zombies attempting to clamber up towards them made Roy decide that running for his life was a very good idea.
They managed to get under the cover of the old castle just before it really started to rain. The grounds were becoming a mud pit as people fled in all directions. Roy found himself dragged into a small alcove right before a group of people ran past. An arm wrapped around his chest from behind and a hand covered his mouth. Roy tried to break free, but whoever was with him whispered harshly in his ear.
"Calm the fuck down, I'm trying to stop you getting killed."
Roy settled, though he was still held tightly. They were hidden in shadow, down the corridor far enough that they couldn't be seen, and Roy watched helplessly as people ran past. He still wasn't sure just what had happened. He could hear people screaming. That it was loud enough to be heard over the storm was not comforting.
Roy wasn't let go until they were completely alone. Taking a moment to settle his breathing, he realised he still had his guitar with him. Somehow he'd forgotten to get rid of it as he was dragged away. He slipped it over his head and leant it against the wall. He turned to see who was with him and couldn't work out whose face he could see in the darkness.
"What the fuck's going on? Who are you?" Roy said, staring into the darkness as if it would elicit answers.
Taking a step forward, Roy was finally able to recognise Carl's face as he glared at him. "You nearly got us killed, that's what. Didn't you see them? The zombies? Fucking mental."
Roy wasn't sure what was going on. He was quite sure he was not high, which would at least excuse the horror. But it seemed too incredible to be real. He glanced down at the axe Carl was holding. He could see blood staining the blade. "I don't - I don't even know what happened. What happened? One moment, everything was fine, the next, this happens. What the fuck's going on?"
There was a scream and people shouting. Roy fell silent without hesitation and sunk back against the wall as another group of people ran past. They were followed by a group of zombies, shuffling persistently behind. Neither spoke til they were alone again.
"Charlie, please, tell me what's going on. We're not going to stay here all night, are we?"
Carl glanced at him. "Not if I can help it. Now grab that bloody guitar of yours and lets get moving. I don't like waiting for trouble to come."
As they waited for the right moment to run for cover, Roy noticed the axe again. Carl held it loosely by his side. Roy looked up at him. For the first time in his life, Carl looked genuinely scared.
"We don't have to leave, you know. We... We could just stay here. It's safe here," Roy said.
The look Carl gave him told him all he needed to know. They would go out there. With the... zombies. And they would try to stay alive. Certainly it put his biggest fears of being caught being intimate with another man into perspective, especially as he was still under age according to the law. Thinking of Bev, who he'd been with for a few months now, Roy hoped to God he was okay. He hadn't seen where he'd gone and the last thing he wanted was for him to become zombie food.
Bev had seen the zombies coming and had fled the stage first. Deciding the forest might be easier to hide in, he headed around to the gate into the forest, hoping no one would see him. He was wrong, and soon there was a large group fleeing with him as zombies followed behind them, moaning after them as if desperately begging them to slow down.
Bev found himself overtaken, and at one point, pushed face first into a tree, as people hurried to safety. Dazed and confused, and wondering what he should do, he turned to the on-coming crowd and saw a familiar face running towards him. Bev had never seen Ace so hysterically terrified before, and the bleeding cuts on his body were not entirely reassuring. Ace flung himself into Bev's arms, holding him tightly as he sobbed against his shoulder.
"You alright, Ace? Where's Trevor?" Bev said.
"They-they got him. I think. I lost him in the crowd," Ace murmured.
Bev looked past him. Most of the crowd had passed them; the only things left were the zombies, and they came over the rise together, gazing hungrily at them.
"Ace, shit, man, we gotta get out of here," Bev said, trying to get him to move.
Ace clung to him, refusing to move. Unable to move.
"Ahh, come on, man, I'm not leaving you here," Bev said as he picked him up as best he could and carried him out of the way.
Bev and Ace took refuge in a gazebo in the park. It sat by the lake and was partially hidden by trees. Figuring it might be better than being out in the open, it would do until they could find somewhere else to hide. Bev sat Ace on one of the benches. He was still staring off into space, abject terror filling his eyes.
"This ain't just my mind, is it? This is all real. All them... zombies and whatnot. It's all real and we're going to die," Ace murmured.
Bev sat beside him and brought him into his arms. "Shh, it'll be alright. We'll get out of here, one way or another."
Ace clutched onto him, his mind broken. All the acid in the world could not make those zombies disappear and he had no idea how to cope with that. Bev rubbed his back gently, trying to calm him. They wouldn't be moving from here any time soon unless Bev left him behind, and in spite of his previous lack of sympathy for his acid-induced plight, he wasn't sure he could do that now. Things were different when there were zombies about.
Roy had, eventually, found the desperate courage he needed to fight back as they'd made their way through the streets. Sure, he was ruining his favourite guitar, but he decided that probably didn't matter when zombies were trying to eat your brains. While he still wasn't as strong or as effective as Carl with his axe, he'd managed to take out quite a few zombies now. It turned out that guitars were actually quite good for smashing brains in and he'd almost found a good rhythm.
They'd left the streets and headed into the park. Carl was still looking for somewhere safe to hide and the park was looking more and more like a cemetery. Bodies - both of victims and zombies - littered the grass, and there was no one else around. The zombies had moved on. They stopped and surveyed the park, looking for shelter.
"Over there, that little gazebo. It's not much but at least it'd be out of the sodding rain," Carl said as the rain intensified.
"You're clearing any bodies we find, though," Roy said.
"Bloody coward," Carl murmured as he set off.
Roy was both surprised and relieved to find Bev and Ace huddling in the gazebo. He hadn't really paid much thought to their whereabouts, but he was glad they had survived. Many had not been so lucky. Roy dropped the guitar and ran to Bev's side, bringing him into a grateful kiss.
"I'm so glad you made it. I was - I don't even know what's going on out there. You're not hurt are you?" Roy said, noticing the blood on Bev's clothes.
"I'm fine, but Ace isn't. I think he got attacked, and his mind's shut down. No way is he going anywhere," Bev said.
Carl stood back, shouldering the axe in case it was needed. "Did Trevor make it?"
Bev looked up at him. "Ace said he got lost in the crowd. Maybe they did get him."
"Shit."
Carl turned and looked out at the park. A flash of lightning caught the bloodied axe blade. The storm didn't look like it was dissipating any time soon.
Creator:
lexicalcrow Universe: The Move RPS
Type of work: Fiction, ~1,500 words
Contains: Mild descriptions of violence; implied character death; zombies; some strong language; shock-and-acid-induced mental breakdown; minor references to a romantic/sexual pairing (Roy Wood/FtM!Bev Bevan), but no sexual content (other than a kiss).
Summary and/or notes: This is a zombie AU version of one of my (unfinished)
lgbtfest fics for this year. Set in November 1967 during an epic tour with Jimi Hendrix and Pink Floyd, their concert in Cardiff ends in a decidedly apocalyptic fashion.Night of Fear
November 23rd, 1967, Cardiff Castle, Cardiff, Wales
Roy wasn't sure what had started it. Their set had been fairly uneventful, albeit interspersed with lightning strikes, some hitting rather close. The rain grew more persistent, yet it fell no heavier. Roy was quite sure he would be okay once the show was over and he was somewhere dry and warm. He was trying to ignore the dark red tinge the clouds had acquired.
When he looked back towards the rest of the band, he was more than a little surprised to see Carl swinging that notorious axe of his at someone as they climbed up on the stage. Roy looked away in horror. Then someone grabbed his arm and dragged him away. The guitar lead unplugged itself with a ping and fell back to the stage.
Whoever had his arm yelled, "Leave it, man, we gotta run!"
One look at the zombies attempting to clamber up towards them made Roy decide that running for his life was a very good idea.
They managed to get under the cover of the old castle just before it really started to rain. The grounds were becoming a mud pit as people fled in all directions. Roy found himself dragged into a small alcove right before a group of people ran past. An arm wrapped around his chest from behind and a hand covered his mouth. Roy tried to break free, but whoever was with him whispered harshly in his ear.
"Calm the fuck down, I'm trying to stop you getting killed."
Roy settled, though he was still held tightly. They were hidden in shadow, down the corridor far enough that they couldn't be seen, and Roy watched helplessly as people ran past. He still wasn't sure just what had happened. He could hear people screaming. That it was loud enough to be heard over the storm was not comforting.
Roy wasn't let go until they were completely alone. Taking a moment to settle his breathing, he realised he still had his guitar with him. Somehow he'd forgotten to get rid of it as he was dragged away. He slipped it over his head and leant it against the wall. He turned to see who was with him and couldn't work out whose face he could see in the darkness.
"What the fuck's going on? Who are you?" Roy said, staring into the darkness as if it would elicit answers.
Taking a step forward, Roy was finally able to recognise Carl's face as he glared at him. "You nearly got us killed, that's what. Didn't you see them? The zombies? Fucking mental."
Roy wasn't sure what was going on. He was quite sure he was not high, which would at least excuse the horror. But it seemed too incredible to be real. He glanced down at the axe Carl was holding. He could see blood staining the blade. "I don't - I don't even know what happened. What happened? One moment, everything was fine, the next, this happens. What the fuck's going on?"
There was a scream and people shouting. Roy fell silent without hesitation and sunk back against the wall as another group of people ran past. They were followed by a group of zombies, shuffling persistently behind. Neither spoke til they were alone again.
"Charlie, please, tell me what's going on. We're not going to stay here all night, are we?"
Carl glanced at him. "Not if I can help it. Now grab that bloody guitar of yours and lets get moving. I don't like waiting for trouble to come."
As they waited for the right moment to run for cover, Roy noticed the axe again. Carl held it loosely by his side. Roy looked up at him. For the first time in his life, Carl looked genuinely scared.
"We don't have to leave, you know. We... We could just stay here. It's safe here," Roy said.
The look Carl gave him told him all he needed to know. They would go out there. With the... zombies. And they would try to stay alive. Certainly it put his biggest fears of being caught being intimate with another man into perspective, especially as he was still under age according to the law. Thinking of Bev, who he'd been with for a few months now, Roy hoped to God he was okay. He hadn't seen where he'd gone and the last thing he wanted was for him to become zombie food.
Bev had seen the zombies coming and had fled the stage first. Deciding the forest might be easier to hide in, he headed around to the gate into the forest, hoping no one would see him. He was wrong, and soon there was a large group fleeing with him as zombies followed behind them, moaning after them as if desperately begging them to slow down.
Bev found himself overtaken, and at one point, pushed face first into a tree, as people hurried to safety. Dazed and confused, and wondering what he should do, he turned to the on-coming crowd and saw a familiar face running towards him. Bev had never seen Ace so hysterically terrified before, and the bleeding cuts on his body were not entirely reassuring. Ace flung himself into Bev's arms, holding him tightly as he sobbed against his shoulder.
"You alright, Ace? Where's Trevor?" Bev said.
"They-they got him. I think. I lost him in the crowd," Ace murmured.
Bev looked past him. Most of the crowd had passed them; the only things left were the zombies, and they came over the rise together, gazing hungrily at them.
"Ace, shit, man, we gotta get out of here," Bev said, trying to get him to move.
Ace clung to him, refusing to move. Unable to move.
"Ahh, come on, man, I'm not leaving you here," Bev said as he picked him up as best he could and carried him out of the way.
Bev and Ace took refuge in a gazebo in the park. It sat by the lake and was partially hidden by trees. Figuring it might be better than being out in the open, it would do until they could find somewhere else to hide. Bev sat Ace on one of the benches. He was still staring off into space, abject terror filling his eyes.
"This ain't just my mind, is it? This is all real. All them... zombies and whatnot. It's all real and we're going to die," Ace murmured.
Bev sat beside him and brought him into his arms. "Shh, it'll be alright. We'll get out of here, one way or another."
Ace clutched onto him, his mind broken. All the acid in the world could not make those zombies disappear and he had no idea how to cope with that. Bev rubbed his back gently, trying to calm him. They wouldn't be moving from here any time soon unless Bev left him behind, and in spite of his previous lack of sympathy for his acid-induced plight, he wasn't sure he could do that now. Things were different when there were zombies about.
Roy had, eventually, found the desperate courage he needed to fight back as they'd made their way through the streets. Sure, he was ruining his favourite guitar, but he decided that probably didn't matter when zombies were trying to eat your brains. While he still wasn't as strong or as effective as Carl with his axe, he'd managed to take out quite a few zombies now. It turned out that guitars were actually quite good for smashing brains in and he'd almost found a good rhythm.
They'd left the streets and headed into the park. Carl was still looking for somewhere safe to hide and the park was looking more and more like a cemetery. Bodies - both of victims and zombies - littered the grass, and there was no one else around. The zombies had moved on. They stopped and surveyed the park, looking for shelter.
"Over there, that little gazebo. It's not much but at least it'd be out of the sodding rain," Carl said as the rain intensified.
"You're clearing any bodies we find, though," Roy said.
"Bloody coward," Carl murmured as he set off.
Roy was both surprised and relieved to find Bev and Ace huddling in the gazebo. He hadn't really paid much thought to their whereabouts, but he was glad they had survived. Many had not been so lucky. Roy dropped the guitar and ran to Bev's side, bringing him into a grateful kiss.
"I'm so glad you made it. I was - I don't even know what's going on out there. You're not hurt are you?" Roy said, noticing the blood on Bev's clothes.
"I'm fine, but Ace isn't. I think he got attacked, and his mind's shut down. No way is he going anywhere," Bev said.
Carl stood back, shouldering the axe in case it was needed. "Did Trevor make it?"
Bev looked up at him. "Ace said he got lost in the crowd. Maybe they did get him."
"Shit."
Carl turned and looked out at the park. A flash of lightning caught the bloodied axe blade. The storm didn't look like it was dissipating any time soon.