Infection-Chapter Four

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Title: Infection-Chapter Four
Pairing(s): BB/DM mostly, vague SB/OB
Rating: This chapter: R
Disclaimer: Didn't happen, except in my mind
Summary: Trip is almost over, a few 'guests' arrive
Feedback: Would be really appreciated as I have no idea if I will continue this or not.
Content warning: This story will have death in it.
Backround: Based on the movie "28 Days Later". Not really neccessary to see the movie but it couldn't hurt. You'll find out things just as the guys are if you haven't. very bloody movie, and it's a movie you either love or hate, but might be worth watching just to get an idea of what our guys are up against.

Thank you to my betas, moonfairyhime and aire_blair for everything and basically responding the way I thought they would. Thank you so much!!

Previous parts:Part the First | Part the Second | Part the Third

Chapter Four

Sean walked quietly around the cabin late in the afternoon. All his thoughts were focused on these last few weeks with Orlando. He’d never felt anything but friendship for the young man up until that night a week ago. For some reason, seeing Orlando at his weakest had awoken something deep within. Sean groaned as he rubbed his eyes. No, Orlando’s a friend, he thought. Just a friend. He sighed and stuck his hands in his pockets. He was so deep in his thoughts, he didn’t hear the crunch of leaves behind him. He let out a cry of surprise as he was tackled to the ground. “Fucking hell!”

Orlando managed to giggle, which surprised Sean even more than the attack.

“Did you just giggle, mate?” Sean said as he managed to turn onto his back.

Orlando propped himself up on his elbows and looked down at Sean, still pinned beneath him. “Yes, yes I did.”

Sean had to laugh. “You’ve been in the States for too long, mate. Would you mind getting off me? The ground is cold.”

Orlando grinned and rolled off Sean. “Sorry.” He sat cross-legged on the grass and looked out over the green land. “Beautiful up here.”

Sean sat up beside him and stretched his legs out. “Yeah, that it is, mate.” He looked over at Orlando. “You feeling any better?”

Orlando brought his legs up to his chest and put his chin on his knees. “A bit. Thank you, Sean. For coming back that night.” He looked over at Sean and smiled adoringly.

“You’re my mate, Orli.” Sean put his arm around Orlando and smiled when the younger man put his head on his shoulder. “Just remember you owe me.”

“Aw, aren’t they cute, Billy?”

“Very cute, m’Dommie.”

Sean and Orlando turned and saw Billy and Dom watching them. Dom was standing behind Billy, his arms wrapped around the Scot’s waist, his head resting on Billy’s shoulder.

“Fuck you,” Sean said as he stood up, jostling Orlando.

“You up for a threesome, baby?” Dom said as he nibbled Billy’s ear.

Billy rolled his eyes and wormed his way out of Dom’s embrace. “So, what do you guys wanna do tonight? We’ve only got a few...” He stopped in mid-sentence. “What the fuck?”

The others turned in the direction Billy was looking. Two figures were scrambling up towards their cabin, waving their arms and screaming something.

“What could they want?” Orlando said as he jumped to his feet.

One of the men was now just feet from them. In his right hand was a gun.

“Fuck,” Sean breathed as he felt Orlando clutch his arm.

Billy slid his hand into Dom’s and squeezed.

The two men stopped suddenly in front of them. The second man was holding a bat and his eyes danced around in a panicked state as though looking for something.

“Have you seen any?” the first man asked,

“Seen any what?” Dom replied. He seemed to be the only one who had his wits about him.

“Infected!” the second man said as he turned around, still looking for something, the bat clutched tightly in his hand.

“Excuse me?” Dom asked. “What are you on about?”

“You have no idea what’s been going on, do you?” the first man asked, a smile playing at the corner of his lips.

“We’ve been here at this cabin for about four weeks now. No T.V., no phones,” Billy said as he held tightly to Dom’s hand.

The first man sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “There’s a virus on the island. It’s spreading like wildfire. It’s…it’s fatal.”

“How are we supposed to know if someone is ‘infected’? For all we know, you two are.” Sean felt Orlando trembling beside him and put his arm around the younger man.

The bat wielding man turned back and faced them. “You’ll know, trust me.” The two men shared a dark look.

“Do you have a car? We have to get out of...”

Everyone froze as a loud, pain-filled scream echoed across the plains. Six heads turned towards the sound. A dozen figures were headed quickly in their direction.

“Fucking hell, run!” said the gun-holding man as he shoved Billy and Dom. His friend got Orlando and Sean moving.

The six men ran towards the car as the bodies got closer. They air was filled with the stench of rotting flesh.

Billy tripped as he fumbled with the car keys. There was a loud snap from his leg as he fell to the ground, and the keys went flying out of his hands. Dom grabbed the keys, lifted Billy to his feet, and half dragged him to the car. He managed to open the door despite the searing pain in his leg as Dom shoved him inside before climbing over him to the drivers’ seat. The others quickly dove inside. Orlando was shoved to the floor as there was no room in the back for four full-grown men. Dom managed to start the car just as the first body ran into the car.

“Fuck,” Billy exclaimed. The body was covered in blood and open wounds.

“Just drive!” screamed one of the strangers.

Dom put the car in reverse just as the rest of the bodies began jumping on the car. He put his foot down on the gas, sending most of them flying to the ground and he was quite sure he’d run over at least one of them. Once he had the car pointed in the right direction, he put in drive and sped off down the dirt road.

Sean reached down and took Orlando’s hand. The younger man was trembling from his spot on the floor. “What...the fuck…were those?” he panted, looking at the two strangers.

“Those…were infected.” The gun toting man looked at Sean and gave him a sly smile. “Still think we’re infected?”

Sean shook his head. “No, not really.” He looked down and saw Orlando was clutching his leg, his face buried in Sean’s thigh. “You ok, Orli?”

“Oh, yeah. Just fine. Just had a dozen dead bodies chase me, but I’m good.”

Sean ran his hand over Orlando’s hair. “Good. Good to know. Billy, Dom, you two ok?”

Billy nodded. “I’m...I’m just fine,” he muttered through clenched teeth, trying his best to ignore the pain.

Dom was clutching the wheel so tightly his knuckles were white. “I’m just...just great, Sean. Just great. Where should I go? Edinburgh? Glasgow? London? Where?”

The gun wielding man shook his head. “There’s no place to go, mate. The infection is all over the island. They tried to evacuate, but there were reports of infection in Paris, New York.” He chuckled dryly. “There’s no safe place. It started in Cambridge, spread quickly through England, then Wales, Scotland.”

“What is it, exactly?” asked Dom, looking from Billy to the back seat.

“The infection? It’s...I don’t know exactly what it is, but it’s spread through the blood. If some of their blood gets on you...” The gun wielding man looked at his friend. “You’d better pray someone near you has one of these.” He kissed the side of his gun. “And pray they shoot you. They aren’t zombies. They are very much alive.”

“Well, it’s wonderful to meet you both. Thank you. Thank you ever so much, um...oh, that’s right. You didn’t give your names, just brought…brought those things.” Orlando was near hysterical at this point.

“Orli, calm down, mate. It’s ok,” Sean said soothingly. “But he has a point. We didn’t catch your names. I’m Sean. This is Orlando. Billy. And Dom is driving.”

“I’m Greg, and this is Alex.” Greg looked over at his friend. He noticed that Alex was clutching his bat rather tightly and glaring at four other men. “Lexi, put your bat down, mate, they aren’t going to hurt us,” he said soothingly as he handed his gun to Sean and put a calming hand on his friend’s arm. “Come on, Lexi. They’re mates now.”

Alex looked suspiciously at all of them but put his bat in his lap. “Nice to meet you,” he muttered.

“How long since?” Billy asked. He just continued to stare straight out the front windshield trying to concentrate on look for anyone who might be infected, trying to keep his focus off the harsh pain in his leg. He was sure he’d broken something, but wasn’t about to complain.

Greg shrugged. “Going on four weeks now, I’d wager.”

Dom groaned and rubbed his temple before putting both hands back on the wheel. “How’d we miss this?”

Billy tore his eyes away from the road. He reached out and took Dom’s hand. “We had other things going on, m’Dommie,” he said softly.

Sean closed his eyes. “Fucking hell, this is crazy. I’ve never heard of such a thing.”

“It is crazy, but if you want to live, you’d best believe it.” Greg looked down at Orlando who was still trembling, still clutching Sean’s leg. “He ok?”

“He’d be a lot better if you hadn’t shoved him to the fucking floor,” Sean spat. He ran his hand through Orlando’s hair. “You alright there, Orli?” he asked gently.

“Just fine, Sean. Never been better. I mean, its not every day you find out your whole fucking country is dying. Great news. Really.” Orlando tightened his grip on Sean’s leg before burying his face in Sean’s knee.

Dom exchanged a glance with Billy. “We’re in for a long drive.”

“You can say that again, m’Dommie,” Billy said, squeezing Dom’s hand. “Too long.”