Fic: At the End of the Day - SG-1
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kazbaby, sorry this was as close as I could get to Cameron vs. Zombie.
At the End of the Day
Stargate SG-1
1000 words
Cameron Mitchell, Daniel Jackson and others
The second plague that the Ori unleashed on Earth was not as kind as the first.
The first plague only killed.
The second plague made monsters.
Cameron sighed, watching the as the sun descended toward the horizon and moved his P-90 to the other hand. His machete dangled against his leg as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. There was only another twenty minutes of daylight left, he’d need to be inside before dark.
“Hey.”
He didn’t turn around, kept his face in the light, squinting against the brightness. “Hey,” he answered, moving to the side to make room.
Daniel leaned his arms against the railing and looked out over the deserted cityscape. There was barely space for both of them between the stone gargoyles of the apartment building, so it took a few moments of jostling before they stood still, shoulder to shoulder. He was a warm weight against Cameron’s side, almost as addictive as the last rays of sun.
“What’s the word?” Cameron asked, cocking his eyebrow at his teammate. Daniel’s profile was hard against the deep blue of the northern sky, and as familiar to Cameron as the back of his own hand.
“Dr. Lam thinks the virus is mutating again,” Daniel said softly, turning his head to look at Cameron, the glare on his glasses making the small panes fill with orange. He was scruffy, the makings of a beard covered the bottom of his face and the lines around his eyes were deeper as if he’d lived ten years in the last five weeks.
Five weeks of pure hell on earth. The only way to make sure that those infected by the plague were harmless was to cut off their heads and burn their bodies. Cameron still had nightmares of O’Neill’s eyes staring at him while the fire consumed Jack’s flesh. It got easier after they cut their way out from under a destroyed Cheyenne Mountain, then at least the monsters didn’t have familiar faces.
“Oh yeah?” he asked, sucking in the side of his bottom lip to worry between his teeth. He had his safety mask pulled up onto the top of his head. The rubber band pulled on the short hairs on the back of his neck and made the front stick up like a cow had given him undo affection - cowlicks even Sheppard would be jealous for.
The virus had mutated twice already, from merely killing those infected to spreading the infected through bodily fluids, then from mindless killing machines to ravenous animals. They could survive now, eating the flesh of the uninfected and moving like migrating birds across the continent. So, instead of just waiting for them to die out, the last remnants of SGC had a fight on their hands.
“We saw them moving around today while we were scavenging,” Daniel said, taking his glasses off and cleaning them on the bottom hem of his shirt. He cleared his throat , “They stayed to the shadows of course, but even that is more than we’ve seen before.”
Cameron grunted watching the sun kiss the horizon and bleed out over the hills. There was too much blood these days, inside, outside, and upside-down. The plague had spread quickly; martial law turned to martial panic. Poor dumb kids barely old enough to buy their own liquor forced to bare the brunt of military objective. They hadn’t lasted long.
“And then there’s Sam,” Daniel continued and replaced his glasses, rubbing his fingers over his forehead.
Communication was the first thing to go. After the first wave of the virus spread, no one from coast to coast was safe. No help came from the other world powers, but at least no nukes came either. The Stargate was just a useless ring of rock thanks to another of the Ori’s tricks. Cameron still wasn’t quite sure what to make of it, hoped that at least somewhere, some place there were still families sitting down together for dinner.
“She’s stopped attacking the bars,” Daniel said, turning so he could turn his back against the stone statue and face Cameron. His voice was hoarse, but steady a comfort that Cameron could lean on, “She watches Dr. Lam work, and it’s getting harder to find ways to safely sedate her.”
Stranded on Earth. Four years ago, that statement would have sounded like shear lunacy, but now having only the one planet to tread across made him feel claustrophobic. The Daedalus would be back some time in the next two months, returning from Pegasus without a clue of the destruction they‘d find in the Milky Way. All he had to do was keep his team alive and sane until then.
“Sam always was the smart one,” Cameron replied nodding to himself, he stared at the last crescent of sun until his eyes watered. He blinked against the spots dancing in front of his eyes until the first howl went up, a lonely wail that shattered the peace of twilight. “C’mon, Jackson, we’d better get inside.”
They turned and bumped into each other until Cameron stepped back and waved Daniel in first. They had found out the hard way that not even on the top of the tenth floor was safe from creatures who had only one goal. Death and food. Cameron still wasn’t used to being someone else’s dinner. Especially when that someone else used to sell him sandwiches from his neighborhood Subway.
“Vala brought back the game Monopoly today, ” Daniel said, nodding to the two airmen who immediately started the process of barricading the roof access door as soon as they were inside. “Do you want to go play a round with us?”
“Monopoly, huh?” Cameron repeated, and grinned when he caught sight of Vala and Teal’c sitting by a table spread out with multicolored money and game pieces. Already, they were arguing over the rules, “Sure, as long as I get to be the thimble.”
The world turned and life continued.
kazbaby, sorry this was as close as I could get to Cameron vs. Zombie.At the End of the Day
Stargate SG-1
1000 words
Cameron Mitchell, Daniel Jackson and others
The second plague that the Ori unleashed on Earth was not as kind as the first.
The first plague only killed.
The second plague made monsters.
Cameron sighed, watching the as the sun descended toward the horizon and moved his P-90 to the other hand. His machete dangled against his leg as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. There was only another twenty minutes of daylight left, he’d need to be inside before dark.
“Hey.”
He didn’t turn around, kept his face in the light, squinting against the brightness. “Hey,” he answered, moving to the side to make room.
Daniel leaned his arms against the railing and looked out over the deserted cityscape. There was barely space for both of them between the stone gargoyles of the apartment building, so it took a few moments of jostling before they stood still, shoulder to shoulder. He was a warm weight against Cameron’s side, almost as addictive as the last rays of sun.
“What’s the word?” Cameron asked, cocking his eyebrow at his teammate. Daniel’s profile was hard against the deep blue of the northern sky, and as familiar to Cameron as the back of his own hand.
“Dr. Lam thinks the virus is mutating again,” Daniel said softly, turning his head to look at Cameron, the glare on his glasses making the small panes fill with orange. He was scruffy, the makings of a beard covered the bottom of his face and the lines around his eyes were deeper as if he’d lived ten years in the last five weeks.
Five weeks of pure hell on earth. The only way to make sure that those infected by the plague were harmless was to cut off their heads and burn their bodies. Cameron still had nightmares of O’Neill’s eyes staring at him while the fire consumed Jack’s flesh. It got easier after they cut their way out from under a destroyed Cheyenne Mountain, then at least the monsters didn’t have familiar faces.
“Oh yeah?” he asked, sucking in the side of his bottom lip to worry between his teeth. He had his safety mask pulled up onto the top of his head. The rubber band pulled on the short hairs on the back of his neck and made the front stick up like a cow had given him undo affection - cowlicks even Sheppard would be jealous for.
The virus had mutated twice already, from merely killing those infected to spreading the infected through bodily fluids, then from mindless killing machines to ravenous animals. They could survive now, eating the flesh of the uninfected and moving like migrating birds across the continent. So, instead of just waiting for them to die out, the last remnants of SGC had a fight on their hands.
“We saw them moving around today while we were scavenging,” Daniel said, taking his glasses off and cleaning them on the bottom hem of his shirt. He cleared his throat , “They stayed to the shadows of course, but even that is more than we’ve seen before.”
Cameron grunted watching the sun kiss the horizon and bleed out over the hills. There was too much blood these days, inside, outside, and upside-down. The plague had spread quickly; martial law turned to martial panic. Poor dumb kids barely old enough to buy their own liquor forced to bare the brunt of military objective. They hadn’t lasted long.
“And then there’s Sam,” Daniel continued and replaced his glasses, rubbing his fingers over his forehead.
Communication was the first thing to go. After the first wave of the virus spread, no one from coast to coast was safe. No help came from the other world powers, but at least no nukes came either. The Stargate was just a useless ring of rock thanks to another of the Ori’s tricks. Cameron still wasn’t quite sure what to make of it, hoped that at least somewhere, some place there were still families sitting down together for dinner.
“She’s stopped attacking the bars,” Daniel said, turning so he could turn his back against the stone statue and face Cameron. His voice was hoarse, but steady a comfort that Cameron could lean on, “She watches Dr. Lam work, and it’s getting harder to find ways to safely sedate her.”
Stranded on Earth. Four years ago, that statement would have sounded like shear lunacy, but now having only the one planet to tread across made him feel claustrophobic. The Daedalus would be back some time in the next two months, returning from Pegasus without a clue of the destruction they‘d find in the Milky Way. All he had to do was keep his team alive and sane until then.
“Sam always was the smart one,” Cameron replied nodding to himself, he stared at the last crescent of sun until his eyes watered. He blinked against the spots dancing in front of his eyes until the first howl went up, a lonely wail that shattered the peace of twilight. “C’mon, Jackson, we’d better get inside.”
They turned and bumped into each other until Cameron stepped back and waved Daniel in first. They had found out the hard way that not even on the top of the tenth floor was safe from creatures who had only one goal. Death and food. Cameron still wasn’t used to being someone else’s dinner. Especially when that someone else used to sell him sandwiches from his neighborhood Subway.
“Vala brought back the game Monopoly today, ” Daniel said, nodding to the two airmen who immediately started the process of barricading the roof access door as soon as they were inside. “Do you want to go play a round with us?”
“Monopoly, huh?” Cameron repeated, and grinned when he caught sight of Vala and Teal’c sitting by a table spread out with multicolored money and game pieces. Already, they were arguing over the rules, “Sure, as long as I get to be the thimble.”
The world turned and life continued.
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Date: 2008-02-24 01:05 am (UTC)eta: I second
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Date: 2008-02-25 05:06 pm (UTC)I got that first line stuck in my head and then I really wanted to find something to write about. I'm glad you asked for it.
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Date: 2008-02-24 01:20 am (UTC)OMG this is so awesome! I love this so much! I can't wait for the ship from Atlantis to come back, because: RONON AND TEAL'C VERSUS ZOMBIES!!!
And man. You just KNOW the new mutation they're all worried about is vampires, right? It's kind of logical - Daniel said he saw them moving around in the shadows in daylight, and he also said the plague was constantly mutating. Vampires would be able to pass among the living easier than zombies: it seems to me the plague is mutating constantly toward a more viable method of transmitting itself. When everybody on earth is a vampire, of course, they'll all starve - or, at that point, the Priors can come in and heal them, and they'll follow Origin. *shivers* More, plz?
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Date: 2008-02-25 05:05 pm (UTC)Vampire!Zombies. That's a really neat idea.
Thanks!
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Date: 2008-02-25 04:54 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2008-02-25 04:51 pm (UTC)We'll see...
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Date: 2008-02-26 01:08 pm (UTC)This is great. Awesome premise (SG-1 = needs moar zombies), and I like how though it's basically the zombie apocalypse, the tone and setting are still peaceful and hopeful. I'd like to see more in this universe! *pleading puppy eyes*
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Date: 2008-02-26 05:54 pm (UTC)I'm going to have to write actual zombie slayage now. I just don't think I'd be able to get over it if I didn't.