Dead man walking

Scott Summers. Cyclops

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Scott can see Gabriel watching him before he even makes it through the Gate. He can’t see his face but he doesn’t need it to perfectly capture the disappointment. He was supposed to bring the rest of the X-men. Their big happy family, reunited again. Instead, he brought Logan.

The guards are going through his belongings, shouting their questions and waving guns in his face. He’s strip searched and checked for bite marks before finally someone makes the call to let red glasses through. It’s irritating. He’s exhausted.

He grabs his bag, making his way to Gabe pulling his brother in an uncharacteristic hug. “They told me on the radio you made it.”. He’s shaking his head as he steps back, red lenses tilted downward. “They weren’t there Gabe. Xavier’s was abandoned. Walkers everwhere. The school was empty. We searched for days, whereever they went to they didn’t leave a trace.”

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“You. Are not my fuckin’ leader.” He snarled. Shoving Scott out of the window he was hanging from souned like a good idea right about now. Logan had spent too much time raising his girls to really be considered an X-Man these past few years, and now that the world had gone to shit titles didn’t matter. “I don’t give a shit if you shoot confetti from your eyes, its attractin’ more of ‘em.” 

“Yeah I have faith in the guy who just went and fired bright red concussive blasts in the middle of a zombie apocalypse. A good call on my part.” He watched Scott clear the way, fingers drumming on the wheel before puling into the garage. Hopping out of the car while the doors were closed he flexed his fingers, claws sliding into place once more before they headed down the tunnel. No telling what they would find there. Or inside the school.

“You’re right. Dog whisperer would be more accur-” he grunted, quip cut short as the truck jolted over a hard spot in the road. He smacked the roof of the car.

“ Quit running your mouth and questioning my judgement. Yes, the guy who just cut down half a swarm of zombies in the middle of a zombie apocalypse. Sorry we couldn’t go around slicing them up one by one but sometimes I get tired of the long fights and faffing around.”. The garage was mostly untouched. Good signs. He found a few torches. Batteries still worked and tucked them in his belt. The lights were out. It was getting dark. “Ladies first.” Scott gestured for Logan go down tunnel first, lighting ahead. He may have had an advantage in open field but in close quarters one scrape would end him or a misfire would bring the tunnel down. Plus, any excuse to use Logan as a human meat shield.

Like the garage the passage was untouched but a door stood at the end of it. He nodded to the other before taking the handle. “We’ll be entering the lobby. You cover the right, I’ll cover the stairs. In 3... 2... ” pulling the door open on 1. They came out to the landing of the mansion. As soon as the door inched open a snarl sounded, a shape hurtling towards the passage way to take a swipe. Scott side stepped into the lobby two quick blasts to the two zombies on the stairs and the ones that followed. “To your left, ones dropping down.” he prompted as a zombie drooped over the railing.

He waited a few minutes more until no more came down the stairs, even hitting the bannister to attract any shy ones, before calling out. “Wolverine? Status.” using his code name, force of habit.

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“Keep actin’ like you’re my boss and I’m gonna’ throw you into the horde you’re attractin’ with your bright. Red. Laser beams.” he growled. Logan didn’t take orders well, less so from Scott Summers. 

He all but slammed the door shut as he got in. No point in being quiet now. He drove towards the garage, mumbling something about the ‘fuckin’ light show’, knuckles turning white as he gripped the steering wheel. What a time for Scott to lose his fuckin’ cool.

“If there’s anyone inside,” He said, waiting for the garage doors to open, “They’re gonna be real fuckin’ pissed about the mob of zombies waitin’ for us when we get out, ya know.” Logan honestly hoped no one was left inside. And if they were he hoped they were safe. But both of the men knew they couldn’t rest until they checked the place top to bottom. Though that didn’t keep him from the growing he anger he felt at the way the situation was being handled. But if he lost his cool then the entire mission would be compromised and they’d both be in serious danger.

“Leader. I’m your leader not your boss.” He shot back. Taking shots at Logan was easier than thinking about what waited for them inside. Xavier’s had fallen. The school was dead. What was he the leader of if there were no xmen left to lead. “They’re not lasers. Concussive. Blasts.”

Scott took up position, sitting on the window for the better vantage point. Logan was right about one thing. It would be a fuckin’ light show. Unnatural light bathed the field as Scott carved a path through the hoarde in red. The beams were cast broad and wide, rupturing any rotten flesh it touched. It would have been a sickening sight a few months ago.

“Have a little faith, Logan. This isn’t my first rodeo. If there’s anyone inside, they can thank me for the distraction because we won’t be leaving this way.” Scott slipped out of the car. He cleared an area before the garage but it wouldn’t last long. It took some coaxing with the lock before the garage doors pulled up and he waved Logan through.

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You almost ruined everything. Your school will now have new mutants students. Thanks to me. And you just hope whoever writes your history skims over how the headmaster almost doomed the entire species when he tried to kill Hope. Imagine if you succeeded. There are people who get to judge me, Logan. I don’t think you’re among them. Thought that’s you here, right? Judge and jury and… I know how Jean felt now. More than ever. I understand her. Even better than before. In a way you never will[…] I’m a dead weight now. I’ve done everything I can do. I die now, and I’m a Martyr. And in a few years, some rebellious little kid is going to turn up at your school with me on his T-shirt. “Cyclops was right”.

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Logan had gone to make a snappy comeback, why was Scott giving him directions when they both knew damn well where they were going, but instead he just set his jaw and continued driving. Something told him now was not the time no matter how many retorts he had building up in his head.

“Scott… Scott get back here don’t go runnin’-” before he finished Scott was already out the car door. Which just pissed him off further. Turning the car off it took all he could to not slam the door and attract more infected. Which he didn’t need to worry about since the giant iron gates made enough noise to turn their attention to Scott in the middle of the yard.

“For the love of fuckin’…” His claws slid out as he made his way to the gates, the smell of the dead and rotting flesh overwhelming his senses. It took a lot to make Logan feel sick, this smell was certainly getting to him. The adamantium cut through the flesh easily enough, a simple stick at the base of the neck and they were down for the count. He slowly made his way to Scott, not wanting to attract more attention to himself.

“Summers, lets get back in the car, drive around until they lose interest and we can try again. Come on. If anyone’s alive they’re holed up inside and us bringin’ a swarm of zombies down on ‘em won’t make them too happy.” He was doing his best not to sound pissed, emotions were definitely running high.

Scott ignored Logan. Red eyes were instead searching the faces of the dead, looking for anything familiar. Blue skin, a yellow jacket, red hair, piercing blue eyes.  But he didn’t find what he had been dreading. It should have worried him that Logan was the one showing restraint, the one with the plan. For once he couldn’t care less. Optic blasts raked through the field.  A beam unleashed in the centre of a cluster exploded in a mess of bones and viscera. Only then did he move back to the car.   "We can't waste the fuel. We already don't have enough to make it to Haven." Scott got back in the passenger side. He didn't look at Logan. The man was keeping it together better than he was. Scott nodded to a building off the main school grounds. "Drive to the garage, it's designed to be bomb proof it can take a few swarms. We can use the tunnel connection to reach the main building.". He hung outside the window. Hand at the visor. "I'll clear the way."

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There was only enough fuel in the car to reach Haven. But when Scott was paired with Logan, it look barely a look to know where they would be heading first. There needed to be no discussion, no question between the two men. They were going back to the institute.

"Next left. Should be here." Scott said folding up the map. The drive had been quiet, his navigation precise. And they needed it too, the familiar roads to the institute looked alien now. Overgrown and decrepit, another reminder of how quickly things fell apart in a few months. As if they needed reminding. Brows furrowed as the car pulled up to the gate. It was reinforced, bloodied spikes and welded metal jutting out against the solid black bars. But /that/, he expected.  

"The gate's open... Why is the gate open?" Scott shot a glance at Logan. It wasn't a moment before he had unclipped his seatbelt, car door slamming behind him and he was pushing the gate open and running through. The heavy iron whined as it drew back... turning the head of every zombie swarming the fields inside. "No...  no no no."

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