Unleashed - Apocalyptic Friendlypack AU

Chapter 2: It's No Use

"Um... s-scared...really scared... a-and the bite..., ...... The bite r-really.... r-...really...." Stan's words trailed off, and he slightly swayed, his eyelids growing heavy.

"Stan?".

Stan then slowly fell forward, passing out into Jimmy's arms "STAN! Sh-Shit!" He tried to think quickly, knowing his best friend was going to turn if he didn't act instantly. The only ideas for solutions that came to him were from TV shows, video games, comics, and movies that featured zombies. Often times, the characters would try cutting off a limb to prevent the zombification process. Maybe.... Maybe that could work?

Being unable to think of any other solution, Jimmy decided to take Stan down to Garrett's car shop to remove the infected part of his arm. Doing it there would be best due to the lack of people and the sharp tools. He would've taken him to the hospital, but that building was surely full of people---all probably infected.

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About 5 minutes later, Stan lifted his eyes open, gradually taking in his surroundings and realizing he was in the passenger's seat of Jimmy's car.

"Stan! C-Can you hear me?" Jimmy was driving, his hands firm on the steering wheel as he looked over to Stan with big, worried eyes.

"Mhm I-I can hear you" Stan spoke softly, feeling weak and exhausted. He looked down at his arm, seeing that his wound had started to darken in color under the thick gauze.

"Well just hang on for me, okay? I'm taking you to Garrett's shop".

"W-What are we doing there?".

Anxiety pulsed through Jimmy and he gripped the wheel even tighter "U-Um" he swallowed hard "I'm taking you to.....uh... Get your hand removed" he nervously looked to Stan, awaiting his reaction.

Tears coated his eyes and he just rested his head against his seat "I'm scared, Jimmy..." he muttered, his deep voice cracking.

Jimmy could feel his heart ache painfully "I am too, Stan. ...I am too" he repeated, using his right hand to gently hold Stan's left hand "We'll get through this, okay? I'm here for you".

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Around 25 minutes later, Jimmy was finally able to park his car. He hurried out of the vehicle and carefully helped Stan out, holding him close so he wouldn't fall over. Stan's eyes looked tired, and his skin was getting whiter. Neither of them spoke any words; they just wanted to get this over with.

Jimmy sat Stan on the dirt ground, placing his right arm on a big rock. He then grabbed a fire axe that was sitting on a wall in the shop. As soon as he took the handle, he knew this was stupid---completely and utterly so.

"O-Okay... Are you ready, S-Stan?".

Stan just nodded, feeling too exhausted to protest or to even fully process fear. He struggled not to slump over.

Jimmy gulped and pulled back, preparing to swing the weapon down. Before he could do so though, a sudden whistle made him freeze in place. He turned around and was astonished to see officer Tribble standing behind him "Tr-...Tribble? What the-" he frowned "How fuckin' long have you been standing there?".

Tribble looked at Jimmy with a small glare "Ah've been here a little less than an hour. Ah saw you park and had to see what you were up to" he crossed his arms "Stan got bitten, huh? Well, ya know you're wastin' yer time, right?".

Jimmy was, frankly, irritated and not willing to listen to this guy. He didn't expect to see him, nor didn't he really want to "What do you mean?" He asked defensively.