Bite To Death

The teenager rises from his low crouch as if he just landed, figure unfolding into the signature black trench coat lined in white with a red armband. Lambo gulps around what feels like his heart as he stares down the barrel of his rifle into sharp grey eyes and a blank expression.

"What did you jump off of?" Lambo blurts out as he lowers the gun, unable to stop thinking about it. There aren't any vehicles around, only buildings at least thirty storeys high.

"You are one of Fon's herbivores," Kyouya says, completely ignoring the question. "You are very far from safety."

Lambo nods sheepishly, trying hard to not hear the words as a threat. "There was a group of infected chasing a family and then the car accidentally drove off without me."

Kyouya stares at Lambo as if he's looking straight into the Bovino's soul, which should be impossible because the helmets are all tinted black and bullet proof, therefore it should automatically be Hibari Kyouya proof, right?

Right?

The younger teen turns away and starts walking down the street Lambo came from. The Patroller follows, unsure but hoping that the other was leading him out of the city's maze.

The Chairman seems to pick a building at random, before striding up to the glass doors of the company's reception. Tonfas slip into his hands and spikes snap out of the barrels. One solid hit is all it takes to shatter the doors.

Lambo flinches back from the broken glass and then again from the four or so zombies inside. He raises his gun but in a black bur they drop to the floor with caved in skulls.

Kyouya continues across the lobby until he reaches the elevators, and then pushes the up button. The lights above the four doors are on and indicate an elevator is moving downwards.

"You aren't supposed to use them," Lambo says, an instinctive reaction from years of seeing apocalypse movies. He's actually more caught up on the fact that electricity is working in here. Must be a generator, maybe even solar panels.

Kyouya raises an eyebrow in question.

Lambo flushes red and shakes his head. "Never mind." He turns, grateful when a trio of infected burst through the stairwell door as a distraction. He puts them down with precise aim, the pride of a Mafioso allowing him no mistakes.

Then the elevator dings open.

Now, to get the full picture: Lambo and Kyouya are standing not three steps away from the opening doors, right in the middle in fact because there's no one getting off that they need to keep to the side for. The elevators themselves are industrial sized, a good eight by ten meter monstrosity to keep up with the flow of traffic back before the outbreak.

Now, with that in mind, Lambo almost pisses himself when the doors open and the lift is crammed so full of zombies they're literally stacked on one another. This mountain of infected proceeds to fall on top of the two.

Lambo shrieks, just a little, and leaps back, opening fire. Kyouya waits patiently with his tonfas at his sides for Lambo's clip to run out before surging forward and wrecking the ones still moving. He then kicks away the ones blocking the doors and stares down Lambo until the cowed teenager steps into the lift as well.

The faint elevator music is immensely inappropriate for the situation.

Lambo tries not to look down at the pile of zombies they're standing on and instead stares at the bloodied mirrors that count as walls. He tilts his head at the trail of blood, like a hand scr.a.p.ed down the mirror, and morbidly wonders if the person was alive when they did that.

He shudders and instead focuses on his reflection. A soldier stands there, decked out head to toe in black with heavy duty boots. The uniform carries only two pockets for miscellaneous items while the belt is weighed down with extra clips and an extendable baton.

The rifle is held with both hands diagonally along his torso, which has extra protection from the built in bullet proof vest. However, the most intimidating feature by far is the matte black helmet, almost like a motorcycle one except thinned out. His name reads across the front of the visor while on the inside it reads out time, and a little square off to the side acts as a zoomed in picture.

The uniform is built especially for patrols, just a few hours outside of the safe zone to storm buildings and take out mindless corpses who don't do anything but rush forward and bite. It's lightweight for running but strong to keep back teeth.

Hibari Kyouya, on the other hand, wears boots hidden under black pants of the same material that Lambo's is. His shirt is just a plain long sleeve button up that he tucks in, while black gloves cover his hands.

The weapons of choice are silver tonfas with a black grip, where the end seems to be capped off with black as well - lines running down the almost cone shaped cap so it can split and turn into a grapple hook for the chain hidden inside.

His coat has a high collar stopping just above the teen's chin, and extends to just above the knee with white accents lining the edges. There are slits cut into the sides for extra range of movement. The top of the coat is only buttoned up until his belt, the sides billowing around him when he walks. And of course there's the red armband noting him as DC.

Over all, Lambo is a mix of terrified out of his mind and in complete awe. His eyes flicker up to meet Kyouya's and Lambo freezes.

"What?" Kyouya asks in boredom.

Lambo hears the voice like honey, and struggles once again to not take it as a threat. He blurts out the first thing in his head. "Why did you get the coat made?" He mentally face palms.

Kyouya turns away to face the doors. "I used to have a jacket but it got lost."

"How?"

"I jumped out of a helicopter into a mass grave," Kyouya explains. "Well, technically they only stopped moving after I was done."

If Lambo wasn't terrified before, he is now. He looks away, fiddling with his gun. The floor counter on the wall suddenly stops at fifty-nine instead of eighty and the doors open with a quiet ding.