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The Zombie Apocalypse Meme

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Warning for triggers of violence and death.
i . INFECTION.

1. YOU ARE INFECTED. It could be days, hours, or even minutes before you turn. Do you keep it to yourself and pray for a cure? Or do you hand your weapon over and trust your friend to put you down before you can hurt anyone?
2. YOU KNOW. At least, you're pretty sure. They've been getting thinner, weaker, and the temperature that they're running can't be good. How do you proceed?
3. THEY'RE STILL HUMAN. These zombies are still people, you're the only one that sees it.
4. IT'S YOU OR ME. There's no way the two of you can get out of here alive. Are you a good enough friend to let them go, or are you the sort to ensure that you only have to outrun them?
5. ABOMINATION. You've handled everything you've come across so far, but this is just wrong. Be it a baby, an animal, or a horrific mutation that grants it special powers—this one is throwing you for a loop.
6. NOT YOU. You recognize that one. Maybe it's a family member, a close friend, a lover, or a co-worker - you know who they are. Do you have the strength to do what needs to be done?

ii . SUPPLIES.

1. NOTHING LEFT. You're running out of almost everything. You've only got enough to feed one person now. Do you give it up, or are you ready to kill so that you may survive?
2. FOOD RUN. You and your buddy are all that stands between your group and cannibalism. Better hop to it.
3. ROTTEN. It's sat out too long and now everything is bad. You might have eaten it before you realized how rotten it was and now you're paying the price.
4. STOCKED. You found the ideal hideout and you want for nothing.

iii. YOU AGAINST THE WORLD

1. YOU'VE GOT A PLAN. You can protect your team, but it might cost you your life.
2. IMPROVISED WEAPONRY. They're closing in and you've got to think fast.
3. MUTINY. You're tired of their authority. You can do a better job.
4. ESCAPE. That city was getting too full, you've hotwired and tricked out a vehicle and now you're getting the hell out of dodge. Any zombie causalities are completely intentional.
5. SURROUNDED. Your safe space isn't so safe. They're on all sides of you and you're starting to run out of ammo.
6. NEVER ENDING ROAD TRIP. You've been in this car for ages, everyone is getting tired, and you're not sure where a safe rest stop is.
7. YOU WERE IN ON IT. You're safe in the head office of EVIL INC. and nothing can go wrong. Unless that clumsy scientist knocks that vial over, or unless one of your co-workers goes mad with the guilt. Or maybe you didn't know what you were getting into, maybe you've switched sides and you two aim to fix this mess.
8. ONLY ONES LEFT. Everyone else is dead. You're all that's left in the world. Where do you go from here?

iv. WILDCARD.
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It turns out that Tony really does have to raise his voice. Constantly. And if he's not raising his voice, he's listening to music at ear shattering volumes or trying to make Steve scream which, really, is his favorite current experiment.

The house in Malibu is never uninteresting between Tony's attempts to find out more information about that evil maze of doom, his incredible libido and his strange ability to completely forget about bodily functions while working on his suit from time to time. It's nearly ready to fly again for actual tests over the ocean when Tony -- legs over Steve's lap to provide a table for the other man's sketchbook -- catches something very weird on his remote shareholders' meeting.

"Excuse me, what are we building? Halloween has passed, gentlemen. I never actually signed off on this research either."

This is an experiment that regularly doesn't go as Tony plans. Steve tries not to rise to the bait but it doesn't always work. He does raise his voice and he feels awful about it later but it's alright. It works out.

Steve is sketching Tony, again. His Guide is his favorite subject. He can't help himself. It's good practice anyway and it gives him an excuse--not that he needs one--to stare at him.

He looks up from his pad to see what the man is talking about and he frowns, "Neither did I."

Tony makes one of those big, overarching gestures and nods his head. On the screen in the board room, the shareholders just see Steve supposedly writing furiously and Tony half hanging off of the couch like a lazy kitten. It's no wonder they respond to Steve better and it has nothing at all to do with the gold ring around the Guide's neck. Or how his t-shirt always rides up his torso.

He waits for Steve to move the sketchbook before he sits up, and they do it with such a fluid motion that it's obvious how in sync they're becoming. Step-step, twirl. If they were dancers, they'd win awards.

On his feet, Tony moves towards the giant screen in his living room and pulls up the formula.

"I don't like weapons."

"This is biological," one woman says, snooty. Normal. She has no idea how lucky she is to be that. And how much she's missing out on being truly whole.

"It's still a weapon. No."

He doesn't even think about it or about how he knows instinctively that Tony will want to move and his sketchbook is in the way. He can't pinpoint the moment he is positive his Guide will move. Steve doesn't even try. It's natural and easy; he'll keep doing it.

Steve doesn't know anything about the formula on their screen right now but he understands the words 'weapon' and 'biological' just fine.

"Stark Industries doesn't make weapons anymore," he tells her firmly. He feels like this is the tenth time he's had to say it but he doesn't raise his voice. "It's Tony's company. Any and all projects have to come through him first. This should have never gotten off the ground."

"But Mr. Stane--" The woman was immediately cut off by Stane himself who told Tony that he'd stop by tomorrow and they could discuss all of this.

Tony crossed his arms over his chest and tilted his head decidedly a little too far to the left. It looked almost like he could topple at any moment. "Yeah, no. Last time I looked, this was still Stark industries. Guess who the only living Stark is? That's right. Unless you've gotten yourself knocked up?"

All too brown eyes turn towards Steve with both eyebrows raised.

"No? Then sorry, Obi. Still my company."

Stane actually growled. Most of the people around the table at the remote meeting moved away from him and Tony turned back around, slowly. The hair on the back of his neck had raised. "This is your Sentinel's Company. By law. And I will be by tomorrow to speak with him. Any other business?"

"None on my end," Tony said tightly and twitched the feed off.

He just listens to the discussion quietly. Steve is serious when he says it's Tony's company and that they have to listen to him. He's not about to get in the way of anything he's saying.

Steve blinks at the questions--knocked up? What? He just shakes his head because yeah, that definitely hasn't happened. He's pretty sure it doesn't work that way.

Stane irritates him. He knows Tony has a small soft spot for the man because he'd practically raised him but Steve doesn't like him. Everything about him rubs the Sentinel the wrong way. He wishes he could figure out what it is or shove it aside but he has these instincts for a reason.

He's definitely unhappy that Obidiah refuses to acknowledge Tony's opinion when it comes to the company. Surely he understands that Steve is just going to repeat anything his Guide has said by now? He doesn't like weapons and he doesn't like bullies. Stane and his actions fall into both categories right now.

Steve doesn't say anything until the feed is switched off. "What's his angle? My answer isn't going to be any different."

With the shake of his head and the defeated way that Tony collapses back on the end of the sofa, it's obvious that he's not just bothered by Stane...he's probably hurt by it. They've been butting heads a lot lately. Ever since Tony came out as a Guide they've been fighting almost constantly...

Though Steve's probably caught Tony and Obidiah embracing a few times over the last few weeks. Or perhaps he's smelled the other Sentinel on the engineer. Tony doesn't see anything wrong with it.

"He's like my dad. Sort of. An uncle at least. I trust him, you know?" Tony had said as if that alone could appease the other Sentinel.

Now, he just looks a little crushed. "I think he's just trying to protect my dad's company, Steve. He's...old fashioned."

He can feel the hurt from his Guide. Steve wishes Stane didn't have this power over Tony but he can understand. The man has been part of his life for a considerable amount of time. He's going to mean something to him even if he's hurtful. He's felt the aftereffects of the arguments and the lingering ache it leaves Tony with. It's because he's a Guide now, officially.

Steve gets the feeling that Obidiah likes him even less than the soldier likes Stane. He'd taken Tony from him after all. Found out that he's a Guide and claimed him, even if it had been SHIELD's fault, it'd still been right under his nose. He's smelled the man on his Guide. He doesn't like that either. Those are the days he'd been more careful, more thorough, when he'd dragged Tony to their room.

"I know," he murmurs, sliding over on the couch to drape an arm over his shoulder. "Old-fashioned or not, he's known you a long time. It isn't right. There's no difference in you now than before. He needs to realize that."

Tony's first instinct is to recoil. It's not that he doesn't want to be near Steve, but his muscle memory is set to be standoffish at best. A moment later and Tony scoots closer, curling into Steve's side. He's still broody. "Technically he doesn't need to realize anything," Tony says, brow furrowed.

Nimble, clever fingers find and press out the creases in Steve's jeans. The blond is the only person he can be himself around, can let his guard down for, and therefore, Steve tends to get his more emotional side.

This slump is no different.

"I need to start slipping those drugs into his water supply again." Tony gets it. Obi is one of the oldest, unbonded and still mostly sane Sentinels in the country. He's rich and smart and has connections but he's never managed to find himself a Guide. They're too rare. The government doesn't just hand them out to anyone. "Either that or get him bonded and yeah, I get what that'll mean--"

But he cares for Stane. He hates to see him like this.

He doesn't want to say something that will start another argument. A real friend, someone who really cared for him, wouldn't drag up his status as a Guide as a reason not to listen to an opinion he doesn't like. It's not worth it. Not when he knows how Tony feels about Obidiah, Steve might not like the man but he supports Tony.

"It might be a good idea," he agrees. He knows Stark Industries is working on testing phases but he also knows that Tony would never give the man something he hasn't tested thoroughly first. It's only a matter of time until it's properly approved. Steve wonders if Stane will take them of his own accord when that happens.

"Finding a Guide wouldn't be easy, much less a compatible one."

Turning his gaze up to Steve, Tony just smiles. Steve never pats his head and tells him to be quiet. He listens to even the crazy thoughts and gives his honest opinions. For that, Tony lightly takes Steve's first two fingers in his hand and holds onto them tightly, the way a child might, as he settles his head back against his shoulder.

Each day that passes just reinforces how right it is for the right Guide and the right Sentinel to form a bond. If only Guides had the freedom to choose when and to whom they were bonded to... The world might be a better place.

Tony ends up dragging Steve to bed less than ten minutes later.

Obidiah will be the one to disturb them, despite Pepper's protests. "Some people don't know how to knock," Tony grumbles sleepily, still on his stomach with his head in a pillow.

Steve is just happy to finally have someone that he can care about and he would happily listen to anything Tony has to say. He values his Guide and his opinion. Besides, if he didn't--who would? The world isn't exactly friendly and open to the man's ideas anymore. Steve can't imagine how difficult it must be to go from the center of attention to no one.

He leans his head against Tony's as it drops on his shoulder. This is precisely the reason he's been arguing against the Act. It doesn't matter if he can control Steve. He trusts him and Sentinel-Guide pairs should trust one another. It's all part of the plan. He hopes it comes true and he feels like they're doing good.

Tony doesn't have to drag him. Steve goes willingly. He's always happy to give his Guide what he wants.

Steve's arm is draped over Tony's back and when Stane bursts in, he rolls over in surprise. The man should know better than to abruptly wake them up. It makes his Sentinel hackles raise and he shakes it off as he gathers the sheets up to himself. He drags his hand over his face.

"Give us a few minutes, Mr.Stane."

Tony misses the way that Stane bares his teeth at Steve when he turns himself over to lay in the warm spot Steve just left. Neatly shaped and rounded nails lightly scratch at his stomach to try and coax Steve to lay down.

"No, Tony, there's something you have to see," the Sentinel growls.

Really growls. He's...a little afraid. That tugs at the Guide's empathy and though Tony had been an inch from pressing his face against Steve's insanely muscled side, he lifts his head again to stare at Stane. "All right, all right."

No real modesty, Tony dresses in front of both Sentinels and with his obvious sex-hair and Steve's smell all over him, he slips out of the room. Pepper's waiting in the hall.

"Let's have it."

"There...was an accident. With that biological deterrent."

Tony might miss it, but Steve doesn't and he narrows his eyes slightly. He's not raising to the bait. He can be the better person here. There's something off here. He doesn't know what it is but he can smell that Obidiah is tense and worried, afraid even, neither good things.

He doesn't appreciate the way Stane looks at Tony as he dresses either. Steve is glad they'd spent last night together so his Guide smells like him, so he obviously is the Sentinel's.

Steve is out of bed and dresses too. His modesty screams at him as he dresses but Stane follows Tony out and he is luckily he's had plenty of practice getting ready to go quickly. He's sliding past the other Sentinel to join his Guide. Thanks to his senses, he can hear the conversation with Pepper and he presses his lips together.

An accident and it's going to be under his Guide's name.

"So...uh...now let me get this straight," Tony was saying as Steve joins him. "That little project I didn't sign off on just so happened to get out and... And now you guys are totally fucked, huh?" Tony isn't happy. The way his hips swish in thought proves it. "No no. You guys totally fucked me."

He turned to Steve, eyes hard.

"Did you give anyone permission to do that?" He waits for his lover to be startled and part pale pink lips before continuing. "Didn't think so. Obi, you need to take care of this. Today."

"It's too late for that, Tony. We quarantined the lab but we estimate there's a fifty-five percent chance it escaped."

He's angry himself. Not even about his own name being tarnished here because the company is technically in his name, but his Guide's name is on the building and everyone associates Stark Industries with Tony Stark. He'll let his Guide rant about it.

Steve can just be the silent wall of irritation and anger standing behind him, like some sort of silent protector. He does open his mouth to immediately protest. He would never greenlight something like this and definitely not without Tony's permission. Steve doesn't know nearly as much about science as he needs to for this.

"This is your mess Stane. You need to fix it. Figure out if it as escaped and if it has, there are people that need to know. We also need to know exactly what it does, who will be effected and how to cure it." There better be an antidote. That should have been in the process of creation too and would have been, if this was an official project.

"I can't do anything," Stane says, and he smells like...not regret. A sort of nervous excitement. Tony is obviously feeling it too, that agitation, and he immediately steps in and put a hand to Stane's arm before the other man zoned out.

He probably should have let him. Or let Steve know what he was doing first. Sharing these sorts of things in front of your Sentinel doesn't help with jealousy.

Tony really does need some Guide classes. "Calm down, Obi. Dial it down."

"No, Tony, listen...it's... You have to do something."

He doesn't like that smell from the man. He can't tell if he's excited because he's unleashed something dangerous on the world or anxious because he doesn't know what's going to happen.

Steve really doesn't like Tony touching another Sentinel. Not for that. The jealousy and irritation are likely obvious through their bond. He stops just short of physical removing his Guide's hand from Stane; he wants to but he's trying to respect Tony's wishes.

"You want him to fix your mess."

They'll have to talk about it later. Tony's been doing this, mostly covertly, for Stane for years. And he honestly doesn't understand what Steve's beef is. Caring for the Sentinel and accepting his place as Guide doesn't mean he knows how to handle the nuances. He's lived as a normal person for far too long.

"He's the only one..." Stane says almost sleepily.

Tony slowly withdraws his touch. "Yeah, you're lucky to have me. All right, I need everything you have. And make sure this isn't leaked. I don't want to be credited for creating real live zombies, okay? This isn't Resident Evil."

He understands that Tony's been doing it for probably his whole life but he'd been unbonded then, he didn't have a Sentinel of his own to look after then, but now Steve is here and this is precisely why he couldn't promise Tony to let him sleep with whoever he wanted. He's jealous; he can't help it.

Steve takes a deep breath and he nods, "Alright, just listen to him. We can't have any more secrets if we're going to contain this."

Stane has documents with him and Tony throws them up on the big screens around the room, flicking through them with tired eyes until he comes across a video of the original testing subject. His left eye twitches and he stands up abruptly.

"We do not test on people until it's in late phase R & D!" he shouts because...Jesus. Jesus, he'd never even seen this research until yesterday. Stane is silent, smouldering, and Tony grabs hold of everything on the dashboard on his screen and wipes it to the side.

His company made a zombie virus. Biological warfare that incubates in forty-eight hours and is communicable through saliva. And now it's out. And they don't know how to contain it.

"I've got to get on site."

He eyes the screens too. Details of symptoms and progression, a lot of science mumbo jumbo he doesn't bother trying to understand and the video, which tells him everhing that he needs to know. Steve is smart but he's always been the art type and now he wishes he'd paid a little more atttention even if it's all likely outdated by now.

His Guide is livid and Steve can feel it or maybe he's the one that's downright pissed off and Tony's feeding off of it but he suspects they're just of similar minds on this one. He figures the otther man is going to be even more unhappy if he punches Stane though.

"We don't test biological weapons on people period," Steve snaps. "Stark Industries doesn't make weapons and it's inhumane!"

He shakes his head immediately, "Tony, you can't. It's too dangerous for anyone to be in that building now."

"The suit."

It's capable of rebreathing. It's a self contained atmosphere. He'll be safe. Steve isn't going to buy that but someone needs to enact a quarantine. Preferable before any more people get out.

"I need all personnel pulled. I need their families put on watch. I need help. I need-- Fuck me, SHIELD. Steve, you're their poster boy of awesome, coordinate with them. Get a team. Obi, you get me our files and you start making sure everything goes on lockdown. I'm going in."

Yes, the Guide is giving the Sentinels orders. Any problem with that?

His brow furrows slightly, he's still wary about the suit and he can't help it. This is what happens when he watches the most important person in his life fall from the sky. He understands it's safer than just going in with nothing though and it works on the ground.

He doesn't have a problem with his Guide giving orders but it'll be a cold day in hell before Steve lets him go in alone. Sentinel instincts demanding that he protect his Guide even if the man is completely capable of protecting himself. If something would happen to Tony... Steve doesn't even want to think about it.

"I'll notify SHIELD and get people on the ground but I'm coming with you."

"Uh...right, and if this thing is airborne? I really don't need you turning into a Super Sentinel with a case of the bities, Steven." Steven is rapidly becoming more and more used when Tony thinks that Steve is acting irrationally. In this situation, it will likely be at each and every junction.

Stane, however, cuts in. "It's not airbourne. It's in the saliva."

Tony gives the older Sentinel a scowl and then rolls his eyes. "Fine. That spangled suit of yours bite proof? No? We need to get you an undersuit. Don't argue, just come with me."

Stane gives Steve quite the look. A pussy whipped Sentinel is no Sentinel at all.

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