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Babylon is Fallen by P.R.Zed (NC-17)
Fandom: THE PROFESSIONALS
Pairing: Bodie/Doyle
Length: 29,096 words
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przed
Author Website: http://przed.com/fic/ or http://przed.livejournal.com/profile
Why this must be read:
Summary from the author: When he awakens from a coma to discover a London destroyed by a zombie plague, Ray Doyle sets out to find a refuge against infection and, so he hopes, Bodie. A crossover with the 28 Days Later universe.
I admit I'd never read a zombie story before, and I never thought a zombie story in The Professionals world would work. Let me say this clearly: it bloody well works! And works extremely well presented by the talented P.R.Zed. It is scary and bloody and fast paced. Did I mention creepy and nail biting as well? BTW, no knowledge of the "28 Days Later" universe is necessary. I've never seen the movie and had no problems enjoying this fic.
The reader is immediately dragged into the story with the first few paragraphs :
Bodie woke in the dark, flat on his back, with blood in his mouth. He prayed the blood was his own and that the end would come quickly.
Fucking Cowley, sending them here. He should have fucking known better. A secret research facility in Essex that wasn't answering its calls? Fuck. And Cowley had ordered a general call out: all available agents to attend. He might as well have sent a flock of lambs into a pack of ravening wolves.
Lucas and McCabe had been the first to die, cut down moments after they'd entered the installation by things none of them could understand. There had been movement and speed and blood, and then they were running, all semblance of training and discipline gone to hell.
Anson had been the first to turn. He'd barely had the time to wipe the blood out of his eye before the change had started. The rest of them had watched in disbelief as a trusted, if irritating, colleague had torn into them. There was more blood, more screaming.
They'd fallen back, then, the few of them left. Attacked on all sides, waiting for their own to become the enemy, whatever that enemy was. Then Bodie had been struck and blacked out, and now he was waiting for death, or not-death, hoping Ruth would put a bullet in his head if he turned until he remembered what Ruth had turned into.
Something grabbed the back of his collar and started to pull. He struggled and thrashed, realizing he still wanted to live, that all hope had not left him.
"Bodie." Murph's voice was tense, panicked, as far from his usual unflappable calm as was possible. "Get up, you stupid fucker. Run!"
Bodie got up. He ran. They cleared the facility, breaking into the weak sunlight with those things on their heels, nearly the entire A squad fitting into one Capri. Bodie held his head in his hands as Jax climbed in beside him, Murphy pulled out of the car park with a squeal of tires, and Sally called Control. Bodie only heard a few words in his haze. "All lost" and "firebomb" and "nuke".
Ray, he thought, closing his eyes tightly against the images of bloodshot eyes and bared teeth ravaging his memory. Where the fuck are you, sunshine?
Babylon Is Fallen
Pairing: Bodie/Doyle
Length: 29,096 words
Author on LJ:
przed Author Website: http://przed.com/fic/ or http://przed.livejournal.com/profile
Why this must be read:
Summary from the author: When he awakens from a coma to discover a London destroyed by a zombie plague, Ray Doyle sets out to find a refuge against infection and, so he hopes, Bodie. A crossover with the 28 Days Later universe.
I admit I'd never read a zombie story before, and I never thought a zombie story in The Professionals world would work. Let me say this clearly: it bloody well works! And works extremely well presented by the talented P.R.Zed. It is scary and bloody and fast paced. Did I mention creepy and nail biting as well? BTW, no knowledge of the "28 Days Later" universe is necessary. I've never seen the movie and had no problems enjoying this fic.
The reader is immediately dragged into the story with the first few paragraphs :
Bodie woke in the dark, flat on his back, with blood in his mouth. He prayed the blood was his own and that the end would come quickly.
Fucking Cowley, sending them here. He should have fucking known better. A secret research facility in Essex that wasn't answering its calls? Fuck. And Cowley had ordered a general call out: all available agents to attend. He might as well have sent a flock of lambs into a pack of ravening wolves.
Lucas and McCabe had been the first to die, cut down moments after they'd entered the installation by things none of them could understand. There had been movement and speed and blood, and then they were running, all semblance of training and discipline gone to hell.
Anson had been the first to turn. He'd barely had the time to wipe the blood out of his eye before the change had started. The rest of them had watched in disbelief as a trusted, if irritating, colleague had torn into them. There was more blood, more screaming.
They'd fallen back, then, the few of them left. Attacked on all sides, waiting for their own to become the enemy, whatever that enemy was. Then Bodie had been struck and blacked out, and now he was waiting for death, or not-death, hoping Ruth would put a bullet in his head if he turned until he remembered what Ruth had turned into.
Something grabbed the back of his collar and started to pull. He struggled and thrashed, realizing he still wanted to live, that all hope had not left him.
"Bodie." Murph's voice was tense, panicked, as far from his usual unflappable calm as was possible. "Get up, you stupid fucker. Run!"
Bodie got up. He ran. They cleared the facility, breaking into the weak sunlight with those things on their heels, nearly the entire A squad fitting into one Capri. Bodie held his head in his hands as Jax climbed in beside him, Murphy pulled out of the car park with a squeal of tires, and Sally called Control. Bodie only heard a few words in his haze. "All lost" and "firebomb" and "nuke".
Ray, he thought, closing his eyes tightly against the images of bloodshot eyes and bared teeth ravaging his memory. Where the fuck are you, sunshine?
Babylon Is Fallen
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Thank you! This is the BB fic that's next on my list to read, and as I don't normally do zombie fic I was dithering a bit - now I can't wait to get stuck into it!
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