Originally Posted by
crystalwatcher
I couldn't resist writing this. I was reading "The Hill of Swords" by gabriel blessing on fanfiction and my mind had a resident Evil moment involving Shirou and Yuuno... along with the earlier discussions about what would happen if Shirou went with Yuuno on a dig and him asking "Can't I go anywhere with you, without something like this happening?" Or something similar I think.
This is what happened.
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Feet thundered down the abandoned corridor. One set ringing metal, the rest hammering boots. Shadows danced across the dimly lit halls of the recently unearthed ruins as what was left of the archeology team fled for their lives.
Didn’t help that the only combat capable member was the youngest of the group and the only other certified mage wasn’t very combat oriented.
Yuuno and Shirou lead the remainders of the team into the four-door room that had been designated as “base camp” when they had first started their forays into the ancient ruins. The trip was supposed to be a simple one: a small one week dig on a nameless moon of a non-administrated world where a weak signal from a Lost Logia had been picked up. What no one saw coming was what the Lost Logia actually did.
So after day four and well over four fifths of the team vanished did they discover that the Logia they were searching for was capable of raising the dead: even if they were over seven hundred years old. Thus they found themselves hunted by hundreds and sometimes seemingly thousands of undead as they tried to wait for the periodic magical field that appeared around the moon ever four days to dissipate so they could call for help. They had three hours to go, and only Shirou had anything affective to fight for survival. The rest of the security team that had come along as standard had quickly learned that average magic was useless against the walking dead the hard way. But solid magical steal was more than enough to slay quite a few. That and Earth had more than enough superstitions, nightmares, and experience with the undead Shirou knew how to actually make sure they stayed down.
The sad part was, by the time they realized what was hunting them, and they decided to ask Shirou for help, it was too late to save the rest of the fighters, leaving a collection of archeologists and a boy to deal with the problem they had created.
As the group barricaded the door the over-worked magus plopped down in the middle of the round room. “That last one was close. Anyone else get caught?” Shirou focused on regaining feeling in his limbs as Yuuno replied.
“No, I don’t think so. We’re all here and unharmed-“ He was cut off by a sudden and very loud shifting noise. The section of the floor Shirou was lying on suddenly dropping several inches. Then the room was filled with the sound of grinding stone as something unlocked, and a roar echoed from deeper within the caverns. Yuuno looked at Shirou, “Can’t I go ANYWHERE without you waking something up?”
The magus grinned at him sheepishly.
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