UPDATING ScreamFortress FANFIC ((MORE UPDATE))

The dead were coming.
Brandon ran as fast as his metal and normal leg went. He tripped over a vine. Damnit! Not this again! Wires from his leg were loose, and he was full of blood stained rags that was his clothes. he groaned. His blonde hair a mess! Clothes ruined. Legs tired or broken down. he didn't think he would win this fight by far. Something was coming for him. he turned as the dead version of his twin, Ethan, came limping to him. He screamed. The spawn was broken because that damn BLU Soldier, Jain Van Doe, got the Magician roommate of his, Merasmus, pissed, and the dead were not spawning but coming back as ZOMBIES. Even the clones were doing it!
Brandon tried to run, but without one leg working, how could he?
first robots now zombies
what the hell was next?!
Someone grabbed Brandon's hand, pulling him to his feet. Yohann, the RED medic, was at his side, bone-saw out. He wasn't wearing his usual coat, but his waist-coat and suspenders, along with his grey pants and boots. This doctor was not exactly prepared to fight, but managed to grab his saw on the way out. His medi-pack on his back carried deadly syringes, including helpful medicines.
The BLU scout edged away as the RED came to his defense against the zombie.
The RED zombie scout took his right hand out of it's socket! It used it as a baseball bat to strike at the German. But his medic was fast, he dodged the first hit and with a swipe of his saw, cut the zombie's head right off. But the remains of the deceased still walked to them. Even without a head it could fight! Yohann backed up, growling at the zombie. It smashed it's hand against the RED's saw, cutting the fingers off with gruesome looks. the zombie roared. Could he feel pain..? Yohann doubted it. He helped the BLU scout up to his feet,"Come on!"
Ethan zombie roared. Brandon's eyes widened. His own twin, his OWN TWIN was dead! Not only that, was trying to kill him. Sure they were both scouts on the opposite team, but the spawn was working then....
Yohann grabbed his arm again,"Move it! Unless you vant to die and become one of zem!" He was being stern, which was unusual from this RED. He treated both scouts like his own nephews, and their sister, Izzy, like a niece. It was the result of being a friend of the family. Brandon nodded and slowly, with Yohann's support, managed to keep up with the doctor's running pace.
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James, the BLU spy, flicked out a ciggerate and popped it into his mouth. Jane lit it for him with a small flame from her flame thrower. She had that ability to control it, being the RED pyro. John, her brother and the BLU pyro, sat against a rough-made cot. He was smoking himself, flicking his fingers for blue flames to come. James sighed. He knew his nephew, Ethan, was a victim of Merasmus, but what of his half brother...? Jaques, the opposite color spy, was not seen for days. He could have become a dead..but who really knew? Well, besides Merasmus. The door pushed open, startling the BLU. The BLU Engineer, Dell Confagher, came in, holding a heavy bot's head. His gunslinger-arm whizzed with power just feuled in it. His hardhat was not on his head, his goggles moved to the top of the head, and his gloves off. He wiped his oil-stained hands on his over-alls and tossed the bot head to and fro his hands,"Hey, anypony seen the RED medic 'round here?" James sighed,"Non, he has been out, trying to find some survivors...if zere are any." Dell nodded,"I be at his side if I weren't runnin this place up!" John had an arm around his sister. Izzy, the RED scout, sat alone in the corner with the RED sniper, Lawrence. Izzy was worried for her dad and brother. Lawrence was doing his best to cheer his loved one. Dell sighed at such a dreary sight. The RED heavy, nowhere to be seen. The BLU scout, not sure. BLU sniper, Jackson, was there, but he sat in solitude in a corner, smoking his ciggerate with silent pain. RED spy was not there too. BLU soldier sat down in solitude on his own cot. They all knew the RED scout, BLU demo, BLU medic, RED engineer, RED soldier, and BLU heavy were as good as dead, well, they were. Merasmus had turned all of those clones, excluding Ethan as a clone, into minions of the dead. Yohann was out, trying to find some of them "survivors". Dell took his pistol and cocked it. He was gonna try, too.
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Hooligan bar in-hand, Toxin swang at a zombie soldier. The RED zombie exploded through the chest, but like all walking dead, got back up, blood dripping from it's sickly green skin and inards. Toxin's burned face formed a scowl, his half exposed skull forever in a scary smile. A hand from behind hooked it's two fingers in Toxin's right eye-socket, but he snapped the hand off the RED Engineer zombie and threw it at the ground, smashing the butt of his bar into it. He hissed. This freelance of the TeamFortress Industries was not going to die because of walking dead who were really dull immortal IDIOTS! He breathed out a toxic fume and smashed his hooligan into the Engie's hard hat. It cracked and split the zombie's skull, piercing it's brains into pieces that skattered about. The zombie picked itself up, though, and kept coming. Now these two gruesome enemies had this Toxic human backed into an old barn wall. He was going to lose for once? Maybe, just maybe. He was once fueled with Australium so he could withstand anything. He was much more powerful than Saxton Hale himself! He swung his bar fruitlessly, smashing the dead again and AGAIN.
Nothing seemed to work.
Then the sound of a pistol.
BAM. another shot got the two zombies' attention. Dell fired again, the Soldier's head smached off it's shoulders. Blood everywhere the RED engineer growled at the new foe. Dell growled back, whizzing his Gunslinger in a one-eighty degree circle. The metal hand was his special tool, withstanding the bite of a dead mean, no sweat, partner! Toxin saw his chance. SMACK! The hooligan clawed it's way into the zombie's upper jaw. With an accurate swing Toxin ripped it's head from his body. Not minding the founting blood, he threw the head into the barn wall, smashing the damn thing into pieces of skin and bone.
The RED soldier growled and lashed at Dell, but with a quick work of a pistol, he exposed of the solly, too.
Finally the walking dead were TRULY dead.
Dell was breathing heavy. Toxin wiped the blood from his Green chemical suit,"Why the hell did you come? I could have dealt with this." "Now, son, you know you could not-" "I don't need the damn help from a TF worker!" "Team Fortress Industries sorta broke down, young man..well half man." He nodded to Toxin's right side of his body, which was only exposed bone. Toxin growled, his skull side erupting into an insane grin while his skin and flesh section into a snarl.
Dell chuckled,"Hit a sour not, didn't I? Sorry 'bout that, son, you needed a lecture." He fingered his wooden cross neckalace,"What in heaven's name could bring zombies to such folks as us?" Toxin was silent.
This Texan was good at making one's rage lower.
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Yohann screamed as the Ethan zombie tore the doctor's leg up with his teeth. A swift kick from a metal leg got the zombie off the medic. Brandon helped Yohann on his feet,"Come on!" Yohann nodded and shook off the nagging pain in his leg. He turned and smacked the zombie in the eye with the end of his saw. It roared at them in pain and anger.
But the dead still walked.
It grabbed Yohann by his leg and pulled him down. Yohann kicked it's face, but that didn't help much. Then the sound of a gun and the zombie's head tore from it's collar.
Dell blew the smoke from the pistol and Toxin shouldered his hooligan bar.