Magical Sailor Fuku

Kyle, an iron pipe in his hand, waves away some cobwebs as he walks into an old abandoned building. "Gah! Stupid spiders..." He is tall, collage age, at least. Tall and muscular, a bright look in his eyes... but not a smart one; he appears to be observing everything, however, looking for something. "Think there are zombies here?"

Another guy, Samuel, walks in. He is wearing dusty clothing, and is wearing glasses. "Kyle, I told you, there are NO zombies left! ...well. The statitical probabilitie is slim." He is relativly tall, and thin; not muscular at all. However, he is paying attention to everything, just like Kyle... but in a diffrent sense, a more academic sense. He is looking around, eyes bright, looking for something.

A tall, taller then the rest of them, guy follows as well. He is Mason. He has a wide birth, one that some would mistake for fat, but is actually pure muscle. He isn't carrying anything on him. "Bah. Yer fancy words mean nothin'." Unlike the other two, he is not paying attention to anything. Not the sharpest knife in the drawer.

A smaller, thinner man, Justin, comes through, this one a bit jittery. "B-bah. Y-you should trust S-sam more, M-mason." He is jumping up at every creek and shadow. "T-though you do have a point..."

Another one comes through, this one much more confident then the last. His name is Cain. "You all need to calm down... Sam found out that, somehow, some electricity has been charging a machine in this place, and we need to check it out. Zombie or no. Isn't that right?" He looks at the last boy, behind him, expecting an answer.

Bert nods. "Electricity means there's something we can use, or survivors." One of the taller boys, Bert is a little gangly and has a sharp nose. His voice carries well though, and has a soothing tone. He holds a large butcher's knife in hand, checking the path behind them. "And can we keep it down guys? If there is a zombie in here, it'll be listening for us."

Kyle whistles. "Maybe it's a girl! Hopefully a hot one."

Samuel waps his head. "Kyle, we haven't seen a girl for years now. And no, your posters don't count."

They start bickering, ignoreing Bert's suggestion. However, Bert might see a flashing red light to his left.

"Can it, guys. Survival, remember? We can argue when we're back home." Bert blinks and heads off a little. "Hey Cain. Come here. I think I see something." He keeps his knife at the ready, and investigates the blinking red light.

Cain, sadly, being the leader of the group is with the other two, trying to shut them up. And failing. Eventually, and by eventually I mean soon, the rest of the guys are together shouting, trying to be louder then the rest and win the argument.

No zombies are out, however.

"Ugh..." Bert had tried being the voice of reason many a time, but when they got into shouting matches like this, there was nothing to do but work alone. Bert distances himself from the group a little more, reaching out and tapping the blinking light gently.

Suddenly, a large iron chamber falls ontop of him with a thud. The other boys suddenly quite and turn around. "Bert?" Cain says. "You okay?"

Bert gasps and looks around at the iron walls surrounding him. His breathing quickens and he tries to find seam with his knife. "No, I'm not okay! I'm trapped in some kind of giant can! Get me outta here!"

The other boys suddenly babble and go to try to remove it when a strange voice echoes throught the room. "Subject has entered. Initianting molecular reconstruction." There is a strange whirring noise inside the tube. "Wh' tha 'eck?!" Mason exclamies. "Wha' ya' mean!?"

"Guys, something's happening in here! Get me out!" Bert's voice is panicked, and he starts to hyperventilate. "I don't like this!"

"We'll get you out! Calm down!" Kyle shouts. The start banging it and trying to open it as Bert feels quite... weird... like something is rearranging him on the inside out.

Bert groans and clutches his stomach in an attempt to make the weirdness go away. "Guys, I don't feel so good..."

His voice... comes out airy and light, just like a females! "Guys!" Kyle yells. "I think that it's a girl in there as well! We gotta save her!" He redoubles his efforts.

Bert looks around in the dark tube. No one else in there. He clears his throat. "Guys, it's just me. There's no girl in here..." His voice is a little quieter, shocked and a little ashamed at the tone his voice is taking. He tries to deepen it. "What's going on?"

"Don't worry, girl! We'll save you!" Kyle tries to sound valient... but he just sounds like a pervert.

Meanwhile, Bert feels a budding... pressure in his chest. Like something is growing inside of it.