Authors note: I would once again like to thank my fanfic partner ttobba95 for making some edits to this first part of this story.
This is a little story I came up with based on the leaked DR2 OTR achievementt called "Out with the Old"
It basically says defeat the motorcycle riding Psychopath with a picture of Chuck with a goatie. So yeah,enjoy this little story.

6:00 PM Fortune Park, Fortune City

Frank West wondered around the park, cutting down any zombie in his way with the broadsword he was currently holding. He kind-of saw this as time off, nothing was going on right now and there were no current leads to follow. He could take as much of a breather as a city full of the shambling undead would allow, which-to Frank's knowledge-was not much.

Then, as if on cue, the yellow tranciever from within his pocket started to ring. Pulling it out, Frank's deep voice spoke into it. "What have you got for me?"

His answer came from the concerned voice of Stacey Forsythe, leader of C.U.R.E. "Frank! I've spotted a guy near the arena. He seems real pissed off.!He's killing zombies like crazy!"

Unlike with most info Stacey gave him, Frank began to get interested. Another zombie-killer here in Fortune? Now he had a scoop!

"Alright. I'll see what his problem is". Frank switched off the tranciever and rushed to the arena. On the way there he used a maintinence cart to knock down the hordes in front of him. When he arrived at the arena he heard shouts of anger. They sounded like this. "You bastards! You took her! You took them both!". The photojournalist hastedly searched the area to find the shouter.

Then, Frank felt the uncomfortable breath of a zombie go down his neck. He had been careless, he forgot about the hordes. Frank took a breath himself. He turned to face his death...

...but what faced him back was that same zombie, now with nails stuck in it's head. The corpse fell down in front of the photographer, revealing it's killer, and the shouter from before. He was a young blonde man in his late twentys, clad in a bright yellow IJIEK Racing jacket and blue jeans. Frank looked at him for a second. For some reason, he felt like he had seen this man before.

"You!" Apparently, he had. The blonde shoved Frank onto the floor and tried to attack him with his nail-coated bat. Frank rolled out of the way and got to his feet again. He didn't want to have to fight this man. But if he had to...

The blonde man tried to strike again, this time with his fist. Dodging the blow, Frank made some space between him and the blonde. "This is all your fault!"

Frank stared back in confusion. "What do you mean 'my fault'? I have no idea what you're talking about!" Fearful that the man might attack again, Frank circled him. "Who the hell are you anyway?"

Frank expected the man to shout again or try to hit him. But instead he began to.. laugh?

"You.. you don't know who i am?.. That's a good one.." his laughs eerily reminded Frank of the various crazies he had encountered a few years back. He quickly got worried.

Then the man began to burst with rage again. "YOU SHOULD KNOW WHO I AM! SEEING AS HOW YOU TOOK AWAY MY BEST GIRL!". He lunged for the photojournalist, who rolled out of the way. Seeing a simple lead pipe on the ground, Frank ran to it and picked it up, holding it out in front of him to fend the man off. He mentaly cursed for dropping his sword.

The man spoke again, a little bit calmer now. "It's Chuck. Chuck Greene".

Still holding the pipe up, Frank spoke his own name. "Frank West, freelance Photojournalist".

"Oh, I know..." the man, Chuck, began again. "I know who you are. I saw what you did!" He swung his bat again, knocking the pipe out of Frank's hands, forcing him to run from the second swing. "What did i do?" he shouted back to the crazed blonde man.

Chuck got enraged yet again. "DON'T YOU REMEMBER? YOU KILLED MY DAUGHTER IN COLD BLOOD! YOU LET HER TURN AND THEN YOU KILLED HER!"

The sudden outburst triggered a flashback in the photographer's head.

FLASHBACK

Frank West ran through the Fortune City Arena, searching for a way out. The handgun he was holding was almost out of bullets, so he was forced to just run through the crowds. Then he heard a scream from the green room. A little girl's scream.

His eyes widening at the though of a child becoming one of them, Frank rushed as fast as he could into the green room. Seeing a member of arena staff already a zombie, he quickly shot it and looked for the girl. He was too late, the staff member had already bitten the poor girl and she was now turning. Frank was shocked, he had seen people turn before but, this was a child, turning into a rotting zombie. The thought made him want to puke.

Once the turning had finished, the little girl rose to her feet, hunger in her now-lifeless eyes. Slowly, she moved towards the photographer. Frank looked at her, then his gun. He saw only one way out, and he honestly didn't want to take it. But he knew it was the only way.

Raising his gun, Frank aimed directly for her head. His hand trembled at the thought of killing a child but he forced his aim straight. Once he was sure his line of fire was directly aimed for the girl's head, Frank quickly averted his eyes and shut them tightly. Even he didn't want to watch what he was about to do.

BANG!

The shot rang out, the bullet colliding with it's target and killing it. Frank still didn't open his eyes, but to his ears, the sound of the shot was the only thing he could hear right now

"KATEY!"

As well as that.

Opening his eyes, Frank quickly turned to the doorway to see Chuck Greene, yellow jacket and all, standing there with an undescribable look on his face. His gaze looked at the girl, then at Frank, his gun, the other zombie. Mumbling incoherently, Chuck slowly walked over to the corpse of what had once been Katey Greene, still in disbelief. Frank just stood there until Chuck finally turned his head, newly-lit fire in his eyes. Frank would have said something, but, acting on instinct, he ran back out the door and out of the arena, trying to escape what he had just done.

"I'm sorry" he thought.

END FLASHBACK

Frank's eyes widened at the realisation. "That girl was your daughter..." he trailed off.

Chuck however, still had that fire in his eyes. "Remember now?" he called "you shot my best girl dead. She turned and then you shot her..." A few tears fell from the blonde man's eyes, but they did nothing to put out the fire. "But... you're gonna pay". He wiped his eyes and looked directly at Frank. "You'll pay Frank "I've covered wars, ya'know" West!" Chuck mocked Frank's line. Then he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a key. He tossed it to Frank, who caught it.

"That key's for that red bike up there" Chuck nodded to the red motorcycle in front of the arena. Chuck then got right in front of Frank and looked him in the eye. Frank could have sworn he saw the flames.

"Bring that bike, and your ass, to Fortune Park, near the entrance to Uranus Zone at 11:00 PM" Chuck issued his challenge. "There and then, I'll make you pay for what you did to Katey!".

And with that, Chuck Greene walked off into the hordes, ripping them apart with his spiked bat. Frank watched him go, then looked at the key in his hand. "Never meant to kill that kid" he said with a regretful sigh.

"But if it's a fight he wants... then a fight he's gonna get!" he declared. He would be there at the entrance to Uranus Zone at 11. And he would fight that crazed man. And beat him back to sanity. He half-smiled at the thought.

Soon, it would be time. Time for the ultimate battle.

Frank West vs Chuck Greene.