Chapter 1
It was kind of early the day I left my old house in Seattle, around five a.m. or so. My mom and me where moving to this well-to-do suburban neighborhood in Northern California. My mom inherited a house and around 2 million dollars from her father who had just died. He was this big executive for Umbrella Inc. till the day he died. The truth is I didn't really want anything from anybody who was associated with Umbrella. They fucked up that Raccoon City place pretty bad. But that's beside the point. When my mom told me we where moving I got pretty depressed. I didn't know anybody in California except this guy I knew about three years ago, until he moved there. He had moved to L.A. though.
After the four-hour drive we finally pulled into the driveway. The very second I got out I smelt one of the most horrid stenches I could ever remember smelling. Dead flesh that's been decaying for a few days. "Goddammit!" I shouted grabbing my nose to keep out the smell. "Watch your mouth!" shouted my mother. I couldn't really hear her; I wasn't really listening to her. I had to find out where the hell that rancid smell was coming from. I walked around the right side of the house and saw nothing. I kept walking around till I got to the back of the house. "Oh fuck..." I muttered. There was the upper torso of a man I recognized as the guy next door. I met him when we came to look at the house a few days back. I slowly stepped back around the house and started to run. I ran into the front door right as my mom kicked it to shut it. The damned door hit me pretty hard and my nose started to bleed. I fell backwards because of the impact and hit the ground with and audible thud.
"Ahh!" I groaned.
"Oh shit, I'm sorry honey," my mom said dropping the box she was carrying.
"Gotta call the police, dead guy in back yard..."
"What the hell are you talking about?" She asked handing me a paper towel from the box.
"Don't go in the backyard. The neighbor is back there, somebody cut him in half." I said getting off the ground and running inside. I grabbed the telephone and listened for a dial tone. There was nothing. "We haven't got the phone turned on yet." My mother said.
"We gotta get the fuckin police, there's a dead guy in our backyard. You didn't smell that?!"
"Oh Jesus, I though it was a dead animal. We'll just use the neighbor's phone."
"The dead guy is the neighbor!"
Without saying anything, she grabbed her keys and ran out the door and got in the car. I followed her. We where both in and she cranked the car. In the blink of an eye, something dropped out of thin air and landed about three inches from the hood of the car. The thing looked like a five-foot lizard with large claws on both hands.
"Punch it!" I shouted at my petrified mother. She snapped out of it and threw it in reverse. Just as she hit the gas, the lizard jumped on the hood of the car and slammed its long claws in threw the windshield, cutting my mom's head in half. It let out another loud screech and tried to pull out its claw from the head rest of her seat but the thing was stuck. The whole situation hit me all at one time: the thing, my mother being violently killed, and her foot still on the gas backing fast towards a ditch across the road. When the impact of the car falling into the ditch happened I didn't feel it. I was already attached to my seat. The lizard creature still had its claw stuck in the headrest and was flung over the roof of the car when the car slammed into the wall of the ditch. Its hand was still stuck in the seat but the rest of it wasn't there.
I opened the glove compartment and saw my mom's gun inside. It was a Glock 32C, 357 mag. I pulled it out and held it in my hand. I ejected the clip, it was full. I also had a round already in the chamber. The thing is my mom bought it for protection but never bought any extra ammo for the damn thing. I opened the door and got out, gun in hand. The thing was lying on its stomach, dead. Its head had smashed into a large tree, its blood and some brain matter where smeared down the tree.
I went to the driver's side of the car. My mother's corpse was sitting there, her head split open. I could see everything she had inside her head. "Man...shit..." I moaned. I was sad as hell but I couldn't bring it out. Just a part of me died with her. I grabbed her by her limp shoulders and pulled her out of the vehicle. There was blood all over the seat, my hands and clothes. The windshield was smashed to shit and I couldn't see out of it to drive. I looked in the back and found a hammer and went back around to the front. I hit it as hard as I could and the whole head of the hammer went threw it and I turned it sideways and pulled on it. It came loose a little but it didn't come out, so I got on the hood of the car and kicked the shit out of it with all the power I had. It fell almost taking me with it. I went around and opened the door and pulled it out of the drivers seat. I grabbed the thing's claw and pulled it out of the headrest and threw it on the ground. I got in and cranked the car and started towards town.
When I got into town there were only a few people walking around. They where staggering around like they were hurt or drunk. It was a Saturday, the last time I'd been there was a weekday and there was more people walking around then than now. "What the fuck..." I saw the police station on the right and turned in. I parked over two spaces but I couldn't really give a fuck right then. I got out and went inside. There wasn't a damned person in there. It wasn't a big town but still, there should've been at least some body in there. "Hello!" I shouted but nobody was around the place. Then out of a room in the back I heard a moan and some glass breaking, "Agghhh, get the fuck off me!" somebody shouted. I jogged towards the noise and saw and guy laying on the floor, about 19 years-old. There was a scent of dead flesh in the building as at my new house. There was a rotting human crawling up the guy's leg; I didn't hesitate on running up and kicking the crawling man in the face as hard as I could. I was pretty surprised when his head flew off and out the opposite door.
"What the fuck...I didn't kick him that hard." I said to no one at all.
"Thanks man," he said getting up. "Name's Ethan and you don't really have to kick that hard."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"They're already dead, the undead, zombies, whatever you want." I just stared in disbelief and then it came to me.
"Ah fuck'em then."
"Yeah, well, you got a name?"
"Oh, I'm Colin. Are there any cops around here?"
"Not any more, they're all dead."
"Dead...why the hell are they dead?"
"Zombies, lickers, hunters, spiders, and suicide mostly."
"Zombies, I got but what the hell are lickers and hunters?"
"You'll know when you see'em." The guy didn't look like a cop but maybe he knew where I could pick up some ammo.
"You work here?" I asked.
"Nah..."
"Shit," I said and started wondering around the station looking for the armory. I found the evidence and interrogation rooms but no armory. The guy that I found followed me around looking for the armory. Finally, after about a thirty-minute search I found the armory. It was almost cleaned out. There were no weapons but there was some ammo lying around. "Hey, can you help me find some ammo for my gun?" I asked him. "Uh, yeah, let me see it." I handed it over to him and he looked it over and began looking around. I started looking around for another weapon but there wasn't a damned thing in there. "Ok, here we go, I found about four boxes." I went over to him and took a look in the boxes. Each box had about twenty-five rounds in it, "Fuckin a'," I said. I took the boxes and found some clips lying in the corner of a shelf and began to load them up. I looked around and found a backpack and tossed them in.
"Are you leaving with me or are you going to try to be a hero and save people?" I asked him.
"I have nobody to save, I came here with friends and they're all dead."
"Well let's go." On that note Ethan and I exited the police station and got in the car a drove back the way I came. I passed by the house I had been at, the house my mother died at. Then, I heard something. I slowed to a stop and looked out the window into the sky and saw a helicopter with a large umbrella on the side of it, flying low.
"What the hell are you doing, we could be killed out here..."
"Shut the fuck up," I said interrupting him. I watched as the 'copter flew in the same direction as I was driving. I started driving in the same direction as I was going in the first place. When we got down the road a little, the both of us saw the 'copter land and guys with machine guns jump out. A large truck pulled up behind them. "Hey look, they'll help us," Ethan said excitedly and jumped out of the car and started waving his arms like a lunatic and yelling at the top of his lungs, "HELP!" All of a sudden automatic fire split the air and broke the concrete around Ethan. It took me by surprise, I ducked and threw the car into reverse, just I hit the gas, I saw the top part of Ethan jump in the door. I was going about 60 mph in reverse. "This isn't going to be good," I muttered and cut the wheel to a hard right turning a half-circle. I slammed it into Over-drive and sped away.
The drive back to the police station was uneventful. There was no one walking around any more, all the people who were walking around were zombies any way. We went back in the front door; there still wasn't anybody in the place. I just sat down in the nearest desk; this had been the most stressful fucking day I'd ever had. Ethan and I just sat in silence for about half an hour. There was something that had been picking at my brain for the last 15 minutes, that evidence room. I knew it wasn't the best idea in the world but I needed it.
"Hey man, do you know if there is a way to get to the roof from here?" I asked Ethan.
"Uh...yeah, I found it trying to hide from this insane cop that thought I was a zombie."
"Well show me where it is." He got up and started walking down the hall and turned into an office. He reached up and pulled a string and I climbed up. I scanned the small room all around, had to make sure there was nothing up there. Nothing. I went back down and walked back into the hall. I headed towards the evidence room. "Where the hell you going?" Ethan asked, I didn't answer him. I tried the door; it was locked. I took the small rectangular sign off the door that said "Evidence" and jimmied the door open. To my surprise there was a shotgun lying in a puddle of blood. There was also a spilled bag of cocaine lying on the floor. I picked the shotgun up and checked it for ammo. There were on four rounds, "Here." I said handing it to Ethan.
"Do you know how to use this?" I asked.
"No."
"Just like in the movies, pump and fire." I said handing it to him.
"Fuckin a'." With that he went down the hall and came back with a box of shells.
"Can you load this?" He asked me.
"I'll show you," I answered taking it from him. "Watch." I took a round shell out of the box and slid it in the chamber and pumped it once. "Here," I said giving it back to him. I went over to the shelves and looked at the boxes that lined the shelves. I took down just a random one and put it on the floor. It was a cheap one, one hit from a nightstick or crowbar would kill the lock. I looked around for a nightstick but there wasn't one in the room. I went back into the office where I was sitting and plundered in the desks until I found one. I went back to the evidence room, Ethan was stuffing a few extra shells in his pocket when I returned. I pulled back and slammed the nightstick on the handle as hard as I could and it smashed the door in. I grabbed the handle and pulled the door up and out. Inside sat exactly what I was looking for: a half ounce bag of marijuana. I pulled it out and looked at it, the dark green and little red hairs. I could smell it from outside the bag. I turned to Ethan, holding the bag up. "Are you with me?" I asked him, "Its a good idea, I haven't slept in three days...Got any papers?" With that I sat and rolled a fat little joint. When I got done we headed back to the roof-access door. When we got there it was closed but I didn't remember closing it, which was a bad thing any way.
"Did you close that door?"
"Yeah."
"Thank God," I said with genuine relief. I grabbed the string of the door and pulled it down. Ethan climbed up first. He went up and I followed. He opened the door and walked out to the roof. The roof of the place was lined with three-foot high brick walls. I went over to one of the walls and sat up against it. I took my lighter out and lit the end of the joint. I hit on it again and again until there was a good burning cherry on the end. When I finally got one, I took a long hit off it a passed it to Ethan. We continued the cycle until it was three-fourths gone and he passed it to me, "Nah man I'm pretty baked right now." I stood up, put out the joint and stretched. I looked out over the small wall. I couldn't see much but I couldn't care right then either. This is may not have been good for Ethan but this was the only way I could focus.
"Are you cool?" I asked Ethan.
"Yeah man, this is the only way my mind doesn't wonder." I gave a small laugh and picked up my gun and backpack off the surface. Ethan already had his shotgun in hand and we started towards the door. I opened the door and the sunlight shone on a creature standing a few feet from the door. It had its brain exposed and many other internal organs. It hissed and there was a loud blast from beside me. The things head disappeared along with some of its chest and fell down the latter that led up to the small room. I heard it hit the floor pretty hard. I looked at Ethan holding his smoking shotgun, "Thanks." He just looked at me and nodded. I pointed my gun in front of me and started down the steps. I looked left and right, I jumped down the rest of the steps and nearly slipped in blood. Ethan followed me, "That's a licker. You ready to get the hell out of here?" He asked,
"Where the fuck we gonna go?!"
"I'm not sure but we gotta get out of town."
"We'd have to go across town and go out threw the woods."
"Well let's go." We went out the front door of the police station and towards the car. When I got outside and went out to the car there was a guy in a black uniform under the car, he had a submachine gun a few inches beside him, he was also wearing a flak jacket. I pulled my gun and walked a little closer to him, making no noise. A few seconds later he slid out from under the car and looked me dead in the face. I couldn't see any of his features threw his mask and goggles. I had my gun pointed at his face. As soon as he saw me he reached for his gun and I fired a round threw his goggles. The glass opened and turned red in a split second and he fell against the car, smearing blood down the door. I reached down and grabbed his body and pushed it over on to the road. I crawled under the car and found a block of C-4 wired to an electronic timer. There was two minutes left on the timer. "Oh shit..." I muttered. I knew nothing about electronic bombs but, a little bit about C-4. There were only three wires running into it, I knew only one of them would make it blow and only one would make it stop, just like everybody else. There were three wires going in and I was never really good at choosing the right anything so, I just grabbed all three of them and ripped them out. The timer went blank. I slid a little farther under the car and tilted my head up a little. The block was attached to a pressure plate. It was just a small strip of metal lodged into the block that ran into the crack of the door. I grabbed the block and pulled on it very gently and it began to slide down the strip slowly. It came off the strip and I pulled the timer off the bottom of the car. I looked at the C-4, put it in my bag and threw the timer threw the front window of some local store across the street. Ethan looked at me with a large grin on his face a got in the car.
"What was that you put in your bag?"
"C-4."
"What the hell are we taking' C-4 with us for?!"
"You never know," I stated and cranked the car. I held my breath when I cranked the car, but nothing happened. I let my air out, backed out and started down the street. I got to the intersection and cut out across the street to the left. We were nearly side swiped by a wrecker going down the road about 70 mph. I managed to get around him and slid to a stop. I looked out the window to see the truck slide sideways a tip over. I turned the car off and got out. The truck was lying down in the middle of the road, about 75 yards away. I felt safe running down the road. It was only about 12 o'clock in the day. I got to the truck and pointed my gun at the windshield. I started to walk around it trying to get a better view of what was inside but, the glass was cracked and there was steam coming up from the hood. Ethan walked past me, I didn't even notice he had followed me until now. I glanced at him as he disappeared behind the trailer of the truck. I finally got fed up with not being able to see inside the cab so, I went back towards to driver's side, it was the side that wasn't on the ground. I put my firearm on the door and grabbed the door to hoist myself up. It was only five feet high so I got up with ease. I looked threw the window, I saw the figure of a man lying on the passenger side door. I tried the door but it was locked so I just bashed it in with the butt of my gun. There was a guy crumpled down by the passenger side door. He had a bullet hole in his forehead and he was extremely decayed. That god-awful smell caught up to me again so I just jumped down and went around to see what the hell Ethan was doing.
When I got back there he was just leaning against the trailer with his head back and his eyes closed. "You alright?" I asked.
"Yeah, just tired as shit." I looked around, we weren't even in the middle of town yet there was just a bunch of stores around. The one we were by was just a local convenience store. I don't know what it was, maybe just the freedom to know I wouldn't get in some shit but, I picked up a large rock from the ground and threw it thru the window. The whole thing cracked into small
pieces but fell out in large pieces. It scared the hell out of Ethan. I stepped up thru the window and went inside. I jumped the counter and pulled a pack of Camels out of the rack. I went back out and lit one. I'd never been much of a smoker but after this I might favor it a lot more than I had in the past. I took one long puff after the other.
"You know that shit can kill you." Ethan stated. I just kind of stared at him in disbelief, "Really?" My voice dripping sarcasm. I put the cigarette back in my mouth and started back towards the car. When I rounded the trailer I saw about 13 zombies staggering towards the car, they only had about 15 feet to go. I spit out the cigarette and took off towards the vehicle. I ran as fast and hard as I could, I just had to make it there before the zombies did, for some reason. When I got close enough there was a zombie at my door and I shot him strait in the center of his forehead, blood, brain and skull chips flew backwards. The other zombies weren't far behind. The farthest one was walking on the sidewalk. A few seconds after I had glanced at the thing, I heard a window shatter and loud, familiar screech filled the air. I looked over to see the same kind of lizard creature that killed my mom. It had jumped out of a store window and cut down a few of the zombies for me. "Fuck!" I shouted and got in the car. I put it in reverse and took off, backwards. I looked behind me, Ethan was still standing at the trailer. I stopped there and looked a head of me, the creature had killed a few more zombies and started running towards us, "Get the fuck in!" I shouted as he slammed the door and we took off. "Oh shit, that's a fuckin hunter!" Ethan shouted shouldering his shotgun, the hunter was closing in pretty fast.
"Hey man put your seat belt on and be ready to fire." I said to him. This was a bad plan but a plan nonetheless.
"What the hell are you gonna do."
"I'm gonna hit the brakes hard and when that thing springs, fuckin' blast em'."
"Fuckin hell." We were going towards the sidewall of a store. I looked ahead and took a breath. I slammed the brakes hard and we slid to a stop. As soon as we stopped, it jumped from incredibly far and came flying at us. There was a load blast and the hunter hit a back flip in mid-air. It landed on its stomach and didn't move. I got out and walked towards the thing, my gun aimed at its head. It probably could've killed me if, it was alive, in a second. I kicked it but it didn't move so I walked back to the car. I went to the passenger side and leaned down to the window, "Can you drive now?"
"Sure," Ethan said and got out.
It was kind of early the day I left my old house in Seattle, around five a.m. or so. My mom and me where moving to this well-to-do suburban neighborhood in Northern California. My mom inherited a house and around 2 million dollars from her father who had just died. He was this big executive for Umbrella Inc. till the day he died. The truth is I didn't really want anything from anybody who was associated with Umbrella. They fucked up that Raccoon City place pretty bad. But that's beside the point. When my mom told me we where moving I got pretty depressed. I didn't know anybody in California except this guy I knew about three years ago, until he moved there. He had moved to L.A. though.
After the four-hour drive we finally pulled into the driveway. The very second I got out I smelt one of the most horrid stenches I could ever remember smelling. Dead flesh that's been decaying for a few days. "Goddammit!" I shouted grabbing my nose to keep out the smell. "Watch your mouth!" shouted my mother. I couldn't really hear her; I wasn't really listening to her. I had to find out where the hell that rancid smell was coming from. I walked around the right side of the house and saw nothing. I kept walking around till I got to the back of the house. "Oh fuck..." I muttered. There was the upper torso of a man I recognized as the guy next door. I met him when we came to look at the house a few days back. I slowly stepped back around the house and started to run. I ran into the front door right as my mom kicked it to shut it. The damned door hit me pretty hard and my nose started to bleed. I fell backwards because of the impact and hit the ground with and audible thud.
"Ahh!" I groaned.
"Oh shit, I'm sorry honey," my mom said dropping the box she was carrying.
"Gotta call the police, dead guy in back yard..."
"What the hell are you talking about?" She asked handing me a paper towel from the box.
"Don't go in the backyard. The neighbor is back there, somebody cut him in half." I said getting off the ground and running inside. I grabbed the telephone and listened for a dial tone. There was nothing. "We haven't got the phone turned on yet." My mother said.
"We gotta get the fuckin police, there's a dead guy in our backyard. You didn't smell that?!"
"Oh Jesus, I though it was a dead animal. We'll just use the neighbor's phone."
"The dead guy is the neighbor!"
Without saying anything, she grabbed her keys and ran out the door and got in the car. I followed her. We where both in and she cranked the car. In the blink of an eye, something dropped out of thin air and landed about three inches from the hood of the car. The thing looked like a five-foot lizard with large claws on both hands.
"Punch it!" I shouted at my petrified mother. She snapped out of it and threw it in reverse. Just as she hit the gas, the lizard jumped on the hood of the car and slammed its long claws in threw the windshield, cutting my mom's head in half. It let out another loud screech and tried to pull out its claw from the head rest of her seat but the thing was stuck. The whole situation hit me all at one time: the thing, my mother being violently killed, and her foot still on the gas backing fast towards a ditch across the road. When the impact of the car falling into the ditch happened I didn't feel it. I was already attached to my seat. The lizard creature still had its claw stuck in the headrest and was flung over the roof of the car when the car slammed into the wall of the ditch. Its hand was still stuck in the seat but the rest of it wasn't there.
I opened the glove compartment and saw my mom's gun inside. It was a Glock 32C, 357 mag. I pulled it out and held it in my hand. I ejected the clip, it was full. I also had a round already in the chamber. The thing is my mom bought it for protection but never bought any extra ammo for the damn thing. I opened the door and got out, gun in hand. The thing was lying on its stomach, dead. Its head had smashed into a large tree, its blood and some brain matter where smeared down the tree.
I went to the driver's side of the car. My mother's corpse was sitting there, her head split open. I could see everything she had inside her head. "Man...shit..." I moaned. I was sad as hell but I couldn't bring it out. Just a part of me died with her. I grabbed her by her limp shoulders and pulled her out of the vehicle. There was blood all over the seat, my hands and clothes. The windshield was smashed to shit and I couldn't see out of it to drive. I looked in the back and found a hammer and went back around to the front. I hit it as hard as I could and the whole head of the hammer went threw it and I turned it sideways and pulled on it. It came loose a little but it didn't come out, so I got on the hood of the car and kicked the shit out of it with all the power I had. It fell almost taking me with it. I went around and opened the door and pulled it out of the drivers seat. I grabbed the thing's claw and pulled it out of the headrest and threw it on the ground. I got in and cranked the car and started towards town.
When I got into town there were only a few people walking around. They where staggering around like they were hurt or drunk. It was a Saturday, the last time I'd been there was a weekday and there was more people walking around then than now. "What the fuck..." I saw the police station on the right and turned in. I parked over two spaces but I couldn't really give a fuck right then. I got out and went inside. There wasn't a damned person in there. It wasn't a big town but still, there should've been at least some body in there. "Hello!" I shouted but nobody was around the place. Then out of a room in the back I heard a moan and some glass breaking, "Agghhh, get the fuck off me!" somebody shouted. I jogged towards the noise and saw and guy laying on the floor, about 19 years-old. There was a scent of dead flesh in the building as at my new house. There was a rotting human crawling up the guy's leg; I didn't hesitate on running up and kicking the crawling man in the face as hard as I could. I was pretty surprised when his head flew off and out the opposite door.
"What the fuck...I didn't kick him that hard." I said to no one at all.
"Thanks man," he said getting up. "Name's Ethan and you don't really have to kick that hard."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"They're already dead, the undead, zombies, whatever you want." I just stared in disbelief and then it came to me.
"Ah fuck'em then."
"Yeah, well, you got a name?"
"Oh, I'm Colin. Are there any cops around here?"
"Not any more, they're all dead."
"Dead...why the hell are they dead?"
"Zombies, lickers, hunters, spiders, and suicide mostly."
"Zombies, I got but what the hell are lickers and hunters?"
"You'll know when you see'em." The guy didn't look like a cop but maybe he knew where I could pick up some ammo.
"You work here?" I asked.
"Nah..."
"Shit," I said and started wondering around the station looking for the armory. I found the evidence and interrogation rooms but no armory. The guy that I found followed me around looking for the armory. Finally, after about a thirty-minute search I found the armory. It was almost cleaned out. There were no weapons but there was some ammo lying around. "Hey, can you help me find some ammo for my gun?" I asked him. "Uh, yeah, let me see it." I handed it over to him and he looked it over and began looking around. I started looking around for another weapon but there wasn't a damned thing in there. "Ok, here we go, I found about four boxes." I went over to him and took a look in the boxes. Each box had about twenty-five rounds in it, "Fuckin a'," I said. I took the boxes and found some clips lying in the corner of a shelf and began to load them up. I looked around and found a backpack and tossed them in.
"Are you leaving with me or are you going to try to be a hero and save people?" I asked him.
"I have nobody to save, I came here with friends and they're all dead."
"Well let's go." On that note Ethan and I exited the police station and got in the car a drove back the way I came. I passed by the house I had been at, the house my mother died at. Then, I heard something. I slowed to a stop and looked out the window into the sky and saw a helicopter with a large umbrella on the side of it, flying low.
"What the hell are you doing, we could be killed out here..."
"Shut the fuck up," I said interrupting him. I watched as the 'copter flew in the same direction as I was driving. I started driving in the same direction as I was going in the first place. When we got down the road a little, the both of us saw the 'copter land and guys with machine guns jump out. A large truck pulled up behind them. "Hey look, they'll help us," Ethan said excitedly and jumped out of the car and started waving his arms like a lunatic and yelling at the top of his lungs, "HELP!" All of a sudden automatic fire split the air and broke the concrete around Ethan. It took me by surprise, I ducked and threw the car into reverse, just I hit the gas, I saw the top part of Ethan jump in the door. I was going about 60 mph in reverse. "This isn't going to be good," I muttered and cut the wheel to a hard right turning a half-circle. I slammed it into Over-drive and sped away.
The drive back to the police station was uneventful. There was no one walking around any more, all the people who were walking around were zombies any way. We went back in the front door; there still wasn't anybody in the place. I just sat down in the nearest desk; this had been the most stressful fucking day I'd ever had. Ethan and I just sat in silence for about half an hour. There was something that had been picking at my brain for the last 15 minutes, that evidence room. I knew it wasn't the best idea in the world but I needed it.
"Hey man, do you know if there is a way to get to the roof from here?" I asked Ethan.
"Uh...yeah, I found it trying to hide from this insane cop that thought I was a zombie."
"Well show me where it is." He got up and started walking down the hall and turned into an office. He reached up and pulled a string and I climbed up. I scanned the small room all around, had to make sure there was nothing up there. Nothing. I went back down and walked back into the hall. I headed towards the evidence room. "Where the hell you going?" Ethan asked, I didn't answer him. I tried the door; it was locked. I took the small rectangular sign off the door that said "Evidence" and jimmied the door open. To my surprise there was a shotgun lying in a puddle of blood. There was also a spilled bag of cocaine lying on the floor. I picked the shotgun up and checked it for ammo. There were on four rounds, "Here." I said handing it to Ethan.
"Do you know how to use this?" I asked.
"No."
"Just like in the movies, pump and fire." I said handing it to him.
"Fuckin a'." With that he went down the hall and came back with a box of shells.
"Can you load this?" He asked me.
"I'll show you," I answered taking it from him. "Watch." I took a round shell out of the box and slid it in the chamber and pumped it once. "Here," I said giving it back to him. I went over to the shelves and looked at the boxes that lined the shelves. I took down just a random one and put it on the floor. It was a cheap one, one hit from a nightstick or crowbar would kill the lock. I looked around for a nightstick but there wasn't one in the room. I went back into the office where I was sitting and plundered in the desks until I found one. I went back to the evidence room, Ethan was stuffing a few extra shells in his pocket when I returned. I pulled back and slammed the nightstick on the handle as hard as I could and it smashed the door in. I grabbed the handle and pulled the door up and out. Inside sat exactly what I was looking for: a half ounce bag of marijuana. I pulled it out and looked at it, the dark green and little red hairs. I could smell it from outside the bag. I turned to Ethan, holding the bag up. "Are you with me?" I asked him, "Its a good idea, I haven't slept in three days...Got any papers?" With that I sat and rolled a fat little joint. When I got done we headed back to the roof-access door. When we got there it was closed but I didn't remember closing it, which was a bad thing any way.
"Did you close that door?"
"Yeah."
"Thank God," I said with genuine relief. I grabbed the string of the door and pulled it down. Ethan climbed up first. He went up and I followed. He opened the door and walked out to the roof. The roof of the place was lined with three-foot high brick walls. I went over to one of the walls and sat up against it. I took my lighter out and lit the end of the joint. I hit on it again and again until there was a good burning cherry on the end. When I finally got one, I took a long hit off it a passed it to Ethan. We continued the cycle until it was three-fourths gone and he passed it to me, "Nah man I'm pretty baked right now." I stood up, put out the joint and stretched. I looked out over the small wall. I couldn't see much but I couldn't care right then either. This is may not have been good for Ethan but this was the only way I could focus.
"Are you cool?" I asked Ethan.
"Yeah man, this is the only way my mind doesn't wonder." I gave a small laugh and picked up my gun and backpack off the surface. Ethan already had his shotgun in hand and we started towards the door. I opened the door and the sunlight shone on a creature standing a few feet from the door. It had its brain exposed and many other internal organs. It hissed and there was a loud blast from beside me. The things head disappeared along with some of its chest and fell down the latter that led up to the small room. I heard it hit the floor pretty hard. I looked at Ethan holding his smoking shotgun, "Thanks." He just looked at me and nodded. I pointed my gun in front of me and started down the steps. I looked left and right, I jumped down the rest of the steps and nearly slipped in blood. Ethan followed me, "That's a licker. You ready to get the hell out of here?" He asked,
"Where the fuck we gonna go?!"
"I'm not sure but we gotta get out of town."
"We'd have to go across town and go out threw the woods."
"Well let's go." We went out the front door of the police station and towards the car. When I got outside and went out to the car there was a guy in a black uniform under the car, he had a submachine gun a few inches beside him, he was also wearing a flak jacket. I pulled my gun and walked a little closer to him, making no noise. A few seconds later he slid out from under the car and looked me dead in the face. I couldn't see any of his features threw his mask and goggles. I had my gun pointed at his face. As soon as he saw me he reached for his gun and I fired a round threw his goggles. The glass opened and turned red in a split second and he fell against the car, smearing blood down the door. I reached down and grabbed his body and pushed it over on to the road. I crawled under the car and found a block of C-4 wired to an electronic timer. There was two minutes left on the timer. "Oh shit..." I muttered. I knew nothing about electronic bombs but, a little bit about C-4. There were only three wires running into it, I knew only one of them would make it blow and only one would make it stop, just like everybody else. There were three wires going in and I was never really good at choosing the right anything so, I just grabbed all three of them and ripped them out. The timer went blank. I slid a little farther under the car and tilted my head up a little. The block was attached to a pressure plate. It was just a small strip of metal lodged into the block that ran into the crack of the door. I grabbed the block and pulled on it very gently and it began to slide down the strip slowly. It came off the strip and I pulled the timer off the bottom of the car. I looked at the C-4, put it in my bag and threw the timer threw the front window of some local store across the street. Ethan looked at me with a large grin on his face a got in the car.
"What was that you put in your bag?"
"C-4."
"What the hell are we taking' C-4 with us for?!"
"You never know," I stated and cranked the car. I held my breath when I cranked the car, but nothing happened. I let my air out, backed out and started down the street. I got to the intersection and cut out across the street to the left. We were nearly side swiped by a wrecker going down the road about 70 mph. I managed to get around him and slid to a stop. I looked out the window to see the truck slide sideways a tip over. I turned the car off and got out. The truck was lying down in the middle of the road, about 75 yards away. I felt safe running down the road. It was only about 12 o'clock in the day. I got to the truck and pointed my gun at the windshield. I started to walk around it trying to get a better view of what was inside but, the glass was cracked and there was steam coming up from the hood. Ethan walked past me, I didn't even notice he had followed me until now. I glanced at him as he disappeared behind the trailer of the truck. I finally got fed up with not being able to see inside the cab so, I went back towards to driver's side, it was the side that wasn't on the ground. I put my firearm on the door and grabbed the door to hoist myself up. It was only five feet high so I got up with ease. I looked threw the window, I saw the figure of a man lying on the passenger side door. I tried the door but it was locked so I just bashed it in with the butt of my gun. There was a guy crumpled down by the passenger side door. He had a bullet hole in his forehead and he was extremely decayed. That god-awful smell caught up to me again so I just jumped down and went around to see what the hell Ethan was doing.
When I got back there he was just leaning against the trailer with his head back and his eyes closed. "You alright?" I asked.
"Yeah, just tired as shit." I looked around, we weren't even in the middle of town yet there was just a bunch of stores around. The one we were by was just a local convenience store. I don't know what it was, maybe just the freedom to know I wouldn't get in some shit but, I picked up a large rock from the ground and threw it thru the window. The whole thing cracked into small
pieces but fell out in large pieces. It scared the hell out of Ethan. I stepped up thru the window and went inside. I jumped the counter and pulled a pack of Camels out of the rack. I went back out and lit one. I'd never been much of a smoker but after this I might favor it a lot more than I had in the past. I took one long puff after the other.
"You know that shit can kill you." Ethan stated. I just kind of stared at him in disbelief, "Really?" My voice dripping sarcasm. I put the cigarette back in my mouth and started back towards the car. When I rounded the trailer I saw about 13 zombies staggering towards the car, they only had about 15 feet to go. I spit out the cigarette and took off towards the vehicle. I ran as fast and hard as I could, I just had to make it there before the zombies did, for some reason. When I got close enough there was a zombie at my door and I shot him strait in the center of his forehead, blood, brain and skull chips flew backwards. The other zombies weren't far behind. The farthest one was walking on the sidewalk. A few seconds after I had glanced at the thing, I heard a window shatter and loud, familiar screech filled the air. I looked over to see the same kind of lizard creature that killed my mom. It had jumped out of a store window and cut down a few of the zombies for me. "Fuck!" I shouted and got in the car. I put it in reverse and took off, backwards. I looked behind me, Ethan was still standing at the trailer. I stopped there and looked a head of me, the creature had killed a few more zombies and started running towards us, "Get the fuck in!" I shouted as he slammed the door and we took off. "Oh shit, that's a fuckin hunter!" Ethan shouted shouldering his shotgun, the hunter was closing in pretty fast.
"Hey man put your seat belt on and be ready to fire." I said to him. This was a bad plan but a plan nonetheless.
"What the hell are you gonna do."
"I'm gonna hit the brakes hard and when that thing springs, fuckin' blast em'."
"Fuckin hell." We were going towards the sidewall of a store. I looked ahead and took a breath. I slammed the brakes hard and we slid to a stop. As soon as we stopped, it jumped from incredibly far and came flying at us. There was a load blast and the hunter hit a back flip in mid-air. It landed on its stomach and didn't move. I got out and walked towards the thing, my gun aimed at its head. It probably could've killed me if, it was alive, in a second. I kicked it but it didn't move so I walked back to the car. I went to the passenger side and leaned down to the window, "Can you drive now?"
"Sure," Ethan said and got out.