Chapter 1: Indigo City

Her heart pumped. Her legs sprinted. Her forehead beaded with sweat. She knew her chances were slim next to nothing, but she did it. It was too late for the others, but not for her. Not yet.
Misty Walker kept running, hoping that the creatures would not get her. She did not want to join her father, not now. Not by those creatures.
It had been terrible since the week before. A week ago, the whole city had been laughing and joking, celebrating the 100th Anniversary of Indigo City. She had been wearing her favourite blue jeans, yellow half tee, red trainers and red wrist band for luck. Then the screams echoed down the street. She remembered seeing one of the doctors for Umbrella Hospital limp towards them, sweating and covered in blood. He had grabbed the Mayor, Barry Wilkins, and screamed they were coming. Before anyone could have found out who they were, their question was answered. A group of men and women lumbered clumsily towards them. At first, it seemed to Misty that some of the drunks broke in, but that idea was gone as the 'drunks' started piling on people and biting them.
Tom Arzt, her Chemistry lecturer in college, had saved her from the crowd as she got separated from her father and brother. Arzt had led her away from the crowd, down an alley towards a gun shop. Along the way, he explained things about Umbrella that she never would have guessed. She hadn't believed him at first, but when she saw how ruthlessly he pulled out his handgun and shot the grey skinned man's head she decided to believe, for her sake.
The two had hid for three days inside a corner shop, eating and whispering among them, blocking out the shrieks and moans still echoing outside. On the third day, Arzt had handed her his handgun and fourteen bullets for backup. She had been confused as to why, until he rolled up his sleeve and revealed a fresh bite wound in his wrist. He wanted her to kill him, but she couldn't do it. The conversation rushed to her head, haunting her.
"I can't do it," she had wept.
"Do it! You must, for both our sakes!" he had snapped.
"I need your help, Arzt."
"Not like this. I will only be a liability and a danger to you. Just shoot me."
"No!" she had started crying, wishing the madness would stop.
Arzt had sat next to her, his hand on her shoulder. "Please," he had whispered soothingly. "This is my only chance to die with my concionce intact. I will be dangerous otherwise, and I saved you to make sure you would live."
"There must be another way," she had sniffed, and he smiled grimly at her.
"There isn't," he suddenly shook his head. "Wait, there is another way." She had looked into his eyes, and there had been great pain inside them. "You have to get out of here. I want you to run to another area. You can take the basement way out of here. Grab supplies, keep the gun and go!"
"What about you?"
"Forget about me, I'll be fine. I just need time to myself."
She had stood up and as she approached the basement, he had called one last thing.
"Misty, just shoot them in the head."
She had left him there, along with her fear. She still had fear, but it had been replaced by anger: angry at Umbrella, angry at Arzt and angry at herself.
Her mind focused back onto her situation, and she heard the shrills of the beasts chasing her. She begged they would lose her, perhaps find one of those zombies and eat them instead of her.
Another flashback came to her, and she was remembering meeting her father and brother after she left Arzt. She had called their names, but only had the reply of hungry moans from them. The stench of the city had made her vomit, and the moans had brought back the fear. Then the memory of Arzt had awakened her anger, and hesitantly she shot both her brother and her father. She had felt like crying rivers, but she had had no time. She had fled for days, sleeping in small rooms safe from the zombies.
The creature behind her shrieked once more, and she felt the air behind her violently brush her. It was behind her. One more leap, and it would be upon her.
Suddenly, she saw a door leading to the old warehouse. Deciding her chances, she sped for it, feeling the shadow of the creature on her back, sweat beading on her head.
She was there, almost there-
- She flew through the air and collided with the door. The damned creature had used its claw to trip her up. She felt anger build inside, and reached for her handgun. Blood trickled down her head, and feeling it she winced as she touched a small cut on her brow.
Fear came back, and before the creature could make its move, she flung open the door and leapt in, slamming it shut as she entered.
She sighed. She was safe... for now.