Frankie West
Summary: Frank's daughter, Francesca has been missing for a while when she shows up in Fortune City thinking it would be a great place to stay…until the outbreak happens.
Disclaimer: I do not own Dead Rising. I do however own Francesca 'Frankie' West, she is someone I made up.
Note: This story contains blood, zombies, swearing, and lesbians.
Chapter 1 - Fortune City
When Frank West escaped Willamette he became a star. He published books and dated hot girls. However, no madder how happy he was, his daughter wasn't. Francesca 'Frankie' West was his pride and joy before he became a star. When he had gone to Willamette she had stayed with her mother and toke her photography classes.
She was 16 when her dad was stranded at that mall for three days. When she was about to turn 18 when she got fed up with everything going on with Frank being a star and ran away from home. Frank hardly noticed she was gone at first, figured she was staying the at her friends' or at her mother's house but when after three weeks passed and she was no where to be found, he got worried. The police where called and they said they'd put missing posters up and search for her. There's been no sign of her since.
Francesca was nicknamed Frankie, a name her parents gave her when she was a baby and it stuck. She took after her father and was a photographer, one of the few precious items she took when she ran away was her camera her father bought her before going to Willamette. She emptied her bank account that her father started for her when she was 12, she had done odd jobs here and there. She had bout 6 grand from mowing peoples lawns to baby sitting little brats. She ran and never looked back.
Frankie was walking down a deserted road. Not to many people traveled this road it seemed like. To many places still had the outbreak but she had all those places marked on a map. She did however have to enter a small town that had the outbreak, so she could get some food. She bit the cap off a red marker as she walked and drew a small X over the town she had managed to escape from.
"What the fuck am I suppose to go?" asked Frankie out loud to herself. She held the marker cap between her teeth as she stared at the map. "I need somewhere to stay. I am not camping out tonight…no fucking way."
She put the cap back on the marker and folded the map up as the wind blew hard. She didn't want to risk it slipping from her hands. As she was about to put the map away a piece of paper smacked into her face and she ripped it off. She tilted her head and stared at it. It was a purple piece of paper and in big gold letters it read 'Fortune City'.
"Fortune City?" asked Frankie. She continued to read the paper. It said it was a place to have fun and it was the place where they recorded the popular show Terror is Reality. She heard of it, while at a diner about 100 miles away, she had over heard a couple of truckers talking about it. She unfolded some of the map and looked at it.
From what she could tell it was close…well if you consider 5 miles close. It was the best she could get. She put the papers in her bag and continued to walk down the road. She walked for at least another two hours until she saw Fortune City a head of her. Large steel gates and 50 foot walls surrounding the safe area, she only knew it was Fortune City because of the large sign it had above the gates. She took off running towards the gates.
Arms went around her waist and the two slammed onto the ground. Frankie kicked the person off her and looked. A man wearing a security uniform was staring at her. "You're not a zombie." he said.
"No." she whispered.
"Sorry about that." he stood up and held his hand out to her. Frankie took his hand and he hoisted her onto her feet. "Why are you out here?"
"Got stranded." she lied. "Realized Fortune City was close."
"Why are you really out here?" Frankie blinked at him. "I'm a father of three, I know when someone is lying."
"I ran away." she whispered. "Dad hardly pays attention to me any more." He sighed and nodded at her.
"Go inside." he said opening a door to the security door. Frankie cut through the small security room when he tossed her a wad of cash.
"What is…" she couldn't finish her sentence when he held out a picture. It was him with a rather attractive woman and three daughters.
"I don't know how much you have if you do at all…" Frankie had about…3,000 bucks left. "but I want you to have that. It's 5,000 dollars. Go get a hotel room or something." he shrugged making Frankie smile and hug him. She grabbed her photographer camera and held it up. Both of them smiling as she hit the button to take a picture.
She was walking down to the Fortune City Hotel. She passed by many people wearing Terror is Reality shirts. She stopped at a stand and got a black and red one in her size along with black jeans that had Terror is Reality written on the left side and TIR on her right pocket. She paid for it and took the bag they put it in. She headed towards the large hotel doors.
She passed Rebecca Chang who turned as she walked by her. "How may I help you?" asked the person behind the desk.
"I need a room." said Frankie.
"For how long?" she asked making Frankie blink.
"Um…a month?" asked Angel.
"That'll be 1,500 for a whole month." Frankie began counting out the money and handed it to the woman who took it and programmed her information into the computer before handing her the key card. "Have a good day Miss. West."
"Yeah…you too." replied Frankie before walking to the elevators and as they closed Rebecca ran up and slid in before they slammed shut.
"Did I just here that your last name was West?" asked Rebecca taking her camera out and video taping Frankie.
"Yeah. I'm Francesca West." she answered.
"As in Frank West's daughter? Is he here with you?" asked Rebecca.
"No he's not." stated Frankie.
"Too bad." sighed Rebecca. The elevator opened and Frankie looked at her.
"Good day Miss. Chang." she walked by her and down the hallway to her room 1578. She slid the key card into the slot and the red light turned green.
She opened the door and entered it. Her eyes widened a bit at first as she saw a living room and kitchen. She shut the door and dropped her bags onto the couch. She went to a door that was near the large windows and opened it. A large bedroom stood before her.
She laughed as she stared. It had a large king sized bed with two dressers and a plasma TV. She walked to the bathroom and saw a bathtub, a shower, a toilet and a sink. She walked back into the bedroom and let out a happy yell before falling back onto the bed. Sure, she missed her dad but she couldn't be neglected any more.
She put her stuff on the bed and grabbed her camera off her nightstand along with her keycard before leaving her hotel room. She wanted to get some camera time in, she didn't do a whole lot while on the way. She walked out of the hotel lobby, dodging Rebecca the best she could in a small group of people and she went down the Platinum Strip. She would take pictures of the stores and the people walking around. She walked by the store called 'From Fortune with Love' when she stopped as a pair of twins walked by her.
One twin had short blonde hair that hung on the left side of her face and she wore a gold backless dress and the other twin had short black hair that on the right side of her face and she wore a silver backless dress. They where both holding hands as they headed towards the arena but Frankie couldn't help it…she had to follow them. Frankie followed the two through the small crowds that where in front of the Arena. Some where fans of Terror is Reality and others where members of Zombie rights group C.U.R.E. Frankie stopped at one of the TIR Souvenir Kiosks, not wanting to get in trouble by following them.
The twins approached the doors and Frankie used her camera to zoom up on the one who had caught her attention first. It was the black haired one, sure her twin was attractive but something about the black haired one made her smile and feel good inside. She took a quick picture as she saw the woman turn towards a fan who was calling her and she lowered her camera. She turned and jumped as a man was staring at her. "What the fuck?" she asked.
"You where watching the twins weren't you?" asked the man staring at her.
"Yeah? What of it?" Frankie asked. "Wait…can you tell me which one is which?"
He nodded and smiled at her. "The one in the gold is Amber and the one in the silver is Crystal."
"Crystal…" Frankie loved the way that name came out of her own mouth. "Alright thanks dude." She ran from him and he watched her with a smirk.
She ran inside the lobby of the arena and looked around. Frankie saw the area that sold tickets and ran over to them. "How may I help you little lady?" asked the man.
"How much for a ticket?" asked Frankie.
"500 bucks." said the man. She counted the money out and held it out. "Are you 18 years old or older?"
"Yeah." she said shaking her hand for him to take the money. She saw his raised eyebrow and she pulled her ID out and handed him both. He looked over the ID and then back at Frankie before printing out her ticket and handing the ticket over with her ID.
"Enjoy the show miss!" said the man.
"Oh…I will." she had a big grin on her face as she went into the arena.
Frankie took her spot and crossed her legs. Once she saw Crystal come out, her camera was up and aimed at her. She managed to take like four good shots before she disappeared making Frankie groan loudly. About ten or fifteen minutes went by, she lost track, before Tyrone King walked out. He was shouting some bull shit about Terror is Reality.
"From what I heard we have a celebrity in our stands!" shouted Tyrone. Frankie zoomed in on her picture of Crystal and smiled. "Well she's not really a celebrity, more like a child of one!" That's when Frankie froze mainly because of the spot light that had just erupted on her. She looked up and looked around. "It's Frank West's daughter!" People gasped and some cheered.
Two Terror is Reality guards lifted her out of her seat making her blink. She was carried to the stage and set down beside Tyrone. She started at Crystal, not even paying attention to Tyrone trying to catch her attention. When she got annoyed and looked at him. "What?" she asked.
"What's your name?" he asked holding the microphone towards her.
"Francesca West. Known as Frankie." she stated staring at him. "And who might you be?"
"I'm TK baby." he said with a smile.
"Don't call me baby." Frankie said sternly. He blinked at her when Crystal and Amber walked in front of Frankie, their hands dragging across her stomach but she wanted to grab Crystal and hold her close, she did restrain herself from doing so.
"So should we put you in our little show?" asked TK.
"Nah. I can take pictures and like advertise for you or something." she said watching Crystal more. "How about the next show or whenever? God she's hot."
TK looked at the twins and saw them posing together for the crowd who cheered loudly. "Alright. I'll contact you." he said.
"Whatever." shrugged Frankie.
Frankie barely watched the show, she was more interested in keeping her eye on Crystal who was standing on a platform with her hands on her hips. When the match ended the winner was on the stage and the twins circled him smiling. Frankie sat up and sorta got this look on her face that could be mistake for anger or jealousy. They gave him the money and the twins walked off stage holding hands making everyone cheer at them. Frankie grabbed her camera and ran, dodging people as she did.
She leaped up and caught the top of the guard that stopped the blood splatter. She hoisted herself over it and kicked herself off it and her left foot landed on it but slipped making her upper body slam down onto the stage. She muttered at the pain before pulling herself up and running past TK who blinked. He went to say something but he saw her slid to a stop and look down both hallways when she ran down the hallway to the left. While running down the hallway she found the twins talking too some TIR guards making Frankie skid herself to a stop and she fell down onto her ass.
"Hey! You're not allowed back here!" shouted one guard. Frankie squeaked rather loudly, picked herself up, and ran with a guard right behind her. The guard chased her out into the arena lobby and she leaped down a set of stairs as he continued to chase her. She snuck through a closing door and ran as fast as she could away from the arena.
She smacked into the security guard that helped her out and he looked at her. "What are you doing?" he asked.
"Um…"
"Stan you caught her." panted the guard that had chased been chasing her.
"Caught her?" asked the guard named Stan.
"She was caught backstage at Terror is Reality but damn you can run girl!" he panted.
"When you're a photographer that has to handle different situations…you keep in shape." smiled Frankie. "My daddy taught me that…although he's kinda chubby."
"Is your father here in Fortune City with you Miss…"
"West. No my dad doesn't even know I'm here but I'm eighteen so I'm old enough to be on my own." snapped Frankie. The guard just stared at her with wide eyes and his mouth fell open. "What?"
"W-West?" he asked.
"Oh dear lord here we go again." she sighed. "Yes West, my father is Frank West."
"Hey that guy is robbing an old lady." said Stan hitting his buddy's arm making him look. He looked at Frankie and mouthed 'run'. Frankie didn't need to be told twice, she turned and took off running back to the hotel.
Frankie wasn't paying attention to where she was running and slammed straight into another person making the two fall down and Frankie caught her camera before it landed on her face, the flash going off taking a picture of her own face. She could hear the other person pulling themselves up when they got over Frankie. It was a woman with shoulder length black hair and she had purple streaks in there as well. She tilted her head as she stared at Frankie. "You alright love?" asked the woman's British accent. "Are you hurt?"
"Just my pride." sighed Frankie. The woman held her hand out and Frankie took it. She was pulled up onto her feet and she looked at the picture she took of herself. It wasn't that bad, her eyes where just wide with a look of shock on her face. "Eh I'll keep it."
"You need to watch where you're going." said the woman.
"Yeah sorry about that." she said rubbing her head.
"I'm Jeanna." said the woman.
"Frankie."
Jeanna smiled and rubbed Frankie's head. "Alright well maybe I'll see you around." Frankie nodded and Jeanna turned and started walking away.
"W-Wait!" said Frankie making Jeanna turn. "Could we…be friends? I kind of need one here in this city." The older woman walked over to Frankie and wrote something down before handing it to Frankie. She looked it over and it said 'Food court between Yucatan Casino and Slot Ranch Casino. 3pm tomorrow'
"Might as well have some lunch and get to know each other." said Jeanna with a big smile. Frankie nodded and Jeanna waved before walking off.
So after Jeanna left her, she choose to go back to hotel room and get some rest. She slid her key card into her door, the red light turning green. After opening the door she saw what looked like a gift basket sitting on the counter in the kitchen area. She shut the door and laid the key card down on the counter next to the basket. She took the note off it and unfolded it to read it.
'Next show is Thursday at 12pm. If you want a job taking pictures, show up at least half an hour early. Your VIP pass is in the basket. TK'
"What day is it?" asked Frankie a bit confused. After searching her stuff for her laptop, she turned it on and found out it was Tuesday. "Alright, that's good. I get a day to wonder around."
She returned to the basket and opened it. The VIP Terror is Reality pass laid on top of everything, she took that out and laid it on the counter. Inside it was a box of chocolates which she broke open as soon as she saw it and shoved one into her mouth. The rest of it was a bottle of wine, another TIR shirt, a map (thank god! She needed one!), and last was a gift card to the Palisades mall. She hopped onto her counter and ate her chocolates thinking as she stared around the kitchen.
"I gotta go food shopping tomorrow." she sighed. She set an alarm on her charging phone which had died about a week ago before falling onto her bed and falling asleep probably after five minutes of laying down.
TBC…
This just came to me one day, so I thought I'd try it out. Hope you liked.