Dead rising: Survivors
A/N In honor of Dead Rising 4 I will be doing a story for each game. You will meet five survivors for each outbreak, so that's 15 total plus a bonus boss chapter for each outbreak. To start it off is the Willamette outbreak.
Mark
This morning was a hectic one for Mark Jackson. One minute he was resting at the local motel getting some ice the next a zombie was eating a homeless guy. "Holy shit." Mark yelled at the site of the brutal attack. Zombies were all round the motel. Mark jumped the railing and ran. The whole town was in utter chaos. Zombies were every and people were running, screaming, looting.
"Oh god. Help me. Help me!" A man screamed as he was devoured by a horde of zombie. Mark kept running down the road. Dodging people and cars. As he ran he saw a bus crash into a park SUV and turn it into a compact. The deeper Mark went into town the thicker the hordes became.
"Get to the mall." Some man yelled. "Get to the mall." People ran in droves, Mark on the other hand was smarter. He ducked in an alleyway as people rushed to the mall. He remember what he heard before. A person is smart people are dumb and people attract zombies. Though they were slow he watched as the zeds followed the trail of cars. Once the area seemed clear Mark began to walk back to the motel. The streets were still a mess from when the attacks occurred. Zombies and the lone straggler wander around the streets but no hordes were left. Mark was going to his truck and drive the hell out of dodge and maybe around town. FInd a hot chick and go to the gas station and grab the cash register.
He found himself back at motel. Someone was hiding in the back of his truck along with a dozen zombies trying to grab them. He sighed at the sight. He looked for anything that might help with clearing out the zombies. He found a package of saw blades, still sharpe. He picked the package up and grabbed a saw blade. He didn't want to fight a dozen zombies with a total useless weapon so he found the zombie that ate the homeless man. The homeless guy had just turn and yet the zombie still devoured it's entrails.
Mark went up to the zombie and slashed it. It didn't do a thing on the first hit so he tried again and again and nothing happened. So he got fed up and threw it out of rage. Another zombie turned the corner and the saw hit the zombie. The blade chopped the head and Mark stood it amazement. Now he realized it throwing a saw blade would be more effective than striking.
"Told you dad playing frisbee was going to pay off." The zombie in front of him inch closer and he stepped and went to his truck. He threw several saw blades killing all the zombies. After all the zombies around his truck were dead he checked to see if the person in the back was in fact human. "Yo you alive."
"Hug." As the figure began to growl Mark was about to throw the blade when he saw her face. "You killed all the zeds."
"Yeah. You alone, I can offer a ride before they nuke this town." The woman got up and looked at the mess.
"I'm alright. I got my own way out." The woman took off running and Mark just hop in his truck and began to drive. Willimet was a war zone, people were fighting back but he doubt it would be long before they would be over ran. By now Mark was on the outskirts of town at the bridge. Before he could drive over the National guard pulled up. Two men came out with guns raised.
"Turned back or you will be shot."
"Come on man. I'm not bit.
"I said turn back."
"Aren't you suppo- " Mark stopped mid sentence when he saw this huge, five hundred pound zombie can lumbering up. It had to be seven feet tall. It grabbed one of the soldiers biting his face off. The second soldier shot at it but it spat goo, blood stuff and the second soldier was blinded and then bit, killing the man. Mark got into his truck seeing his chance of escape but the zombie spat it gooey blood onto his windshield blinding him and making him crash. Zombie smash the front and Mark ran out. That bridge was his only way out.