Take Me Away
Prologue- Nzambi
When Brad Vickers awoke at the entrance of the Raccoon City Police Station, the first sensations that he became aware of was that he could smell a distinct trace of blood...and an appetite for flesh. Ambling somewhat lazily to his feet, he staggered as his milky white eyes tried to perceive his surroundings. The stench of death filled his nostrils as he saw others hitting somewhat lamely against the gates. Brad turned his head away from them-they held no interest for him. He felt his gut twinge with impatience and looked down at his bloodied clothing. He noticed a bloody wound on his arm and hungrily bit down on the rotting flesh. In disgust he spat it out, the vile taste lingering in his mouth. In frustration, he let out an enraged moan, to the dark soulless sky.
The other monsters' moans began to disgruntle him, and so made the unconscious decision to stumble elsewhere. Moving one heavy foot at a time, he felt drawn to the brown oak doors of the station. Crawling at an excruciating pace, he finally reached the doors, and slammed at the wood with his limbs. The door remained closed, as Brad's temper increased. Gnashing his teeth, he pressed his whole body against the oak, but felt no movement. He began to make another attempt of breaking the door, when a faint smell of gunpowder and spice stopped him. His nostrils strained to the smell, as he scratched the door in hope of digging out the scent with his fingernails. Feeling brief confusion over the door and its familiarity, he moved away from the doors in boredom, the smell clouding his primal senses.
His blank eyes saw the disgruntled monsters on the other side of the gate and once again ignored their pathetic exploits. Standing statically to the spot, he felt a strong wind hit his body full force, and something square and white blew out of his jacket. In intense curiosity, Brad began to follow the flying white square, straining his unwilling limbs against the gust. The square landed on a stone wall, and as Brad stumbled towards it, it flew down below. Dragging his ankles, he swayed toward the dip in the ground, his eyes drinking in the shadowed place below. He paused at the descending shapes below him, and experienced unwillingness to go further. However, his curiosity got the better of his uncertainty, as he took a shaking step downwards. Alarmed, Brad felt his whole body hurl forwards, as he rolled to the hard ground.
Disorientated, he slumped to his feet, his milky eyes straining in the darkness around him. Identifying the white square in the darkness, he pushed his body towards it, as he craned his head to the ground. He saw a human smiling nervously at him, next to some black meaningless lines. He tossed his head in disgust as it did not seem edible, and began to trace his steps to the ascending shapes. He felt his foot catch on the stone however and stumbled face down on the shapes. Determined, he tried to crawl upwards but felt his body lag as he slipped backwards. In sheer frustration, he wandered away, crushing the card with his foot.
As he began contemplating over sampling a rather dead looking creature on the floor, he heard heavy breathing behind him. Turning slowly to see the source of the noise, he saw a human standing at the top of the shapes, looking at him in horror. Taking a couple steps towards her, Brad experienced two sensations- one of hunger and one of familiarity. As he moved closer to the unsteady human, once again the smell of spice and metal hit his nose, and he opened his mouth involuntarily. Gazing at the tensed, pained figure, he noticed its hands shakily wrapping around a metal, protruding object. Brad cocked his head at the strange device, and wondered vaguely if it would taste nice. The human stood there frozen, her hands clasped around the object, as her eyes leaked a watery substance. Brad took a step forward, his head tingling with something strange and unexpected, something deeper than hunger or physical pain. A roar suddenly cut the silence between them, as Brad saw fear pass the human's features, as she lowered its gun and ran away, not taking another glance at the underpass.
Brad stood there, swaying on the spot as he felt this unfamiliar desire pervade him. Stumbling back to the darkened spot, water began to run down his bloodied cheeks, blending into crimson droplets on the cold, hard, stone floor. Shaking his head, Brad inadvertently found himself mutter the word "Ill..." The word stung in his numb jaws and only continued the bitter flow of tears.
After what seemed to become an eternity to the zombie, he once again traced the scent of a human and turned his head hungrily. He saw an unfamiliar human walking through the darkness. Blinded by longing, Brad lunged towards it, grasping mere blue material in his teeth. The human cried in horror, and took out a similar metal object to that of the other human, but this one did not hesitate. Aiming it at Brad's torso, he shot something sharp and painful into his side. Brad fell forward to the ground, laying very still. He had the human's ample leg in sight, and waited patiently to make his move. To his despair however, the human moved to run away from him, giving Brad no time to prepare for the chase. He attempted to move, but found that his stiff limbs slowed him down. He moaned and screamed, but the human did not return.
Laying on the cool, stained floor Brad felt his energy ebb away to nothingness, as his hunger pains intensified. Watching a creature crawl across the floor, he reached out for it, but missed by the tips of his fingers. Giving up, Brad lay there, blood slowly forming around his dead body. Time stood still. Hours flew by as Brad was barely in a state of consciousness and he was spotted by another human. The human's clothes was a shade of red, which reminded Brad of food as he reached out to the human, gasping for flesh. The human aimed a different kind of metal object this time at Brad, and seconds later, he felt a sharp pain and numbness on his neck. Closing his clouded eyes, the last thing he saw was the approaching silhouette, speaking softly to herself.
(Woo! Bring on the Brill ;)