Dead Rising Infinity Mode Fan Fiction

Day One -- 12:00am

"Tuesday, September 18, 2007. All hell has broken loose. These… things. These… zombies; they've overrun the United States. There are only a few of us left and supplies are limited. Pretty soon I can expect every man for himself. And when that happens; I'll be ready for it."

I stood up and walked to the door. No matter how hard I pushed, it wouldn't budge. Exactly the way I wanted it. I could hear the moans from the zombies and the scrapings as the tried to claw their way in. Their efforts were useless, there was nothing getting through this door. It was late, but I wasn't tired. I couldn't sleep even if I tried. I walked out to the roof for a quick smoke to calm my nerves. Brad was out there already, looking up at the stars. I lit a cigarette and took a seat next to him.

"Hey Brad."

"Oh, hey Frank. What are you doing up so late? It's midnight."

"I can't sleep. I'm just too nervous I guess. This whole situation is pretty messed up and after the crap I've been through I'm scared those things will get me in my sleep. How about you? Why are you still up."

"Same I guess. I don't know really. Part of me just wants to end it and put a bullet in my head, but the other part of me is holding on. I mean, if it wasn't for those people in the Security Room I would probably be gone."

"Look. Those people are unstable. Any moment now one of them could just snap and everyone will lose it. I need you to promise me that no matter what happens, you will stay by my side."

"Don't worry. I got your back until the end. Speaking of which, I need you to go into the mall with me."

"What?! Why the hell do you need to go down there?"

"We're running low on supplies. We only have enough food to last another day, maybe less. If we don't stock up things will start getting really hectic really fast."

"Alright. When do you want to go?"

"Now."

"Now? Why now, it's late and almost pitch black, plus the lights to the mall are out."

"Exactly. It's late so the survivors are sleeping and we don't have to worry about them--"

"What if one of them wakes up?"

"I'll have Jessie keep watch on them until we get back. She can handle it. Now, it's also dark. Therefore, we'll be harder to spot by the zombies. As long as we keep quite and move carefully, they shouldn't be a problem."

"Alright, I'll go with you. Just let me finish this smoke real quick."

"Those things are going to kill you."

"Ha. I think those zombies will get to me before cigarettes do."

"Yeah… Alright, I'm going to tell Jessie the plan."

"Okay. I'll be down in a few."

I laid down on the ground and finished my cigarette. After a few minutes and went into the Security Room and met Brad by the door. He had on a pair of black pants and a black hooded sweatshirt. He pointed to another set of clothes similar to his. I put them on and grabbed a baseball bat.

"So what are the clothes for?"

"To help us blend in. Here, take this transceiver. If we get separated, go somewhere secure and call me. I'll come find you."

I took the transceiver and tucked it in my back pocket. Brad opened the door to the ventilation system and crawled in. I followed after him. We came out on the rooftop next to Paradise Plaza. There was a short, old man standing next to the elevator. He was holding a frying pan. I whispered to Brad.

"Who is that? He doesn't look like on of them."

"That's Otis Washington. He's the janitor for Paradise Plaza and Entrance Plaza. Last time I saw him he was a bit buggy. We'd best leave him alone. He may not look like much, but he's strong and dangerous."

We crept along the wall away from Otis. He didn't seem to notice us. We came to a door that lead into the upper floor of the warehouse. There were a few zombies, but we managed to get by unnoticed. Paradise Plaza was a different story. It was packed with undead. As soon as we opened the door one had spotted us. And then more and more caught on. Eventually we had at least a hundred after us. In hopes to confuse them, me and Brad went separate ways. I ducked into a children's store and closed the door. Then, I moved a few boxes of clothes in front of the door, securing me inside. I noticed a pinkish glow lighting up the store a bit. I looked around and saw several toy swords. The kind that make noises when you swing them. The transceiver chimed in and Brad's voice took over the store.

"Come in Frank! Frank! You there?! Come on m--"

"Yeah I'm here. You lose them?"

"No. Those things are at my feet right now."

"What? What do you mean?"

"I couldn't find a safe place to call you so I grabbed on to an overhang and pulled myself up. I'm safe, but I can't go anywhere with them right under me."

"Damn. What store are you by?"

"Umm… the camera shop. I'm right above it to the right."

"Okay. Hold on I'll be right there."

I grabbed one of the toy swords and left the store. Paying no attention to the zombies chasing after me, I dashed towards Brad's location. As I got closer I could see the crowd that had gathered under him. I started swinging my sword above my head and yelped. Their attention was now focused on me and they left Brad. I got on the transceiver and gave Brad instructions on what to do.

"Brad, can you hear me?"

"Yeah Frank."

"Listen, I got most of these bastards after me. Sneak your way to the bathroom and hide in a stall. I will be there in a few minutes. Don't leave until I get there!"

"Alright Frank. I'll be waiting in the men's bathroom."

The zombies were faster than I thought and were able to keep up with me jogging. Not knowing what else to do, I sprinted forward, getting them out of my site. I threw the sword in the opposite direction, hoping they'll go for that instead of me, and headed for the restrooms. Surprisingly, there were no zombies around.

"Brad, you there?"

"Yeah, I'm here. Thanks buddy."

"Don't worry about it. Let's just go get the supplies and return to the security room."

"Sure thing. Oh, and let me show you something."

I followed Brad into the lady's restroom. There, he opened up a vent in the ceiling.

"So, what's that?"

"This air duct leads to the women's room in Wonderland Plaza which is next to North Plaza."

"And?"

"The grocery store is in North Plaza."

"Oh. Right."

We crawled in and in a few minutes we were in Wonderland Plaza. There weren't nearly as many undead in Wonderland as there were in Paradise. Our trip took only a few minutes with no problems… until we actually arrived at the store. It was packed from wall to wall with zombies.

"Shit. What do you suppose we do now Brad?"

"Hold on, I'm thinking… the food court! There's plenty of small fast food places there. They're bound to have some supplies."

"Alright then, let's go."

We crept back through Wonderland Plaza. I noticed a small store which housed many weapons from hunting knives to handguns.

"What are you looking at Frank?"

"This store. We can use some of the weapons in here for protection."

"Alright, but hurry up!"

I tugged at the door, but it was locked. I looked at Brad and he shook his head. Then, I realized I still had the baseball bat.

"Frank, what the hell are you doing?! Breaking that window could attract hundreds of zombies, which we don't need right now."

"We need those weapons. And by the time they get here we'll be gone."

I ignored the rest of his warnings and broke open the window. I climbed in and grabbed what I could carry. I tossed Brad a handgun and shotgun along with some ammo. I left the store almost empty, although there wasn't too much to begin with,

"What is that store anyway?"

"That is the hunting store. It was set to open up next week."

"A hunting store with guns and ammo in a mall. That's a massacre waiting to happen."

"Yeah."

We left the store and shortly after arrived at the food court. There were only a few zombies here, but w managed to avoid them. Brad stocked up on food while I went around and gathered drinks. In total we ended up with six boxes of supplies.

"How are we going to get all this to the Security Room?"

"We'll have to make two trips."

"That's could be dangerous though. I mean, were risking it as it is just by being down here, but making more trips is just stupid."

"Well then what do you suggest we do?"

"Hmm… here we go!"

I grabbed a nearby shopping trolley and started loading the boxes in.

"How do you figure we'll get this trolley through the vents?"

"We won't. We'll have to cut through the park to Paradise Plaza."

"Ugh, fine. I guess we don't have another way."

In the park there were tons of zombies, but the park was big enough that they were spread out enough for us to get through easily. Inside of Paradise Plaza, the population of undead had disseminated greatly. Inside the warehouse things didn't change. We got to the elevator and I remembered something.

"What about Otis?"

"What about him?"

"What if he tries attacking us?"

"Then defend yourself. I don't really know what else you could do."

When the elevator doors opened up, however, Otis became the least of our problems. Zombies poured out of the elevator and lunged at us. I pulled out the handgun I grabbed from the store and started unloading on them. Brad did the same. Our ammo was disappearing faster than the undead. I shouted for Brad to use his shotgun. He grabbed it from his back and fired away. I flinched as the blood spattered everywhere.

"Are you okay, Frank?"

"Yeah. I'm fine. You?"

"I'm as good as I can be. Come on, let's go."

"Right."

We got in the elevator and headed for the rooftop. When we got there, Otis was no where to be found. We unloaded the boxes and carried them to the Security Room. Jessie was still up and watching the occupants of the area. She saw us and her face turned pale.

"Oh my gosh are you guys all right?"

"Yeah, we're fine, bust a bit tired. How were things here?"

"Everything was fine. Nobody woke up or cause a disturbance."

I left them in the room and went to the Janitor's Closet to wash up. I scrubbed my face, changed clothes, and set down the weapons in an empty box. I said goodnight to Brad and Jessie and laid down on the couch to rest for the night.

Day One -- 3:15am