AN: How you doing, everyone? So I've decided to try my hands at a gory horror story. The title is based off of Resident Evil, and quite a few creatures, like Hunters, Lickers etc., make an appearance in the story. Tell your opinions in you reviews! Also, this isn't connected to Edventure. So hope you enjoy this story! Note: New Simton is my state. It replaces New York state. Sim City, largest city in America and U.S.A., replaces Washington D.C. as capital(capitol if your American, unlike me.) Weapons are in Bold, thoughts in Italics. Important events Underlined, really important event Bold/Underlined.
Resident Ed
By Luke Mc Williams
Disclaimer: I do not own any creatures that appear in this story, nor the Umbrella Corporation and their logo. They belong to Capcom. Ed, Edd 'n' Eddy belong to Cartoon Network and Danny Antonucci. All I own are the O.C.'s that appear in this story, and some places.
Chapter One: The Outbreak
10:35 A.M.
Monday 12th July 2009
Peach Creek Commercial District-PCCD
Ashton, South-East Sim City
New Simton, U.S.A.
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Silence.
That was the word that kept creeping into 13 year old Eliza Smyth's head as she slowly walked down Letterman Terence, and into the Peach Creek commercial district. The streets were deserted, and an almost unnatural silence hung in the air, enveloping all within it. She reached the end of the street, and rounded the right corner, onto Brockhole Place. There was still not a soul around, and Eliza was beginning to get rather freaked out. Usually the PCCD was stowed with people, and quite busy, but today was another story. Tall buildings, offices, shops, homes etc., rose up around her. They weren't really tall, as the highest ones were around four floors tall, but they were still bigger than most buildings in Peach Creek. She reached a puddle on the sidewalk, and stopped to look at her reflection.
Eliza was tall and slim, a result of years of gymnastics. Her hair was bright red and straight, and it fell to her shoulders. Her shirt was short sleeved and dark blue, and over it she wore a lighter blue waistcoat. Her pants were three-quarter lengths, pale white in colour, and her converse sneakers were dark blue as well, with white soles and laces. Her stormy blue eyes were gazing back at her, and she noticed the faint bags under her eyes.
"I've gotta stop practising so much. I'm getting really tired…"
She let out a big yawn, as if to prove her point, before continuing down Brockhole Place, which was quite a long street.
On her way towards her destination, The Big Lemon juice bar, on Upperton Road, she saw the Upcon and Co. office building in the distance. It sold insurance for practically everything, and her dad worked there: but he was off sick today. As she grew closer, she saw that a large section of the front wall had been bordered off with police tape. She reached the building, and her eyes grew wide at the sight before her.
A spotless white van had crashed right into the block of offices, creating a huge hole the width of her back garden! The famous Umbrella Corporation logo was branded on the sides and back of the van, the front windows were smashed, and the back doors had been flung open. Eliza peered into the van, and saw shattered scientific equipment, bottles, test tubes and vials galore. The vials and test tubes were filled, or had been filled, with an assortment of fluids and liquids, each one looking highly dangerous. One black, oil-like fluid was slowly dripping onto the asphalt below the van, creating a small puddle. Eliza noticed a clipboard on the sidewalk, and she walked over to it. Carefully, fearing that it was contaminated, she picked it up by the edges and she began to read.
"25 test tubes, 50 vials, 75 beakers, blah blah blah…"
She flipped through the pages, when one page caught her eye. The title was "HIGHLY CLASSIFIED", but Eliza still read on…
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HIGHLY CLASSIFIED
Biohazard Viral Cargo :
200ml of T-Virus Type A-1
250ml of T-Virus Type A-2
300ml of T-Virus Type A-3
50ml of G-Virus Type A-1
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"What the hell is this stuff? T-Virus, G-Virus…I hope it's not dangerous…"
Eliza thought she could hear a strange thumping noise. Hastily, she put the clipboard down on the sidewalk, and she hurried on her way. However, she passed the local candy store, and absent-mindedly gazed into the store, through the thin glass window. She was now gazing at a perfect spherical jaw-breaker, pearly white and absolutely coated in sugar. It was perched upon many others, and a sign was pointing down at it, stating that it was 25 cents to buy. Eliza considered buying one, but she thought about her strict diet, and the verbal abuse she would get off her gymnastics instructor. But still, the last treat she had had was one single slice of low-fat chocolate cake…at Christmas. She fished about in her pockets, and brought out $2.00 . A medium glass of lemonade at The Big Lemon cost $1.75, so she could still get a jawbreaker. Having made up her mind, Eliza waltzed through the front door, and to her death…
The bell rang as Eliza pushed open the door, and she walked in. The place, like the rest of the PCCD, was deserted, and now there was a nagging voice, telling her to get out of here. But Eliza ignored it, for she was resolute on purchasing a jawbreaker. She walked over to the stand, and picked up the jawbreaker she had viewed from outside. She then went over to the counter, and waited for someone to serve her. After about three minutes she was still waiting.
"Excuse me," she called out. "Can I have some service?"
The back door opened, and Eliza turned towards it. The figure was cloaked in shadow, and it was slowly shuffling towards her. As it grew closer, Eliza realised that silhouette was that of Tom, the young cashier at the candy store.
"Ah, Tom. It's you. Do you know wh-"
But Tom stepped into the light, and Eliza gasped in sheer horror.
Tom's flesh was gray and decaying, and his eyes were milky white, lacking pupils or iris'. His uniform was ripped, and Eliza could see his ribs. Blood was splattered all over him. He was moaning, and shuffling towards her. Eliza was too shocked to react, and soon Tom was nearly upon her. Now she reacted.
"Get off!"
He grabbed her, and bit violently into her neck.
"OH MY GOD!! HELP! AAHHHHH!"
Bright crimson blood spurted onto the counter, as Zombie Tom ripped off chunks of her flesh. Eliza screamed, tears coursing down her face, when she pushed the creature back. They hurtled backwards, towards the Storage Room. Eliza's waistcoat snagged on the door, and it shut, leaving Eliza trapped within.
Her fate was sealed, as Tom devoured Eliza Smyth, the first Sim City casualty.
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20 Minutes Earlier…
10:15 A.M.
Chairman Gilbert's office
66th floor
Umbrella Corporation North American/International Headquarters
Central Alaskaton
Alaskaton, North Montana
U.S.A.
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Adrian Gilbert's face was smug, as he gazed out of the window that occupied one entire wall. The panoramic view he had of the sprawling metropolis was the best ever, and he was slightly saddened because of the fact that it would soon be over run with hordes of the undead. Men, women, children…No one would be spared. He was seated at a priceless mahogany desk, and one stubby finger hovered over a small red switch. This was the most important switch in the world. When the time was right, which would be soon, it would bring about chaos, destruction, apocalypse, Armageddon. The end of humanity. He lowered his hand, when the door to his office burst open, and she stepped into the room.
Alice Oakham was 33 years old, with a superb mind. Her hair, shoulder length, was auburn in colour, and she was clad in a spotless lab coat, underneath it a white shirt, black pants, and black boots. Her hazel eyes glared fiercely at him, and the Magnum in her outstretched right hand was aimed at him.
"Alice," asked a smug Adrian, "what's the problem?"
"Oh, you know what the problem is, Gilbert." The ferocity in her voice somewhat startled Adrian, but he merely shrugged it off.
"I'm not sure I do."
"Your going to press that switch, and unleash the Biohazards on to the world."
"How could you know that? Biology isn't your sector!"
"I have my ways. Listen to me. If you press that switch, I'll kill you."
"You won't."
"I will."
"Only one way to prove it."
And he pressed the switch.
Alice's eyes widened in horror, as signal's were sent to satellites orbiting the Earth. Within seconds, Operation Biohazard was launched world wide.
Adrian was laughing.
"You see? You can't ki-"
He was cut off, as Alice pulled the trigger, and a lead bullet ripped through his heart. He looked at her in shock.
"Y…you…"
And he slumped onto his desk, dead as a doornail.
Alice hurried over to the window, not minding that she had just killed her boss. She gazed out of it, and to her dismay, saw five Umbrella trucks speeding away from the Headquarters. They were whizzing down Main Street, towards their target.
City Hall.
Alice's hand were curled up in fists, tightly packed against the industrial-strength glass. She bit her bottom lip, and silent tears rolled down her face. She saw the trucks hurtle into City Hall, and an almighty explosion rocked the very city. Buildings collapsed, fires ignited, the dead lay on the concrete, and the screams resonated in the air. The T-Virus was unleashed, and soon incidents like this would be occurring all over the globe. Alice, her heart heavy, walked towards an oaken bookcase, and flicked a very well concealed switch on the side of it. It swung outwards, and Alice walked into Gilbert's personal Panic Room, to survive for as long as she could.
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10:45 A.M.
Peach Avenue aka Peach Creek Cul-De-Sac
Ed's house
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"ED! Are you there?"
Zoe Cardsworth, Edd Cardsworth, Rebecca Cardsworth, and Eddy Johnston were patiently waiting on their friend, Ed Baxter, to answer his front door.
Zoe is 12 years old. She and her twin, Edd, were both born on the 19th March, 1997. Zoe is kind, caring and cheerful, and is an agony-aunt on the school newspaper. She loves designing and making outfits in her spare time. She wears a knee length dress that was rose pink. A pearly white bow is around her waist, and two strands over her shoulders hold up her dress. Her shoes are two Jimmy Choo plimsoll's, the same colour as that of her dress . Her hair, medium blonde, falls to her elbows, and her pale blue eyes were looking at Ed's front door.
Rebecca Cardsworth is nearly 12 years old. She is a single child, born on the 10th August 1997. She is cheerful and sporty, and loves dancing and playing volleyball. She wears a forest-green top that ends just below her navel. One strap is loosely wrapped around her neck, holding up the top. Her skirt is knee length, coffee brown in colour, and her heelless Ugg's are a much darker brown. Her blonde hair fell to her shoulders, and her grass green eyes were, too, focused on Ed's front door.
Edd "Double-D" Cardsworth is 12 years old, born on the 19th March 1997, a few minutes before his sister, Zoe. He is caring and helpful, and quite logical and reasonable. He enjoys science and inventing objects. He wears his trademark black sock-like ski hat, a red t-shirt, the colour of fire, grape-purple shorts, red socks that go to his mid calf, and light blue Nikes. Sticking out from underneath his hat at the back are three dark, dark brown hairs, and his eyes are two sea blue orbs. His facial expression was pleasant, as he awaited on Ed.
Eddy Johnston is 12 years old, and he was born on the 12th May 1997. He is cunning, selfish and greedy, but he allegedly has a soft spot for Rebecca. He adores scamming and jawbreakers. He has three dark brown hairs, and his eyes are a dark blue He wears a sunflower yellow t-shirt, with a purple collar and sleeve edges, with a vertical red stripe going down the right side. His pants are light blue, and he wears red Nikes.
After a few seconds the front door opened, and out stepped Ed Baxter. He was born on the 9th January 1997, and is 12 years old. He is kind and cheerful 24/7, and he loves comic books and vintage monster movies: but he is also quite dim-witted. He has a fiery red buzz-cut, and his eyes are nut brown. He wears his trademark waist-length murky green jacket, a red-and-white striped t-shirt, baggy dark turquoise pants, and black Converses.
"Hey guys! What's up?"
"Ed," said Zoe in a teasing voice, "do you know what we're doing today?"
Ed gave a gasp of excitement.
"Feed Rolf's chickens?!"
"No, Ed."
"Eat my freezer experiment?!"
"…No, Ed."
"Watch the Mutant Marrow-Sucking Cyclopes from Inner Hades: The Director's Cut?!"
"No, Ed! Today, we're going to get jawbreakers-"
"JAWBREAKERS!!! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYY!!!"
"Thanks, Ed," said Rebecca, "for that rather uncalled-for outburst. We really appreciate it."
"Sarcasm…" whistled Eddy.
"Are you all going to stand here yapping all day?" said Zoe.
"Zoe's right," began Edd. "Let's get to the candy store."
They started to walk down their street, Peach Avenue; more commonly known as the Peach Creek cul-de-sac. They passed 14 Peach Avenue, when they heard a voice calling for them.
"Hey, guys! Wait up!"
They looked towards the front of the house, and saw one of their good friends running down the pathway.
Lindsay Oakham is 12 years old, born on the 24th March 1997. She is smart, sporty and sassy, and is a Martial Arts expert. She has a slight obsession with knives, but we'll not go into much detail. Her eyes are sapphire blue, and her hair, rich mahogany-brown, falls to her armpits. She wears a sleeveless tank top, lava-red in colour, with two straps over her shoulders. Her skirt is denim, and midnight-black, and it falls to just above her knees. Her boots are heelless, the colour of her skirt, and they are covered in straps: they also go up to her knees.
"Where are you going?" she asked in a cheery voice.
"To the candy store," said Zoe, smiling at her.
"Cool. Can I come with?"
"Yeah, sure."
And the group of six walked towards the PCCD, and to a living nightmare.
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After about walking for five minutes, they reached a usually quieter entrance to the PCCD; Brady Road, which had mostly apartments and some offices. Today, however, it was unusually quiet; not a soul was in sight. The group continued walking down Brady Road, and turned left at the end of the street, onto Brockhole Place: the location of the candy store. They continued down the street until they came to the store, and then they walked inside, the little bell ringing as they came in through the front door. The store was empty, and no one was serving at the counter.
"…Where is everyone?" stated Eddy, as they walked towards the jawbreaker stand. They each picked up a jawbreaker, Zoe, as usual, having to pay for Ed's and Eddy's, and walked towards the counter. They waited for about a minute, when an impatient Eddy called out;
"Hey! A little service here!"
Ed, meanwhile, wandered off to the back of the store, where he came across the door to the Storage Room. It was tightly shut, for on the other side was a zombie, still eating Eliza's carcass. Blood leaked out from underneath the door, and Ed looked down at it. He was about to call the others, when he saw the ice cream machine, and an empty bottle of strawberry sauce on top of it.
Must have been a big strawberry sauce spill, he thought, because that was what he thought the liquid was. He walked back towards the others, where Rebecca and Eddy were arguing.
"I say we just take the jawbreakers for free!"
"No, Eddy, 'cause that would be lying and theft!"
"Okay, okay, Rebecca. Yeesh…"
Rebecca just glared at him, her eyes growing cold. Then, with no warning, she slapped him across his jaw, the slap very, very sore.
"That was for lying!"
She slapped him again.
"That was for preparing to steal!"
And she slapped him a final time.
"And that was just for fun!"
Eddy was gazing into space, three very distinct red hand marks across his face.
"Ow…"
Zoe and Lindsay just tutted at him, Ed just stared at him, and Edd was trying to hold in silent mirth.
"C'mon, we better get going," said Rebecca, and each of them, except Eddy and Ed, placed a quarter on the counter. They walked out of the door, and sat down on the asphalt sidewalk. They placed the jawbreakers in their mouths, and sat there, idly chatting about life in the cul-de-sac. Zoe looked up, and saw a strange sight. Further down the road, a young African woman, dark-skinned and dark haired, was surrounded by two gray skinned men, who were shuffling towards her. Zoe's mind came to an instant conclusion.
"That lady is being assaulted!"
"What lady?" asked Ed.
"There; further down the road!"
"You're right!" gasped Edd. "As good, law-abiding citizens, we have to help her!"
"Well, what are we waiting for?!" cried Lindsay, and the kids ran towards the lady. The were a good few metres away when the men came upon her, and the lady let out an agonizing scream, as if she was dying. The kids froze in mid-run, and were witness' to the utter bloodshed that followed.
The two men were like zombies; their gray flesh was rotted and decaying, and scarlet blood leaked from every pore. Their eyes were milky white, with no pupils or iris', and their teeth were bloodstained. Their clothes were ripped and tattered, showing where the flesh had dropped off, revealing solid bone. The lady was wearing a bright yellow tank top, with faded blue jeans. The men were ripping her teeth open with their hands and teeth, but their movements were sluggish. The woman was screaming and one of the zombies shuffled up to her head, and bit violently into her neck. Blood and flesh were torn from her throat, and soon the woman fell limp, as the two zombies devoured her.
The kids couldn't think, couldn't move. They were shocked rigid at the terrifying sight they had just witnessed. Lindsay eventually broke the silence.
"Oh…my…god…"
Edd turned around, and saw that Zoe's body was going into spasms, as her breathing became laboured. Then she stopped.
"!"
The two zombies, alerted by Zoe's scream, looked up from their bloody feast, and saw the kids. They left their meal, and began to advance on their new prey. Soon more zombies came, shuffling and groaning, filing out of doorways. There were about a dozen now.
"Oh no. We're gonna die!" screamed Rebecca.
"Not if I can help it…" muttered Lindsay, who seemed fearless about the undead horde shuffling to them. She looked around the street, and saw a metal pipe, about one metre long, a small distance away. With speed the other kids had never saw before, she raced over and picked it up. She looked around some more, when she saw a stark red Ford Focus, the front door open. An ingenious plan began to form in her head. First of all, she ran over to Ed.
"Ed!"
"Yeah, Lindsay!?" said Ed, who was in heaven at finally seeing some real-life zombies.
"I need you to go into the candy store. Go over to the counter, and look through the drawers. Try and find weapons, as many as you can. Now go!"
Ed ran off, without another word. He stormed into the shop, and skidded to a halt. Like Lindsay had said, he rummaged through the drawers, and all he found was pieces of paper and documents. He was about to stop searching the sixth and final drawer, when his hand brushed against something cold and steely. He pulled it out, and discovered a metal case, with crude red pen marks on it. He flicked it open, and there, nestled in a burgundy velvet cushion, was a custom Shotgun, complete with ammo and magazines. He grabbed it all, and raced out of the shop.
Meanwhile…
"Guys! Follow me!"
The others turned towards Lindsay, who was running towards the Ford car. They ran after her, avoiding the zombies, who still weren't near them. The reached the car, where Lindsay was standing by the open door.
"Get in!"
The kids did as she told them, and they filed into the car: Edd in the front passenger seat, Rebecca in the back middle seat, Eddy on the left of her, and Zoe on the right. Lindsay peered into the car, to give crucial advice.
"You guys stay here, and leave the fighting to Ed and I. When we're done, we'll come over and drive away. No one sit in the drivers seat. This has got to be done quickly and quietly. You got that?"
Edd, Eddy, Rebecca and Zoe all murmured their consent, and Lindsay slammed the door shut. He turned around, towards the zombies.
Alright, she thought, I've got a steel pole, and there are twelve zombies. I could run up and start attacking them, but melee combat is too risky. She bit her lower lip; time was running out. I'll just see what Ed finds.
She felt a hand brush against her shoulder, and she spun around, prepared to impale, if it was, the enemy behind her. She relaxed as she saw that it was only Ed.
"Ed! Good, your not hurt. Did you find anything?"
"Yep. I found these things," and he outstretched his hands, showing her the Shotgun and ammo.
"Brilliant! I'll take those," and she took the gun, "and you take this," and she handed him the pole."
"Remember, destroy the head."
"Why?" asked Ed
"That's where the brain is. Destroy the brain, you kill the zombie."
Then the fight began.
Lindsay loaded the ammo into the gun, and she fired a round each at two zombies. They both embedded themselves in the heads, and the zombies flopped onto the tarmac. She fired another three rounds at two more zombies, and they fell down. She turned around, and saw Ed fighting off the zombies as well. Three lay dead in front of him, but another one was sneaking up on him, preparing to bite his neck.
"Ed! Duck!"
Ed did so, and Lindsay blasted the mutant's cranium open. She turned around, and saw that more zombies were coming!
"Ed! Follow me!"
Lindsay ran towards the car, and Ed followed her. She opened the back right door, where Eddy had scooted over, so Zoe was squished against the wall.
"Get in!"
Lindsay pushed Ed in, and she slammed the door shut. She ignored the other's protests, as she turned to face the zombies. There were six, and she had a plan. Lindsay ran up to one zombie, and with untold-of strength, she slammed her fist through it's gut. The creature wasn't even on the ground before Lindsay had go another one in a headlock, her left arm around it's waist. She cricked the neck, and the creature shrieked and fell onto the ground. She spun around. Another one was limping towards her, it's arms outstretched. She swung her right foot at it's head, knocking it clean off! Two more were coming to her, and Lindsay done a spin kick in midair, crushing both zombie's brains. The one with the hole in it's stomach had got back up, but Lindsay just smacked it's head off. Only one more was left, and Lindsay ran up to it. She outstretched her hands, and slashed it's neck. The zombie collapsed onto the ground, blood gushing from it's jugular vein. Wasting no time, Lindsay ran over to the car, and leapt into the drivers seat.
"Get your seatbelts on!" she roared, as she gripped the steering wheel.
"But Lindsay!" cried Edd. "You're too young to drive!"
"I don't think that matters now, Double-D!" she shouted back. Edd would have still protested, but they were now halfway down Brockhole Place. They rounded the corner, onto Main Street, and the car suddenly stopped. The occupants inside it were shocked rigid to the very core.
The normally lively street was littered with dead corpses, many of which had already been reanimated, and were standing around the street, moaning and groaning. Many vehicles had been upturned, and several buildings were wrecked and aflame.
"Lindsay," said Eddy, in a quiet voice, "are we gonna die?"
Lindsay gulped at Eddy's question. She had to save her friends, no matter what.
"No." Her voice was now determined and courageous. "Hang on!"
With all her might, she slammed her right foot down on the pedal, and the car shot forward, streaking down the street. Zombies were flung into the air, as the car slammed into them full-force. Soon, they were clear of the PCCD, and began the short journey back to the cul-de-sac. They had to warn everyone.
The dead had risen.
And they were ready to kill…
An: So? Are you liking it so far? I'll try to update this story as much as I can. The next chapter will see a battle between the kids and the undead, so stay tuned!