A/N- I'm pretty late getting in the Dead Rising fandom right? Oh well number 3 is coming out in a few days. (Too bad I ain't getting it.)
I'm pretty sure hardly anyone likes an OC in any canon story... Or... Whatever. Just, y'know, hope you enjoy this story 'Cause I'm actually gonna try and get far in this one.
"Come on, dad!" A girl called, almost dashing down the parking lot excitedly along with her younger brother as their father followed.
Their father laughed, "Alright, alright, calm down. We're not gonna be late, okay?" He replied, closing the car door behind him. He patted his pockets with a sigh, "Jess, you have the tickets, right?" He called after his daughter.
She held the three tickets in her hand with a grin, "Of course!"
"Don't lose them… I didn't want to drive all the way to Fortune City for nothing." He replied, walking after them.
The tickets were for the long-awaited trip to Fortune City. There's a bunch of exciting things happening here lately. Bands, stores, and epic shows that are going to be live in the arena. Especially the new shows… They're… different, per say.
They arrived at the entry. "Crap, enough people here." Blake sighed, shoving his hands in his pockets.
"No surprise, really." Jessica rolled her eyes.
"Hope it isn't packed in this damn place." Their father huffed, fixing his cap.
"You can expect it to be pretty busy here, dad… Besides, it's a Saturday during Summer!" She said with enthusiasm. Normally, none of the three were particularly excited to be crowded with a large amount of people, but, FortuneCity was an exception.
After about a half an hour of standing passed, it was finally time to have a great time. The person by the gate looked at Jess and Blake. "Alright, how old are you two?" He asked. "I'm nineteen." Jessica replied, simply. "Seventeen." Blake added. The man nodded, opening the gate, "Alright, you're good to go ahead. Have fun!" He said, motioning his hand towards the gate. Jess grabbed her brother by the sleeve and dragged him in with her, "This is gonna be awesome!" She said, looking around.
"I'm surprised they let you in, Blake, being a kid and all." Jessica joked.
"Look at the size of these buildings for God's sake." Their father looked up at the tall, wide buildings that have not yet shone their bright neon lights.
"And look at all of the stuff in them." Blake pointed at the windows, showing clothing and anything that wouldn't be anywhere else.
Blake looked over at Jess, "So, how much longer until we get to see TIR?" He asked.
Jess got out her phone, "About… 4 hours." She said, putting it back in her pocket.
Blake groaned, "Aw man… I wanna see that show so badly." He whined.
"Isn't that the show where they kill zombies or something?" Their father asked. He always thought the show was kind of dumb. But he thought the groups protesting against it were even dumber.
"Yeah, the one where they use those Suzuki bikes with chainsaws to rip up zombies to pieces!" Jessica replied, riled up.
Their father shook his head, "I still don't understand why you two like it so much… Imagine how bloody and disgusting those contestants get."
"Imagine how much money they get for doing it!" Blake replied.
The rest of the day was spent roaming around the lively city, seeing entertainers, and free bands play. It started to get dark out, the lights everywhere finally turning on.
They were in awe, so many lights on at a time…. It was simply great.
Blake tapped on his sister's arm, "Is it time yet?" He asked anxiously.
She checked again, "Yeah, the time it'll take to get to the arena, we'll definitely be there in time." She said with a grin, looking up at their dad.
He laughed, "Alright, well, let's get going before you two rip someone's head off." He joked as he began walking.
The trip back to the Silver Strip was long enough; it was almost a blessing to sit down in the arena. "Oh my God, my feet are killing me… I can't wait to get inside." Their dad said.
"You're not as active as you used to be, dad." Blake muttered, walking in front.
"C'mon, we only have, like 20 minutes to get in there!" Jessica hurried, trying to push them along.
"It's not gonna take us that long, alright-We're hurrying!" Blake called after her, almost running up the stairs behind.
They handed their tickets and were finally inside.
"It's about time." Their father sighed, following them along the large line of people.
"These people could go a little faster, though." Blake groaned, watching as everyone in front of them slowly shuffled up the stairs.
"Don't worry, we'll get there." Their father said.
Eventually.