Chapter 2:
"What's going on?" Erza Russo repeated, and this time Dario answered her.
"I... I don't know. What is going on here?" He turned his attention again to the mayhem, until he realized that these things could probably climb up the small hill the street was on. He pushed him along, and they hid behind a near dumpster.
"Where should we go?" she asked him, forgetting about their recent argument.
"I don't know... if we can make it there, we should try Kendo's place. I mean, he does run a gun shop. He could protect us." Erza contumplated this for a moment, then nodded.
"But, we have to be careful." They got up, and walked in the direction of the gun shop.
They quickly found that they needed something to defend themselves with. Every corner they turned, one of those creatures would approach, and they would ahve to make a mad dash. By the fourth time this had happened, the two were exhausted. They rested behind a wall, erza looking out for danger.
She saw it first. It was two cases of gun powder, apparently dropped. Dario saw it, too, but soon looked away.
"Gun powder. Not gonna do us any good." She looked at him, then explained.
"When we go to Kendo's place, we can give him these. Just to be useful."
"I guess, but that won't be of much use. Before we get moving, we should look for something to protect ourselves." Russo started looking, and Erza followed suite.
They found some things, but htings of little use. In the corner of the alley were two packs of handgun bullets and a grimy bottle of First Aid Spray. They both looked at eachother, and smiled.
"We got a whole lot to work with here" Erza said sarcastically.
'Oh, I know... wait, give me that." Without asking why, Daughter Russo handed over the First Aid Spray, and Dario mixed in the gun powder.
"And what will you do with that?" He sprayed some near her, and she coughed and sneezed.
"Aw! That reeks! Jesus!" He smiled again.
"A good weapon. It probably won't hurt those things, but it will distarct them."
"Not bad." He gave it back, entrusting her with the weapon. He grinned at the symbolic gesture.
"No, let's get moving." They turned the corner, Erza holding the bottle tight in her hand.
As Claire Redfield first arrived in the city, the truck driver John Cole now feared for his life. He had jumped into the truck because...
Because some whacko bit me.
He looked back at the wound, which was jetting blood onto the windshield.
"Why'd he bite me?" Coel tried to cover the wound, but it wasn't working. And slowly, he started to change...
The combination worked quite well. Every time they saw one of the creatures, Erza would pull out the spray bottle, and fire. The virus carriers would get confused for about fifteen seconds, giving the two more than enough time to run away.
For a while, Dario had trouble trying to figure out where he was going, but once he started to reconize streets and avenues, he felt much better.
"Where are we know?" Erza Russo asked him. he looked around, to jog his memory.
"Andrew St. We're not that far from his place." They continued, Dario looking around the corner. A female zombie approached, and Erza sprayed. None came out. She tried two more times, but still nothing. They started to move back as the zombie came closer. As they came furtehr away, the zombie was knocked over by a gust of wind.
From a car... FROM A CAR?!
Dario and Erza watched in awe as it spun violently, stopping in the middle of the street.
"There's a gun in the glove department. Take it." Leon Scott Kennedy had just said to Claire Redfield. She opened it, finding a small handgun."
"Thanks. What is going on in this town?" she looked at him, hoping for an answer.
"I don't know, I..." Leon suddenly caught a glance in his rear - view mirror, and froze in horror.
"Claire, look out..." she spun around, and shot at the zombie repeatedly. It finally fell back in the seat, the car spun some and stopped, and the two relaxed a bit. Leon relaxed in his seat, but too late saw the truck coming at them, and at a very high speed.
Inside his eighteen - wheeler, trucker John Cole was now a full - fledged zombie. His skin was an eerie purple, his teeth falling out by the minute. In the direct path on the truck, he cared no more. Somewhere in his vanishing hummanity, John wanted the pain to end. The zombie kept it on a straight line, and hardly noticed two people jumping out just in time. It slammed into teh jeep head - on, and an explosion soon erupten from the wreckage. As Leon yelled to Claire that they would meet up at the police station, Dario bent over the body of his unconsious daughter, knocked to the ground. He looked over the wreckage, watch the girl turn the corner. Soon, a crowd of virus carriers started to appear, and he picked up his daughter. He chubby frame held her daugter's weight with ease, and he ran to the only place he could think of... his mother's house.
The sidewalkes were covered with blood and grime, the journey a dangerous one. He had no weapon to speak of, and he still had to carry his young daughter, not the mention the recurring hordes of zombies. He noticed that tehy came in all shapes and sizes; fale and female, fat and thin... this
virus...?
took hold of eveyone. But why not him? As he pondered this, he realized taht he was on his mother's street.
"That's it, that's it!!!" He yelled to no one in paticualr, and ran up to twoards, and reached for the knob. The door wouldn't budge.
It was boarded up, from the inside. Dario kicked at it a few times, and itg flew off it's hinges. Standing right in front of him was his obese mother, holding a rifle. Russo noted that teh safety was on.
"Mom it's me." He placed Erza on the floor, and for the time noticed that he had 2 nd degree burns of his face and neck. Bess Russo put the shotgun down, and looked at him.
"Son, is it a gang war out there or something?"
"Mom, I don't know. I think it's a virus. Teh whole town's been infected..."
"Have you seen anyone?" She was taking command, just as she had done to him in his childhood
"Well, yes, there was this one person, but I..."
"You did? And didn't try to stop them? Where was he going?"
"It was a she, and she was goign to the police station. I stup thing, really. Must be criminal zombies everywhere..."
"Zombies? Zombies? This is unreal."
"Mom, let's just build up a blockade, then we can talk."
'I'll grab some stuff." She ran out the room for a minute, then came back.
"Come, too." He followed her into teh kitchen,and dragged the refrigarator to the front entrance, using it to block the door. He brought Erza Russo up to the main bedroom, and Dario took a chair, wiping the sweat off his forehead. She looked at him sternly, and he stopped. He looked back lovingly at his young daughter, still in the depths of unconsious sleep. Dario shook his head in disbelief, over and over again.
'Yesterday, less than an hour ago... things were normal. What's happened to this town." he looked at his motehr, who was fast asleep.
Good, because I could sue a brewskie right about now... He quietly got out of the chair, and walked down the steps.
There were three beers in the frig, and Dario took one. Then, he guzzled it down, and threw the can in the corner.
What am I going to do? And what is going on here? Dario searched through his brain, but could come up with nothing.
Military, accident, or Umbrella... yeah right. The guy's who said that were complete dope fiend anyway.
But now, he wasn't so sure. He had read the papers in teh local newspaper, but didn't care.
But now, with all this... what do I think? What has happned to this place. Damn, I need some sleep.
Not thinking about his motehr, or even his daughter, he closed his eyes, and began a sleep of about six seconds. At that time, a scream from the bedroom made him almost fall out of his chair. The scream continued, then finally stop.
Oh shit!!! He sprung up and bolted up teh carpeted stairs, his mother's shotgun clenced in his hands...
"What's going on?" Erza Russo repeated, and this time Dario answered her.
"I... I don't know. What is going on here?" He turned his attention again to the mayhem, until he realized that these things could probably climb up the small hill the street was on. He pushed him along, and they hid behind a near dumpster.
"Where should we go?" she asked him, forgetting about their recent argument.
"I don't know... if we can make it there, we should try Kendo's place. I mean, he does run a gun shop. He could protect us." Erza contumplated this for a moment, then nodded.
"But, we have to be careful." They got up, and walked in the direction of the gun shop.
They quickly found that they needed something to defend themselves with. Every corner they turned, one of those creatures would approach, and they would ahve to make a mad dash. By the fourth time this had happened, the two were exhausted. They rested behind a wall, erza looking out for danger.
She saw it first. It was two cases of gun powder, apparently dropped. Dario saw it, too, but soon looked away.
"Gun powder. Not gonna do us any good." She looked at him, then explained.
"When we go to Kendo's place, we can give him these. Just to be useful."
"I guess, but that won't be of much use. Before we get moving, we should look for something to protect ourselves." Russo started looking, and Erza followed suite.
They found some things, but htings of little use. In the corner of the alley were two packs of handgun bullets and a grimy bottle of First Aid Spray. They both looked at eachother, and smiled.
"We got a whole lot to work with here" Erza said sarcastically.
'Oh, I know... wait, give me that." Without asking why, Daughter Russo handed over the First Aid Spray, and Dario mixed in the gun powder.
"And what will you do with that?" He sprayed some near her, and she coughed and sneezed.
"Aw! That reeks! Jesus!" He smiled again.
"A good weapon. It probably won't hurt those things, but it will distarct them."
"Not bad." He gave it back, entrusting her with the weapon. He grinned at the symbolic gesture.
"No, let's get moving." They turned the corner, Erza holding the bottle tight in her hand.
As Claire Redfield first arrived in the city, the truck driver John Cole now feared for his life. He had jumped into the truck because...
Because some whacko bit me.
He looked back at the wound, which was jetting blood onto the windshield.
"Why'd he bite me?" Coel tried to cover the wound, but it wasn't working. And slowly, he started to change...
The combination worked quite well. Every time they saw one of the creatures, Erza would pull out the spray bottle, and fire. The virus carriers would get confused for about fifteen seconds, giving the two more than enough time to run away.
For a while, Dario had trouble trying to figure out where he was going, but once he started to reconize streets and avenues, he felt much better.
"Where are we know?" Erza Russo asked him. he looked around, to jog his memory.
"Andrew St. We're not that far from his place." They continued, Dario looking around the corner. A female zombie approached, and Erza sprayed. None came out. She tried two more times, but still nothing. They started to move back as the zombie came closer. As they came furtehr away, the zombie was knocked over by a gust of wind.
From a car... FROM A CAR?!
Dario and Erza watched in awe as it spun violently, stopping in the middle of the street.
"There's a gun in the glove department. Take it." Leon Scott Kennedy had just said to Claire Redfield. She opened it, finding a small handgun."
"Thanks. What is going on in this town?" she looked at him, hoping for an answer.
"I don't know, I..." Leon suddenly caught a glance in his rear - view mirror, and froze in horror.
"Claire, look out..." she spun around, and shot at the zombie repeatedly. It finally fell back in the seat, the car spun some and stopped, and the two relaxed a bit. Leon relaxed in his seat, but too late saw the truck coming at them, and at a very high speed.
Inside his eighteen - wheeler, trucker John Cole was now a full - fledged zombie. His skin was an eerie purple, his teeth falling out by the minute. In the direct path on the truck, he cared no more. Somewhere in his vanishing hummanity, John wanted the pain to end. The zombie kept it on a straight line, and hardly noticed two people jumping out just in time. It slammed into teh jeep head - on, and an explosion soon erupten from the wreckage. As Leon yelled to Claire that they would meet up at the police station, Dario bent over the body of his unconsious daughter, knocked to the ground. He looked over the wreckage, watch the girl turn the corner. Soon, a crowd of virus carriers started to appear, and he picked up his daughter. He chubby frame held her daugter's weight with ease, and he ran to the only place he could think of... his mother's house.
The sidewalkes were covered with blood and grime, the journey a dangerous one. He had no weapon to speak of, and he still had to carry his young daughter, not the mention the recurring hordes of zombies. He noticed that tehy came in all shapes and sizes; fale and female, fat and thin... this
virus...?
took hold of eveyone. But why not him? As he pondered this, he realized taht he was on his mother's street.
"That's it, that's it!!!" He yelled to no one in paticualr, and ran up to twoards, and reached for the knob. The door wouldn't budge.
It was boarded up, from the inside. Dario kicked at it a few times, and itg flew off it's hinges. Standing right in front of him was his obese mother, holding a rifle. Russo noted that teh safety was on.
"Mom it's me." He placed Erza on the floor, and for the time noticed that he had 2 nd degree burns of his face and neck. Bess Russo put the shotgun down, and looked at him.
"Son, is it a gang war out there or something?"
"Mom, I don't know. I think it's a virus. Teh whole town's been infected..."
"Have you seen anyone?" She was taking command, just as she had done to him in his childhood
"Well, yes, there was this one person, but I..."
"You did? And didn't try to stop them? Where was he going?"
"It was a she, and she was goign to the police station. I stup thing, really. Must be criminal zombies everywhere..."
"Zombies? Zombies? This is unreal."
"Mom, let's just build up a blockade, then we can talk."
'I'll grab some stuff." She ran out the room for a minute, then came back.
"Come, too." He followed her into teh kitchen,and dragged the refrigarator to the front entrance, using it to block the door. He brought Erza Russo up to the main bedroom, and Dario took a chair, wiping the sweat off his forehead. She looked at him sternly, and he stopped. He looked back lovingly at his young daughter, still in the depths of unconsious sleep. Dario shook his head in disbelief, over and over again.
'Yesterday, less than an hour ago... things were normal. What's happened to this town." he looked at his motehr, who was fast asleep.
Good, because I could sue a brewskie right about now... He quietly got out of the chair, and walked down the steps.
There were three beers in the frig, and Dario took one. Then, he guzzled it down, and threw the can in the corner.
What am I going to do? And what is going on here? Dario searched through his brain, but could come up with nothing.
Military, accident, or Umbrella... yeah right. The guy's who said that were complete dope fiend anyway.
But now, he wasn't so sure. He had read the papers in teh local newspaper, but didn't care.
But now, with all this... what do I think? What has happned to this place. Damn, I need some sleep.
Not thinking about his motehr, or even his daughter, he closed his eyes, and began a sleep of about six seconds. At that time, a scream from the bedroom made him almost fall out of his chair. The scream continued, then finally stop.
Oh shit!!! He sprung up and bolted up teh carpeted stairs, his mother's shotgun clenced in his hands...
