Dead Rising: Fortune's End
I do not own Dead Rising
Chapter 2: It's Happening Again…
Sweat built up on Chuck's brow as his heart beat heavily, he heard the blood rush through his ears. Katey hugged her father tightly and had her face stuffed in his chest. Chuck held his daughter in his arms firmly. Hearing the groans of the zombie horde brought back memories…of Las Vegas…
Panic, chaos, fear, those three words perfectly described the Las Vegas outbreak. Chuck didn't know his wife had been bit, and he had always wondered why she had never told him; maybe she didn't know what would happen, maybe she didn't want to be a burden to them. He remembered it like yesterday, it had been day two in the safe house, and they had fallen asleep. Chuck had woke up in the middle of the night, his wife was up, stumbling around. "What's wrong? Are you feeling sick?" Chuck had asked
He had put his hand on her shoulder, she was ice cold. "What's wrong?"
And she had twisted, and attacked him, and he didn't want to believe it as it was happening, but he knew, she had turned. Katey had been bit on the arm, and she screamed in terror. Chuck remembered running out of the room with his daughter, and hearing the gunshot that killed his wife.
When all the survivors had been escorted out of the hellhole, the military had firebombed the city. And Chuck knew, out there, within the rubble and ash and cinders…was his wife.
Chuck had shaken himself out of the trance. He looked down at his daughter, "Hang on, Katey. I'm getting us to safety!"
Chuck took a deep breath and kicked open the door. A few zombies fell on their back, "Get back!" Chuck warned, as if they could understand him
Chuck had sprinted to a double door, attempting to dodge every zombie, the double door bust open as a zombie tackled a human to the ground and began eating him. Chuck pressed Katey's face closer to his chest, "It's alright, stay calm, Katey."
He had stepped into the Arena lobby, where zombies were at every inch. Chuck attempted to try to find the fastest and safest way to get out. Chuck dashed to the doors, between the screams, the growls and more, Chuck had busted out into the Platinum Strip. Fire, zombies, survivors running in fear… "It's happening again." Chuck muttered
Up on a billboard, in bold red letters read,
"FORTUNE CITY EMERGENCY SHELTER"
Chuck had run down the steps, to the large steel door. The door was inches thick and no one couldn't enter or leave.
Chuck had walked into the waiting room, as the door closed behind them. The waiting room was a medium sized room, between two large steel doors, in order to determine if everyone in the room was human.
Chuck had put Katey down, and held her hand. The surveillance camera in the corner had zoomed in, inspecting the seven people in the room carefully. The door in front of them opened slowly, to be met by the security officer. He was an older man, maybe in his late forties or early fifties. Chuck knew him from somewhere, but couldn't place it.
He had scratched his gray beard, same color as the hair on his head, next to his thin pale lips. He had his black jacket with the letters 'FCS' in bold yellow print, Fortune City Security. The badge of the security was on his left sleeve. In his right holster, resting on his hip was his Desert Eagle, and to his left holster was a black heavy duty flashlight.
He had crossed his arms, "Alright, we got three days before the military arrives. Just keep your nose clean, and we won't have problems."
He had rested on the wall next to the door. Survivors walked past him, "Well, Chuck Greene. We saw your performance on the security camera, mighty impressive."
"Thanks."
Chuck had remembered it now! He was talking with TK about (of all things ironic) making sure the zombie pens were secured. The officer had extended his hand, "Raymond Sullivan, head of the FCS, Fortune City Security." Complimenting what he had just said, on the left breast of the jacket was a radio and white letters saying 'R. Sullivan'.
Chuck had shaken it, "We just gotta' hang in until the three days are up." Sullivan assured
Chuck had nodded and took steps forward, all of a sudden; Sullivan placed his arm in front of Chuck, blocking him, "Now, now. What is that?"
Sullivan had pointed to Katey's bite wound from years ago. "It's a condition." Chuck explained, "I have Zombrex, don't worry."
"See that you do, we don't have any here. If she becomes infected, I won't hesitate to…"
Sullivan had stopped, seeing Chuck's menacing glare towards him, "Sorry. But honestly, I'm not risking the safety of the people here. You can take her to the Security Office, there's a couch and everything, she'll be good there."
Chuck and Katey walked in the Security Office. It was a small room, equipped with a couch, two chairs and tables. Computers were placed on the desk in the right hand corner of the room, along with some scattered papers.
Chuck gave Katey a playful shove to the couch, and Katey sat on it, taking out her PSP, Katey began to play the game. Chuck sat next to her and took a deep sigh. He took out the rectangular Zombrex box, "We have no more medicine, do we, dad?"
Chuck rubbed his left temple, she was right, but he didn't want to scare her. "Don't worry about that kiddo. I'll take care of it."
"You need some Zombrex?" Came a voice from the door
Chuck sprang up, looking at the red haired woman; she looked very young, most likely in her mid-twenties, a little younger than Chuck. "How much did you hear!?" He demanded, he wouldn't risk his daughter getting hurt over this
"Relax, I'm not telling anyone. I'm Stacey Forsythe."
That who she was! Chuck remembered her from the news. "Hey, you're the one protesting the show, right?"
"Right. I'm the leader of the Nevada Branch of CURE, Citizens for Undead Rights and Equality. We were protesting that horrible show, and then the outbreak started. Our group split up, I managed to get here, but I don't know what happened to everyone else.
"Enough of that though. You're Chuck Greene. You won that show by killing as many zombies as you can, so tell me, was it worth killing innocent zombies for some money?"
"No, I did what I did for I can get Zombrex. For my daughter, I do what I need to."
For years, Chuck had saved up dollars from his motocross days, but now, over years and years, his bank account dedicated to Katey's Zombrex was beginning to thin out. "Right, your daughter's Zombrex! There's a pharmacy in the Royal Flush Plaza, they should have some."
"Alright, good. But how do I get out of here?"
"I'm not sure, Chuck. You should take a look around."
Stacey sat down on the chair next to the desk with the computers. "I can access all the cameras from the mall. I can keep track." Stacey got up and gave Chuck a radio, "Take this, we'll keep in touch. And you should take this map of the city." Chuck collected both items and walked up to Katey
He had got down on one knee. "Hey, Katey. Daddy's going to be gone for a few minutes, I'll be back in time for your Zombrex."
Katey showed a face of worry, "No, daddy! You're going to be hurt!"
"No I'm not, sweetie. I pinky promise."
Their pinkies interlocked and Chuck hugged his daughter and gave her a kiss. He got up, "Hey, watch Katey, would you?" He asked Stacey
"Of course." She assured
Chuck walked out of the office and looked around. How would he get out of here? He thought, the water, the air, and everything else would have to get in here somewhere. He walked past a thick locked double door labeled 'Food Supply', rows and rows of canned food and bottled water were locked inside, only Sullivan had the key. They had enough food and water for seven days, although procedure says military rescue would come in three days, in need to mobilize their troops and quarantine the surrounding areas.
He walked down some stairs, up to some vents. He raised his ear up to the vent, and softy knocked. Yep, it was hollow. He began to push on the vent, and the panel was pushed in. He looked down the vent, it was dark, looking at the map, they were near the Royal Flush Plaza. He climbed in and crawled down the vent.
As he finally popped out later down the vent, he had to get Katey's Zombrex; he only had a few hours. He had walked up a flight of stairs, and walked through several doors. He opened the door in front of the Dark Bean, a coffee shop. Zombies roamed the area, all over the plaza. Chuck had looked around, looking at the map. He had to reach the pharmacy.
Chuck had grabbed a fire axe for defense. There had been a zombie approaching him, Chuck readied his axe and swung it. Decapitating the undead monster, blood had squirted out of his cut off head. Chuck had looked at his watch…one and a half hours. Katey needed her Zombrex between seven and eight…he needed to get to the pharmacy…fast.