I know it's been a very long time since I put the first chapter up but I got a very severe dose of writers block, plus with work being a pain in the ass I haven't really had time to sit down and write. However I am trying and this happened to be the result! Enjoy!
Thanks to a reviewer named Possessed, you inspired me to get my ass back into gear and put this chapter up!
Outbreak scenario: Part 2.
Closing the door behind him as gently as he could, desperately trying not to make a sound that could attract more of those things. His heart beat was working overtime, thumping against his chest harder and faster with every step forward he took; he could hear the very blood in his body pulsing around his brain…thump thump thump…he shook his head in an attempt to erase the noise from his mind but it was still there…thump thump thump…and he knew that it wasn't going to go away until these creatures were gone.
The dim lighting in the liquor storage didn't help matters; it made things even more eerie than they already were. It was deathly cold, but for once the plumber was thankful and welcomed it, the chill was refreshing because as the heat built up in David's sand coloured work clothes, so did the sweat across his tanned forehead. The others were in similar situations, Kevin's RPD uniform, although short sleeved was padded, he leaned against the opposing door they had yet to venture into gasping slightly, trying to catch his breath. Mark too was breathing deeply, his grey security jacket was very thick, a winter coat used to keep out the bitter freeze, but with the blatant fact they were running for their very survival, the three men were feeling the affects.
Bob, the eldest in the room, shuffled uncomfortably. His skin was paling, he had the very same coat on as Mark yet he was shivering, his teeth chattering together loudly.
"Bob, how are you feeling?" Mark looked down at the smaller man who was gripping onto him as though if he let go, he would surly die.
Bob let out a chuckle which suddenly turned into a cough. "Oh I'm hanging on." They all stood as a silence bestowed upon them, glancing around the room, between faces and wine bottles, the rest was needed, but could not continue, pretty soon those things would find them, they'd tear into their skin ripping their bodies open diving into their insides for nutrients; no one wanted to die such a death.
"We can't stand around" Kevin straightened from the door "They'll soon catch up to us" He turned around and opened the door he was leaning against, and then went through.
David slowly followed Mark and Bob, frowning as the musty smell of dust flowed through the air. Bob's feet dragged behind, scraping loudly echoing through the outsized room. Shelf after shelf of expensive wines, all neatly stacked away, forever collecting dust, no one would drink them now. The plumber stopped; watching as the two figures disappeared around the corner. He hadn't thought this through, no one had, there was no time, but in the quiet of this cold spacious attic, it dawned on him; what would happen when they got outside? Where would they go? Is the whole city infested?
He closed his eyes, sighing, he heard footsteps approaching, patting against the stone floor. He didn't have to turn around, out stretch his right arm and pull the trigger to pierce more human flesh. He didn't have to hear the possessed moans as the blood hungry monsters thrived for more meat even when they were shot once, twice a third time before they let out another haunting groan and slumped lifelessly to the floor. He didn't have to be frightened he knew the footsteps were too coordinated, they were in step unlike the way those things had walked.
"David?" He didn't turn around to acknowledge him, he knew it was Kevin. The tone in Kevin's voice was soft yet questioning. The long haired man felt a gentle squeeze on his left shoulder, a small motion that symbolized the words Kevin could have said but decided actions spoke louder than words. The emerald eyes of the plumber looked into the pale blue of the cops. The usual sparkle of excitement had changed to a mass of confusion, the normal cheeky glint that twinkled in his eyes every night, as they both sat at the bar, no words, just the odd glance, and the random grins Kevin presented David with, had turned into a swirl of fear.
"Lets get going" Kevin's hand moved from his shoulder to the base of his back pushing him slightly, urging him to move forward.
A loud bang behind them caused the men to jump, both turning around on their heels they jumped again as another bang followed. The faint sound of hungry growls could be heard as the banging became more frequent, more demanding, the wooden door wouldn't last long.
"Come on!" David sprinted off round the corner with Kevin not far behind, there stood on some steps in front of a large grey shutter; the tall coloured man was still holding Bob.
"What's that noise?"
"Their trying to break the-" Before Kevin could even contemplate finishing the sentence the sound of wood caving in and crashing to the floor followed by various shuffling feet.
"Shit!" Mark turned to look at the way they had come; the feet were getting closer as the moans grew hungrier. "I can't find the switch for this shutter, were screwed!"
Kevin ran down the stairs in a panic, checking every corner of the room for some sort of switch cursing under his breath each time he was let down.
David followed him over to a rusting yellow fork lift, obviously used to carry in deliveries of alcohol or food, on its fork was a huge wooden crate. Using his knack for fixing and building things, David thought fast.
"If we could raise that, the crate would fit in the space against the tower of shelves, I could crawl round into that vent, and hopefully I should be able to open the shutter from that side" David explained, he didn't realize how much he was shaking until he raised his arm to point at the shelves.
A smug smile appeared on Kevin's lips, he quickly rummaged through his back pocket tilting his head to the left he continued to struggle as he tried finding something, his tongue poked out the corner of his mouth while he searched. A twinkle of metal against plastic as Kevin dangled a key in front of the other man.
"The Key ring says: Fork Lift. I found it in that room that I went into alone" He put it into the machine, flicking a switch the two men gasped with relief as the fork began to raise, putting the crate into place.
David didn't speak just nodded slightly at Kevin before running to the end of the shelves and climbing the ladder to the top. He paused, eyes widening at the sight before him. The same four disfigured beings slumped their way over, fresh blood covered their faces, dried blood crusted up their arms. The same howling screams forced out of their mouths while they walked faster arms outstretched desperate for more human meat. David froze again; no matter how hard he tried his brain would not accept the situation. It was a horror film, it wasn't reality; it couldn't be, it had to be some realistic nightmare…but if it was a nightmare he wouldn't have felt the softness in Kevin's touch, the tenderness in his voice or the concern in his eyes. He had to continue, it couldn't end here. Pushing himself along the shelves using one arm then the other he called to the others.
"Their here!"
"Rock and Roll!" Kevin reloaded his 45 auto pistol before running forward into the fray, dodging as they lounged at him throwing them selves in an attempt to pin him to the floor. Mark let go of his friend, clasping his handgun in both hands he fired relentlessly catching one directly in its eye, then another in its neck, finally hitting it in the chest it collapsed to the floor as the blood sprayed out like a fountain, covering Mark's black leather shoes.
Behind them the shutter made a loud whirring noise as it began to open, slowly revealing David who grabbed onto Bob "Kevin, Mark lets go!"
"Uh Huh" Kevin muttered firing a last shot right in between the eyes, the zombie like creature stumbled backwards falling off balance, crashing into a pile of boxes with a un holy groan.
"Mark!" Bob shouted as loud as he could, trying to warn his best friend, Mark's reflexes proved useless, one of the zombies grabbed onto him knocking them both to the ground crawling on top of the security guard crying loudly for its meal. One of its eyes was oozing puss, the blood trailing down its face, dripping off the end of its chin landing on Mark's jacket. Torn flesh was hanging off its face threatening to fall each time it moved down to bite Mark as it had previously done Will.
"Shit! Go Away!" Mark yelled "Help me please!" He was pushing the face of the creature far away as he could while he tried to wriggle free, the moans from the enemy grew frustrated and annoyed it was being denied what it wanted, and the smell was vile, like a butchers shop on fire, rotting flesh burning like tar. Its breath was hot each time it swiped down to bite the war veteran. Two lone bullets rang true as they connected with the creature's spine, it growled in defeat before slumping limply on top of Mark who retaliated with a heavy push sending it into the pile of other undead bodies.
Quickly running to David he took hold of his dear friend once again. "Mark are you alright?" Bob looked deep into Mark's eyes.
"I'll feel much better when I find my wife and my son then get the hell out of here" The four of them walked up the stairs leading to the roof, Mark carrying Bob led the way followed by Kevin then David. Mark had been lucky, they all had. Sooner or later they might all fall victim to these horrid beings, David had to think what your fate was once you were bitten? Was it instant death? Did you live a little depending on how severe the bite was? Or did you die, then somehow, return as one of them; one of the undead?
He was deep in thought, not paying much attention just walking staring at the ground before he bumped into Kevin.
"Why we stopped?"
"Bob doesn't want to go any further, he feels really bad now. Mark's just over there with him"
"I think its best we stay over here" David stated as they both watched the two men just a few more steps away. They were talking, but they couldn't hear them. "How you holding up?" David rested against the wall folding his arms not moving his sight off the happy go lucky cop.
"I could use a pint" He smirked.
David laughed, Kevin loved beer. Everyone who knew him, or didn't know him just like David hadn't known him but he knew he loved beer. He was there at J's bar every night, beer in one hand and probably another beer in his other hand. Kevin let out a disappointed semi laugh. "I was meant to be at a party tonight, I was just having a few starters at J's bar then I was heading off to the station. There was a new recruit party for the rookie who just started today. Poor kid, he's probably zombie chow by now" Kevin glanced over at the elder men kneeling beside one another.
Mark felt tears sting his eyes threatening to fall, he just wanted peace. His mind was plagued by the hardship, the cruelness of war and all Mark Wilkins wanted was peace. Bob Flinch was his best friend, his longest friend, they went through school together fought side by side in Vietnam and both moved to Racoon City, as security guards enjoying the normal life. Now here they were handguns shaking in their palms as they caught their breath from quite possibly the most horrifying events they had both seen. Bob was becoming colder, his sweat dripped down his face as his cheeks went as white as snow. Clutching onto his handgun the man with a grey moustache thought back to his talk with David in the locker room:
"I have some more if worse comes to worse"
"I can't do this anymore Mark"
"Bob…it's just a little further now"
"I don't want to be one of them" He clicked the safety of the weapon he had yet to use.
"Bob!"
"Please Mark, let me have my peace" He hugged his dearest friend for the last time clinging tightly before letting go and raising the gun to his right temple, a second and his eyes widened, the handgun made a loud bang, the bullet cracked through his skull and the blood cascaded over the wall with a loud splat. His now motionless body slumped over; Mark touched his friend's hand;
"Oh Bob.." He felt those tears that stung him so, fall gracefully down his cheeks. The pent up emotions burst inside him he couldn't help but scream. "Bob!"
He averted his green eyes, looking behind him, breathing deeply. A gloved hand grabbed his arm tightly. As a police officer Kevin was use to things like this, not that it made it any easier especially in the circumstances, but David was new to this, he hadn't been to war nor had he seen a body of a friend lying limp on concrete floor with his blood pooling around him. He had seen people gripping their sides as the knife sliced through their skin, crying out as the pain racked their bodies and their possessions stolen. It made him think, all those people had friends and families that felt exactly like Mark would be now, he hated himself.
"We better go" Kevin whispered softly still holding David, who meekly nodded and followed Kevin over to Mark. Mark stood wiping away his tears, staring at the once happy face of Bob Flinch.
"Let's hurry on" Mark sternly spoke. "I need to survive, for Bob, for my family I can't die here!"
Mark tore down the fence at the side of the roof, ripping it off with an anger he didn't want to take out on the other men with him. They carried on forward walking to ledge.
"We have to jump" Kevin peered over the ledge, the drop was a long way down, they wouldn't survive the impact if one of them were to fall.
"Attention all civilians, this is the Racoon City police department. Due to the riots in progress this area will be closed off, we advise you to leave immediately."
"Glad he had a megaphone or we wouldn't have heard him trying to ruin are lives more they already are!" Kevin yelled down the side of the building to the street belong were the police officer stood megaphone in hand.
"Easy Kevin" David patted his shoulder, come on we don't have much time it's now or never."
Too gun fire shots rang through their ears and the cry of crows dying falling from the sky to the street below followed. Mark reloaded his gun. "I didn't trust them" He muttered.
David inhaled deeply. "I'll go first, that way if you two can't pull yourself up then I'll be on the other side to help you"
David didn't give them chance to argue, he took two steps back before sprinting forward and leaping into the air. His stomach slammed hard against the wall, as he clung onto the edge with both hands, his knee raised as he yanked himself up grunting at the difficulty of it all. He managed to haul himself up; rolling onto his side he stood up gingerly on shaky knees.
Mark stepped back and jumped as best as his legs would allow. Only managing to grab the side of the other building with one hand, he hung there gripping onto the ledge with all his might, his knuckles turning white as he tried to raise his left hand. David grabbed the dangling arm pulling the 15 stone man onto the roof. Mark straightened himself up, glancing over to the previous building where Kevin was getting ready to jump, he could no longer see Bob…but he knew he was finally at peace now.
Kevin gulped down his fear then ran forward, foot touching the edge he leaped smacking his stomach the same way David had off the hard brick wall. He pulled himself up with both arms, leaning his elbows onto the ledge he began to raise his knee for support. His knee slipped off the ledge causing him to fall back over, his left arm still some how holding the side while his body hung in the air David shouted something that could have been a curse word before pulling up the police man and toppling over backwards.
David's heart beat was erratic. His eyes were clenched tightly closed; he refused to open them until he felt warm breath against his ear. "This seems promising." He opened them to see the grinning face of Kevin looming above him; body directly on top of his, chests pressed together both breathing heavily. David felt his face flush as his cheeks reddened.
"We don't have all day, Kevin molester David another time"
"He's right" David added.
"We better continue this later" Kevin spoke in that same husky voice he had used earlier before pulling up the plumber and following Mark.
Authors note: I made up Bob's surname considering the game doesn't tell you it also Bob's death scene isn't word for word…I couldn't remember it!
Okay, I am in the process of writing chapter three which will probably be the end of Scenario Outbreak then it's onto Scenario below freezing ground!