Diaz de Las Muertos

The Days of the Dead

Yet another Resident Evil ficcie by:

KrystalDragoness

Author's Note: Okays, here we go, I know ya'll are getting impatient, lol, sorry! And now, let the story begin.

Krystal: *grins and waves* We don't own anything but insanity. And Jimmy and Stephen. And me. And me and KD really wish we owned the real Alex. *grin* Any who, all the fan made characters that don't have someone else's claim on them are ours, That means we don't own Brandie or Anthony. Thanks for reading the disclaimer, now on with the fic!

KD: And if you have any ideas for your chars or something, feel free to say them! And another little add on, so nobody's confused! The weapons list doesn't necessarily mean that the character has them, it just means that they can use them. For example, Krystal doesn't automatically have uzis.

Krystal: I don't?

KD: No. But she can use them very well.

Krystal: I can?

KD: Yes, now shut up.

Krystal: humph.

Prologue - It's going down

"Oklahoma City, a metropolis full of various races, events, music, movies, and lights...Little did the unfortunate residents know that Umbrella was studying a virus, which was about to be unleashed on the unfortunate populous..."

The Scientist walked down the pure white hall, it all looked the same to him, for only the skilled could pick out the correct door in this cold, sterile, artificially lit hallway. Stopping in front of the white doors which, he mused, coincidentally looked exactly like the other pair of white doors next to him, and those before, he put his hand on a blue pad in front of him and muttered something under his breath, there was a small click and a quick beep before the monitor next to the door said "Identity confirmed", allowing him access to the lab he was assigned to check up on. The door slid open, to reveal a lab full of huge tubes filled with various monsters. A licker, the Nemesis, Mr. X, and a female Tyrant all sat in separate tubes, but all were equally as dangerous to have in one area. Nemesis' dead pale blue eye looked at him, its mauled face seeming to grin maniacally. That damn thing always gave him the shivers whenever he arrived into the lab, the scientist thought to his self, making a quick once-over glance at the experiments before him. While crossing the room to look at the console, the scientist heard yells in the hall, followed by the crack of several quick gunshots and rapidly hit one of the many illuminated buttons before him, hiding the tubes behind several sheets of steel. Right after he did so, however, the door he had arrived from flew open with such an amount of force that it slammed against the wall it was connected to. A crew of people, all dressed in matching uniforms of complete black and carrying a machine gun each ran into the lab, yelling so many different things at the same time that it was near impossible to make sense of the racket.

One of the intruders sprinted over to him, wrapping an arm around his neck and forcefully placing the machine gun to his head. "WHERE'S THE KEYS?" The feminine voice yelled in his ear, the screeching of various animals that the virus had been tested on causing the lab to become even louder. "What are you talking about?" The scientist yelled, horrified at the sudden entrance of the unknown enemies. "DON'T FUCK WITH ME! WHERE'RE THE KEYS TO THE ANIMAL CAGES?" "You can't let them go! It's insane!" He protested, knowing that the risk of viral outbreak was far too high to let the PETA terrorists just release the animals. "Damn it! He's not going to answer, just open the cages with whatever you can!" A masculine voice yelled behind his black hockey mask, this one was built fairly solid. Muscles bulged from under the black long sleeved shirt, and he seemed to be in control of the situation more than the other ones that had charged in with him. "But you can't! They're dangerous!" The scientist begged, hoping they would understand and heed his warning. The girl growled in frustration, hearing what the scientist assumed was her superior give an order, and promptly let go of his neck. She then pushed him to the ground as her teammate filled the space she left behind, a machine gun wedged against his temple. Looking over at the cages, her blue eyes inspected one with a coal black German shepherd in it, the dog was whimpering and shaking, its large frame huddled against the back of the cage that contained it. She turned to look at the man in the white coat, terror filling his eyes as if he knew what exactly was going to happen next. It had happened before, to a co-worker of his. The dogs were intelligent, and that was what made them deadly, for some reason, they had figured out how to trick their prey, there hadn't been enough research to determine if it was something that had been inherited by the virus, or if it was something that was already genetically built into the animals though, so they weren't sure how to control it. "Asshole. Hey boys, let that dog go!" The girl gestured at the cage, her small frame looking almost comical because of the size of the gun she carried with her. She couldn't be more than 4'9, and her curves were hugged by the skintight black pants and shirt she wore. Her black shoes were almost silent as she drifted across the lab, taking in the amount of animals they had found, the expression on her face one of someone who just won the lottery. "Right." Yet another man said, he approached the cage and talked to the animal sweetly while skillfully picking the lock, completely unprepared for what was to come next. It all happened in a blur, the second the door opened; the sweet and shivering dog suddenly leaped out of the cage and began to maul the man's throat, blood gushed across the creature's face as it tore into the jugular, crimson fluid staining the ground around the man as his arms flailed wildly, the dog continued ripping into his flesh however, ripping the rest of the man's throat out before feasting on whatever other pieces of flesh it could find.

"MIKE! OH MY GOD! WHAT IN THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?" The girl yelled, jumping back in horror and aiming her gun at the dog before pressing her finger against the trigger and firing. Amidst the terror of the intruders, the scientist seized his opportunity of being left unguarded and tried to reach the console to set off an emergency alarm. While crawling across the ground, however, he felt liquid under his knees. His face paled behind his glasses as he looked over at the metal sealed containers containing the worst secrets the corporation had, and noticing liquid slowly leaking out of the one that contained the licker. Realizing that an outbreak would soon occur, he dismissed going for the console, and got up to run for the door. A scratch that sounded like steel ripping against a chalkboard forced the remaining three of the four person crew to pause. Terrified and confused, they slowly turned and looked at the steel tube nearest to them as a shriek erupted from it, followed by claws piercing the steel and ripping it open. "What the hell is that captain?" The smaller of the two remaining men screamed. The girl's eyes locked on the tube, suddenly forgetting about the dead dog and her former partner's corpse which lay in front of her, her body was paralyzed, watching the long razor blade like talons ripping through solid steel. "I don't know, ABORT MISSION! ABORT!" She barked, gesturing over her shoulder and trying to run for the hallway. She made it through the door and figured they were home free before hearing the scream of another teammate behind her. "MICHAEL!" She said, spinning and aiming into the lab, her heart skipped a beat as the bloodcurdling cry came to an end. The screams were over, and it appeared as if nothing was left in the cold, white, sterile room she had burst into earlier. She walked in slowly, looking around for any sign of the rest of her team. Her hands shook and she felt her legs quiver as she took in the view of what had happened… The tube had been ripped open, she had seen that, she knew it already, but what she wasn't prepared for was her men, who were also ripped open. One's chest was torn apart and his lungs, heart, and other organs were all over the floor, his face frozen in a scream as his body twitched lifelessly on the ground before her. Blood from the two final corpses stained the water on the floor, giving it a marble-like appearance, the crimson fluid spiraling effortlessly into the murky liquid that had spilled from the tube, and the lights flickered rapidly.

Unaware of what was in the room with her, she walked over to the brightly lit console behind a series of TV screens showing grainy camera images, her attention was caught by one scene, static bars rolling up the slightly damaged screen as the grainy image of the licker was plastered on the screen, before she could even press play, it began to pop up the same image on the six other screens in front of her. Her eyes widened as the TVs showed the beast, its exposed skull and brain glistening in the flickering light, staggering back, her hand brushed a key on the keyboard, cueing the camera's tape of what had just happened to play across the multiple screens, showing the beast nimbly springing from wall to wall, ripping the trained "terrorists" apart, limb by limb, before finally throwing the last one to the ground and gutting him with ease. Eyes locked on the screen in terror, she didn't even notice the lights had gone out in the lab; the glow of the screens illuminated her paralyzed face as she heard a low growl. Hoping that she would survive, she spun from the console and inhaled deeply, the metallic sting of the smell of blood hitting her nostrils along with a stale smell that she couldn't place her finger on. About ten feet in front of her, she heard something drop and felt the bloody water splash against her face, a couple of drops rolling into her mouth which she quickly spat out while raising her gun, pivoting her body and trying to see in the nonexistent light where the sound had come from. Before she could have any further reactions, however, she heard an inhuman screech that ripped through her ears and brought terror to her core, which was followed by her own scream catching in her throat...

Michelle laughed heartily and raised her feet up to put them on the wooden box next to her, looking at Stephen and then at the girls on the skate team as they practiced. After a couple more moments of silence except for the occasional click of wood against concrete or wheels rolling over pavement, she reached over to turn on the old CD playing boom box, hitting the play button to make "Purple Hills" blast through the speakers. Stephen gave her a glare and took his turn grinding in the skate park, focusing on honing his skills before the tournament they would soon go to. Nicole leaned in and joined Michelle in singing the way too familiar song, brushing her red hair behind her ear. "I've been so many places, I've seen so many faces, but nothin' compares to these blue and yellow purple hills!" The duo sang, smiles going from ear to ear on their faces as they yelled the lyrics louder, their sole intention to aggravate the rest of the group with their antics, and it appeared to work, for the girls began getting glares from Jimmy, Stephen and Timothy. Michelle grinned and flipped them off casually, her hair rustling in the gentle breeze under the clear blue sky, then began to sing Eminem's part, which was quickly followed by the chorus with Nicole. Once they got to a specific part, Nicole pointed at Stephen and began to rap along, a huge grin exposing her white teeth. "Lonely, crazy, don't be sexy, dopey headed guy!" This cued another glare from Stephen in Nicole's direction, as the two girls' display was clearly frustrating the boys who were attempting to practice. Michelle stood up and walked out from under the shaded tree she was sitting under, sun glistening off of her hair and the sparkles on her dark blue shirt, her white shorts showing just enough of her tanned thigh that it drew the attention of Timothy and Jimmy. "Dirty dozen, 80 of us, Shady sistas, guys love us! That's why our baby daddies love us but they hate each otha, probably wanna take each other out and date each otha, some sum thin' sum thin' sum thin'...I don't know!" She finished before deteriorating in a fit of laughter.

Nicole went back to a part in the song and stood up, laughing and walking up beside Michelle. "Shut your mouth you dirty dirty! Boys, please don't fight, 'cause this chick's here all night!" Timothy stopped and looked at the duo of rappers and smirked, preparing himself to counterattack them with their own favorite song. "Rewind it." "Why?" Nicole said, an eyebrow delicately rose in response as she fiddled with the string on the hole in the knee of her jeans. "I want to shut you idiots up." He quickly retorted. "Fine…" Michelle hit the button and went back to another part of the song for Timothy to take his time and respond to the two girls. "And I don't give a damn if I finally move; me and the crew the hell with you two! I only need three bucks and I'm cool, I just got some and I'm going back soon." Nicole and Michelle grinned and turned to each other, laughing before looking back at their fellow teammate with smiles of approval. "Good one Tim!" "Yeah, for real!" The girls repeated Michelle's last rap, then Tim shrugged, turning back to the skate bowl which he felt was calling his name. The song continued on, which brought Timothy to have an urge to finish what he felt was the most epic cover in his life, and finally end the two's anthem once and for all. He looked back at the two as the music played on and began to finish the song. "Dirty dozen 80 of us, shady brothas, ladies love us, that's why our baby mommas love us but they hate each other, they probably wanna take each otha out and date each otha, some sum thin' sum thin' sum thin..I DON'T KNOW!" This cued the girls to laugh, gasping for air before Michelle decided to glance at her watch. "Alright guys, time to load up." "Right. JIMMY! STEPHEN! TIME TO GO!" Nicole yelled to the duo, a hand on her hip. "Say what?" Jimmy said, stopping his tricks and grabbing his skateboard with one hand as he looked over at the girls who had just barked the orders to him.

Nicole rolled her eyes, dusting the dirt from the area she was sitting on from the seat of her faded jeans, her t-shirt hugged her frame elegantly, showing off just enough curve to make her appear as if she wasn't realistically part of the skate team. "TIMMY SAID IT IS TIME TO GO YOU RETARDS!" "Fuck off Nicole." Stephen muttered, walking by. Nicole turned and punched him in the arm lightly, a look of mock insult upon her face. "Fuck off yourself man!" Michelle quickly busied herself and began to load up the equipment the girls had carried from the van while Nicole began to grind and practice tricks on her skateboard, making the surrounding curbs and handrails her prey. Stephen helped Michelle, then lifted his head to make eye contact, piquing Michelle's interest in what he was about to say. "I'm gonna kill Nicole." "Chill Stephen…Seriously, don't go getting all pissed off with her. I don't feel like being the peacemaker." "Fine, but only because you asked." He replied; eyes still locked with Michelle's as her hair fell down upon her shoulder. "Cool. Thanks." She said, looking at Stephen after putting the boom box by her seat in the back of the van. Stephen put his skateboard in and gave her a hug after they got out of the van, picking her up and noticing how light she felt in his arms. "Stephen! You little bastard put me down!" Michelle laughed, lightly hitting him on the back in an attempt to be threatening. Stephen sat her down, his hands still on her hips, and looked at her. "How long has it been Michelle?" "...About two years, why?" She asked, puzzled as she brushed a piece of hair behind her ear, her brown eyes trying to see what was going through his mind. "I was thinking…" "What?" Stephen removed one of his hands and reached into his pocket, where he found and held the jewelry box in his hand, clutching it as he tried to figure out how to go about what he was going to say. "Well...I'll tell you after we win this competition." "I wanna know now!" Stephen smirked and pulled the box out of his pocket, holding it in front of him with little grace to the rapid unveiling. "Here, open it." "Oh my god…you didn't..?" "I did." She opened the box, looking at a small gold ring with three diamonds on it, and slipped it on her finger, her eyes grew wide and her mouth opened in a delicate o, the expression of shock and awe faded as a huge smile replaced it, joy lighting her face up as she accepted the gift.

Stephen smiled at her; He had finally decided to make the move, and he was glad that he had after seeing her face. Watching her reaction, he shrugged and began to speak. "I wasn't sure if it was your type, you know…I know you're a fan of all that expensive stuff and I'm just…" "Shut up." Michelle squealed, pressing a finger to his lips before she gave him a tight hug, feeling him wrap his arms around her to hug her back. "THANK YOU!" "Anytime." Stephen smiled, enjoying the expression of excitement that his girlfriend portrayed. Michelle released him, spinning on her heel and leaving to run off and show her new present to Nicole and proceeded to almost smash into Jimmy while he was carrying supplies to the van, with a quick word of apology, she skipped off, the joy showing in every step she took. "What'd you give her? A fucking million dollars?" "That ring she wanted." "Oh. I remember about two years ago you wouldn't talk to anyone at all...Then Michelle and you met each other. You've been inseparable ever since!" "Yeah, I know, right?" Stephen smiled to himself as he watched the two girls squeal in excitement to each other, Michelle's body language telling him exactly what was being discussed. "Why don't you two get married man? It's obvious you love her and she loves you." "I don't know man..." Stephen said, sitting on the bumper of the van and shrugging. "What's wrong? Don't think you're ready?" "Well…it's not that..it's just that.." "It's just that we gotta go! GIRLS! TIM! COME ON!" Jimmy shouted, the group approached and loaded into the van, destination: Oklahoma City.

Inside the lab a series of consoles lit up, each one flashing various buttons almost in a pattern, and then glowing a plethora of colors. One of the computer screens flickered in the dim light, showing the statistics of the latest Tyrant. The steel lifted on one of the containment tubes and showed a green bubbling liquid, but no Tyrant. "N-Virus...82%" The screen read. Suddenly the liquid turned to its clear form again, the previously disfigured and wounded body of the female Tyrant completely healed. Her eyes snapped open, the retinas focusing and coming to life as they inspected the dark area surrounding her. Clutching her hands, she put them to the glass, and noticed that where her nails once were, there were now claws, terror struck her, who was she? Where was she? And what was going on around her? Deciding that she needed to get out, and trying to hopefully draw some attention to herself and find someone who would explain, she pulled one hand back, slamming it forwards towards the glass which gave with ease, she hit it again, this time causing the entire front to shatter. Her new body was slammed against the ground with force as she started feeling the cool oxygen on her flesh, the virus filled water pouring over her skin and out into the bloody water on the floor, leaving an even odder tinge to the originally clear liquid. Listening to the crackling glass under her feet, she felt the air surge around her in cool breezes, her senses were overloading her brain, it was as if every cell on the surface of her skin had a series of nerve endings, each one triggering a chain reaction in the next. As she continued observing her area, her eyes roamed freely, then finally came to rest as she saw the dead bodies. There were six of them. One was a man with a mauled throat, another man, younger, with a torn open chest, entrails everywhere. A girl, youthful, with black hair and wide blue eyes, blood staining her lips, but other than that there was no obvious injury. The Tyrant felt something squirm inside her, begging her, urging her to use the parasites that lay dormant in her blood to take control of this girl's body.

Before she could give into temptation, a hologram appeared in front of her, its frame youthful, probably not older than 12, long hair brushing against its shoulders and back as it wore a summer dress, the sleeves falling around her wrists. "I would not recommend doing that FT-8719." The red girl spoke softly, but with an undertone that demanded respect. The Tyrant raised her eyes to the hologram, opening her mouth to speak. All that came out from her lips though was the liquid and saliva mixture that she had been breathing in while she was in the tube. "Why? If you take control of her, it will only cause a problem. That is why." The hologram said, the look on its face one that would be found on a mother scolding a child. The Tyrant snarled and reached up to touch her face, feeling a few tiny scars. "..Yes, you were dead, if that is what you are wondering." The Tyrant coughed long enough to clear her lungs of the remaining saliva and liquid mixture, and then cleared her throat to use her voice. "Wh-Who are you?" Clear blue eyes watched the red hologram carefully, the voice she used sounding foreign as it echoed off of the walls. "...The Red Queen." The hologram replied, crossing its arms with a lack of interest in the creature before it. "What happened to Raccoon City...?" "Raccoon City has been dead. You are now located in Oklahoma City, we continued our experiments here, unfortunately, just like in Raccoon City, Umbrella has experienced a little leak." This news caught the Tyrant's attention, she had died…and Raccoon City was gone… But now she was in a town that she recognized the name of, for a reason of which she wasn't sure; She glanced to her feet in shock, and suddenly realized after looking at her reflection in the poorly lit water she looked like a normal human, now that for some inexplicable reason her claws had disappeared into her normal nails.

The Tyrant clutched a fist and narrowed her eyes, trying to logically explain what was going on in her head. "How? How did this all happen?" "Intelligent, now aren't we?" The Red Queen mocked in a calm voice. "Tell me how. I want to know." The Tyrant demanded, her eyes locking with the Red Queen's holographic ones. "T and G-Virus spill...G-Virus spill was an unfortunate accident due to the fools who wanted to get the virus. HCF, they were called, if my memory serves me correctly…" The hologram trailed off, looking deep in thought for a moment before her head snapped up in a way that only someone without bones was capable of, looking the Tyrant up and down as a grin crossed her childish face, the look one that would be found if a kindergartner had just hid a cookie to eat during nap time. Her eyes lit up with anticipation as she recalled her original task. "Ah yes, I forgot to mention, the head of Umbrella told me to revive you so you could go play with the survivors. Now get dressed..." "With what?" The Tyrant replied dryly, frustration dripping from her vocal cords as she realized she wasn't going to get any answers. "Whatever you can find, of course. After all, pretty much everyone is dead down here." Was the Red Queen's answer before she disappeared in a fit of laughter that chilled the Tyrant to the very core of her being. FT-8719 searched the room for something, anything to get dressed in, before giving up and walking down the hall, the artificial lights burned her eyes and the cold air chilled her skin, causing goose bumps to erupt all over her naked flesh. Finding a set of stairs, she continued on, unsteadily gripping the hand rail as her body protested, telling her it was unprepared to begin such strenuous activity. Continuing on against the protest, she managed to get herself to the next floor, her knees bending in and her walk almost comical as her legs continued to try and give way. "Here we go..." She muttered, seeing a young girl leaning against the wall on the next level, her body was slumped over and a gun lay next to her, blood was splattered on the white wall and there was chunks of flesh covering the white floor on her right side. On the left side of her head was just one simple hole, which led the Tyrant to conclude that the girl had possibly committed suicide. "Interesting... Perhaps it suits me." She whispered, thankful that she had found anything at all that wasn't ripped apart, and wondering how the clothes the girl wore had managed to go without having bloodstains on them.

After about five minutes, she had gotten dressed into blue hip hugger jeans, a black halter top, dual necklaces, twin bracelets, a ring and the likes. Her hand reached into the back pocket of the jeans, eagerly trying to figure out who she now was, her curiosity peaking as she looked at the nude corpse on the ground near her. Pulling out a wallet, she looked into it, eagerly flipping through in hopes of finding some information to her identity and stumbled across the ID, it was tucked in the back, just a small white corner sticking out of a hidden pocket giving her any clue it was there. This girl looked exactly like her, yet she must have been just a little younger. "Elise Nicole Wong..." She said quietly, running her finger along the image before tucking the ID back into its original place, closing the wallet, and stuffing it back in her back pocket. "Now...That's covered, I need something that'll make what I am unobvious..." "Elise" began trying to contemplate how to hide her true identity, whatever it was, and hide the monster she had become. Running out of what little options roamed freely about in her head, she soon gave up, collapsing on the floor with her legs crossed, hands behind her as she stared down the empty white hallway. "This is never going to work…" she said, looking over to the corpse next to her. Deciding she was out of options, she figured it was probably time to just stay where she was, so that she would at least be safe, lucky for her attempts at blending in, it was about this time that the Red Queen released the nerve gas.

"Elise" opened her eyes, looking at the man in the sunglasses that eyed her curiously. "I see that our Tyrant has gotten out, hm?" For a second, she could have sworn that his eyes were blood red, but she couldn't truly tell behind the aviator glasses. "Who are you..?" She asked in a demanding tone. "That's none of your business, now is it?" He replied, his British accent enforcing the superiority he had over her. He was stern, and he wore an outfit of complete black. His boots were immaculately clean, he had on a tight black shirt that showed the sheer muscle mass he contained rippling underneath, and his black pants fit snugly, but still loose enough to be masculine. His slicked back blonde hair shined slightly in the artificial lighting as he looked down at her, and for a second she thought she could see a hint of human recognition. "..." She silently took in who he was; trying to figure out if he was someone that she knew or might have known before these events that were continuously startling her. Her memory burned trying to tell her, but her brain still couldn't figure it out. "Now, who are you?" Reaching for a name, she replied with the first one that her brain gave her, she was in a fog, she couldn't remember anything, how she had arrived in the hallway, how she had gotten the clothes she was wearing, nor where she even was in the first place. "...Krystal" She replied dully, her eyes darting back and forth as she pushed herself up to a sitting position. Her head stung with pain, raising one hand up to her temple, she felt a sticky, wet liquid grace her fingertips. "Krystal, Is it? Well, I'll be going now. Have fun." The man laughed coolly, standing up and starting to walk off. Before he left, he dropped a gun and a clip on the ground next to her. "I'm sure you might need that, if you plan on surviving that is. And I really must insist you survive." The man said, adjusting his glasses as he began to walk forward. In the blink of an eye he was gone, which was not something the brain had a capacity to understand yet. The man had disappeared, he had just left her there, and the realization quickly dawned upon her that she had been left in the middle of hell, without answers, without anything, and with only a 9mm pistol in her possession.

The man ran into the gun shop, looking around the dark store. "Dad?" His breathing was hard, for just about two minutes ago; he was running for his life from some unknown creature. Fishing around in his pocket, he found the Swiss army knife that had saved his life and gripped onto it tightly. If it had not been for that knife, the creature he had encountered most likely would have killed him. The store seemed deserted, and he continued on, in a quest to find his father. A large wooden door lay in front of him, upon which was a white sign with red letters that read "Ammo" along with various pictures of guns and soldiers. "He's probably locked himself in there." The man murmured to himself, grabbing the door handle and finding with alarm that it was unlocked. Upon his entrance into the ammo room, he figured it might be a good idea to look for anything that could help him kill the monstrosity that had almost taken his life. Much to his dismay, he found nothing, nothing at all...Except...There was a shotgun lying on the floor, and a few boxes of rounds scattered near it, along with something else, a body whose clutch lay upon the shotgun he had noticed previously. Taking a few steps forward, the man saw that it was in fact his father's body... The man ran up to the body and put his hand to it, gently shaking it in hopes that his father might still be alive. "Dad? Dad...wake up…" The man said, the body moved slightly, stirring under the sudden movement and releasing a wheezing breath. "You're okay!" The man announced in excitement and relief as the body rose up, before he could react in any other way, it stood up quickly and spun to face the man, dropping the shotgun it clutched before on the ground. "Dad?" The man bolted to a standing position, his eyes wide with terror as he saw the body in front of him and quickly realized that there was no way he should be alive. His father's face was torn up, ragged hunks of flesh dangling from where his cheek and throat once were, and his fingernails were elongated to claws. The monster lunged at him, raising its claws to slash and land its death strike, the need to feed overwhelming any logical thought process that his father might have once had. The man ducked under the slash, sprinting for the shotgun as he tried to reason with his father's corpse. "DAD! STOP!"

Nothing happened, had this been a movie, the creature might have stopped, mentioned his name even, and then they would have had a tearful reunion before his father's sudden demise. This wasn't the movies however, this was real life, and real life didn't have tearful reunions or families speaking one more time before someone disappeared from their lives permanently. The monster growled and went into a full rush towards him, its body hunched over as it reached him with an inhuman speed, pinning him to the ground with its full body weight then biting into the man's shoulder. With a yelp, the man pulled the trigger of the shotgun that he had clutched, feeling the kick in his arms and the zombie's body stilled, its few remaining organs plastering themselves on the ceiling and the walls. Staring at the gore that surrounded him and absorbing the shock of his father attacking him, he didn't even notice that a girl ran into the ammo room where he stood, shaking in terror. Her black hair was tied back and her black nail polish shone in the red glow of the alarm lights. She clutched a 9mm pistol which was aimed at the man and the zombie's body, traveling back and forth between the two figures. "...Another zombie…fuckin' hell." She muttered, setting her green eyes on him and narrowing them, adjusting her aim to point at the man's head. "I-I'm not a zombie." He stuttered, his voice coming out shaky and uneven, unrecognizable even to himself. "Oh great, a TALKING zombie." She retorted, widening her stance to shoulder width apart as she tightened her grip on the trigger. At this rate, the girl had dismissed seeing any human life, and she had yet to run into anything human thus far. These things had gotten smart, too smart, she thought as she reflected on the creatures she had encountered before him. She continued to aim her gun at the man's head and watched as the zombie's body was thrown off the man, who stood up to full height and looked at her in the eye, blood was splattered across his face and his shoulder had been wounded, his eyes looked lost, as if he couldn't find something he had hoped he would. "I'M NOT A ZOMBIE!" He yelled in rage, aiming the shotgun and expecting what happened next to be a contest of who could pull the trigger fastest. "Fine. What are you then?" She scowled, not moving her gun an inch. "What's it look like I am?" The male retorted, aiming the shotgun at her chest. "Well, you could be one of two things, the way I see it. It's either you're one of those smart ass zombies, or just a really fucked up human." "I pick the latter...Who are you anyway?" This caused a laugh from the girl, her eyes looking the male in front of her up and down, taking in what he was wearing and his poor stance as he clutched the shotgun. "Krystal...Just call me Krystal." She said, lowering her pistol slowly while still looking at him. "I would ask your name but I'm not sure whether to be prepared to shoot you or make a conversation." She said, nodding her head towards his shoulder, which he turned his attention to, cursing under his breath.

The man lowered his own gun and pointed at the dead zombie on the floor. "Actually, you seem to know a lot about this, what happened here?" "Humph, to be honest, that I can't tell you." Krystal said, crossing her arms over her black halter top, her gun still in her right hand, resting against her left forearm. "Oh really?" The man said doubtfully, seeing the girl's eyes roaming around the room to take in whatever she could find. "Really." She said before turning to walk off. "Wait!" "Hm?" Krystal said, spinning on a heel so she was turned around to face him. "My name's Tony." "Oh. That was all you called me for?" Krystal said, rolling her eyes and turning around again, taking another two steps towards the wooden door from which she had entered. "You know what happened, don't you?" "Yea-I mean, no. Not a fucking clue." Krystal said, lowering her eyes while her back was to him. She bit her lip and decided it was best not to say anything, trying to hide the facts of the outbreak; she shut her mouth and began to walk off.

Tyler grumbled under his breath in frustration, turning the key in the ignition and cursing to himself about the vehicle he was in, for some reason, it just would not start, the headlights were on, the dome light was on, and the console was well lit, but the ignition system would not click over. Suddenly, his eyes rose up as he noticed something move across the bright beam cast by the headlights, a black figure against the red brick wall in front of him. Anxiousness choked him as he tried to think of what it could possibly be. "Come on...What the hell?" Tyler mumbled, listening to the engine protest and refuse to turn over, then giving up and slamming a fist against the steering wheel, causing the horn to make a sharp noise and him to jump. It was after this occurred when he heard the noise, a soft tapping on the driver's window. Tap, tap tap, tap, tap tap...It continued. The sound was suddenly followed by a low mix of a clicking noise and a growl. Tap tap, click, growl. Feeling the hairs raise on the back of his neck, he tried to bring himself to stop having fear choke him, and decided it would be best to see what it was. Tyler lifted his head and slowly turned to look at the window, and what he saw made his skin crawl. A monster with a zombie body but some long, dragging arms covered in scratches, cuts and scars that ended with claws on them stood in front of the window. Its face was a skull with only the muscles on it, and an eyeball which seemed like it was out of place in the socket, almost as if someone had shoved it in as an afterthought. Its clicking growl echoed through Tyler's head once more before it raised an arm to attack, his scream halted in his throat as he hit the lock on the door in hopes that that might stop it...

Ending Note: Okay, I didn't get all the characters in but I did my best to get most of them started...Soooooo, Don't hurt me! And tell me if you want anything changed, I'm here to serve.

Krystal: I wrote it all by myself.

KD: No she didn't. This was made short because I'm a lazy white girl with too many things to do. Well, not really lazy…I'll get chapter 1 up soon, promise! ^.^