Memories
Time: Sometime The Next Day
Location: Raccoon City Bank, Northwest Side of Raccoon City
It's been six months since the Hive.
I got out but Matt didn't.
I know they're still holding him. Experimenting...testing him....
I've never given up-Never stopped looking....
And that was why she was stuck in the Raccoon City Bank with two dozen or so zombies trying to pound, claw, and eat their way through the glass doors to her. She had been looking for another facility when she'd come upon a mass of zombies devouring...something. She'd tried to sneak away but tripped stupidly and caused a diversion.
Her head spun around as the glass door broke and the zombie fumbled around for the lock. She watched as it got closer and closer, thinking
'Zombies can't unlock doors. They don't remember how.'
The zombie grasped the lock and turned it.
'Apparently they do. So it's either fly or die. What to do?'
The doors flew open.
'Fly.' she thought, running to the building's staircase and jamming the door shut with a chair. She ran up the stairs, cutting her hand in the process, and dragged her hand up the banister. She got to the top floor and was about to go outside when she stopped and put her hand on the doorknob, pushing the door open. She turned and shot at the glass window one landing down and it shattered, remaining in the frame.
"God damned reinforced glass!" she said to herself, kicking the glass out of the window. "Time to test the bio-powers." she said, bracing herself and climbing onto the windowsill. She was careful not to get her blood outside of the window-it didn't matter if she got it on the glass or the inside. The zombies would just follow the trail of blood, thinking that she'd gone onto the roof, and would then go into hunting mode until all of them either fell off the roof or returned to lick the blood off the banister. She heard the door collapse three floors below and turned. She turned back to the street and dove out of the window, somersaulting as she fell and landing so hard she was brought to one knee.
'Nothing broken? Good-time to go.' she thought, straightening up and walking quickly away from the bank. She checked her firearms as she walked. Her pistols were fine-each had at least ten bullets and she had about three extra mags- and her shotgun was fully loaded. But no extra bullets.
'Damn. I need more ammo.' she thought as she rummaged through her clothes, looking for shotgun bullets. No such luck-wait-wait a minute-there was something in that pocket. She pulled out a lighter.
'I better keep that-might come in handy later, believe it or not. I know I'll need it.' she thought, tucking the lighter back into it's pocket. 'Now-to find ammo.' she thought, turning down the next side street. Alice had learned long ago that you should never go down alleyways, dark or not, because, alone or not, you were gonna face a hoard of zombies. They lived in the alleyways, where the rot and the stench was the strongest. She remembered seeing a map in the bank, and seeing three or four firearms shops nearby. So she kept walking and she came across the first of them. She opened the door and walked inside, looking around. This one had been pretty much pillaged beyond use. She shuffled around in the ammunition containers and found three or four shotgun rounds but nothing else significant. So she took the rounds and left the store, leaving the door wide open and making for the next shop. She reached that shop undetected as well and found this shop little better than the last. She found another lighter, a rotting turkey sandwich and two rounds. She found an MP5 but couldn't use it because for one, it was too bulky to be lugging around, and two, it was broken. Someone had jammed the gun somehow and probably brought it to be repaired. She noticed a door in the back wall and walked over to it, pushing it open. Tears came to her eyes at the sight she beheld in the small room.
A small boy, about five or six,-zombied, from his skin color-had a bullet hole in his forehead and the man who'd shot him had shot himself in the head. Alice walked into the room and looked down onto the table. The man had managed to scribble a short message before he'd shot himself. Alice read it, but it made no sense to her whatever.
Child's Play - Kill the dead and speak
Coming is the time of piece
X C71 719 LM86
HTURT ERISEDUOY FI
"Odd." she said to herself, flipping the scrap over, looking for anything else. There was nothing else-just that. She stuffed the paper into a pocket unconsciously and left the room, closing the door. She left the shop and began towards the next shop. As she approached the shop she ran into a few zombies but took them out easily, snapping their necks and running as they bubbled in death. She reached the next shop and pushed the door open, walking in without care. No one was alive-she was all alone in this cursed city. She walked over to the ammunition bins and began to rummage when she felt a gun barrel between her shoulders.
"D-Don't move or I'll fucking shoot you." said a voice. "Stand up straight and turn around slowly. My gun is trained on your head-any false moves and I blow your head to bits, got it?"
"Got it." Alice said, putting her hands up. The gun wasn't trained on her head-she could feel it. It was trained on her midsection and as she turned she tensed to spring. She grabbed the gun from the woman's hand, knocked her feet out from under her and pinned her to the floor, gun at her temple, before she could do anything but be surprised.
"Don't mess with me, lady. I don't care if you're scared or not-I'm pretty much your only hope of getting out of here alive so if you kill me, you're meat." Alice said angrily, standing. She kept the gun trained on the woman's forehead the whole time as she stood.
"I know how to kill them. I don't need your help." the woman said, pulling her hair back into it's low ponytail. Alice nearly dropped the gun when she saw the woman's face. The woman noticed Alice staring at her and glared.
"What?" she spat.
"Rain?" Alice asked, lowering the gun and staring into the deep, brown eyes of her long-dead comrade.
Time: Sometime The Next Day
Location: Raccoon City Bank, Northwest Side of Raccoon City
It's been six months since the Hive.
I got out but Matt didn't.
I know they're still holding him. Experimenting...testing him....
I've never given up-Never stopped looking....
And that was why she was stuck in the Raccoon City Bank with two dozen or so zombies trying to pound, claw, and eat their way through the glass doors to her. She had been looking for another facility when she'd come upon a mass of zombies devouring...something. She'd tried to sneak away but tripped stupidly and caused a diversion.
Her head spun around as the glass door broke and the zombie fumbled around for the lock. She watched as it got closer and closer, thinking
'Zombies can't unlock doors. They don't remember how.'
The zombie grasped the lock and turned it.
'Apparently they do. So it's either fly or die. What to do?'
The doors flew open.
'Fly.' she thought, running to the building's staircase and jamming the door shut with a chair. She ran up the stairs, cutting her hand in the process, and dragged her hand up the banister. She got to the top floor and was about to go outside when she stopped and put her hand on the doorknob, pushing the door open. She turned and shot at the glass window one landing down and it shattered, remaining in the frame.
"God damned reinforced glass!" she said to herself, kicking the glass out of the window. "Time to test the bio-powers." she said, bracing herself and climbing onto the windowsill. She was careful not to get her blood outside of the window-it didn't matter if she got it on the glass or the inside. The zombies would just follow the trail of blood, thinking that she'd gone onto the roof, and would then go into hunting mode until all of them either fell off the roof or returned to lick the blood off the banister. She heard the door collapse three floors below and turned. She turned back to the street and dove out of the window, somersaulting as she fell and landing so hard she was brought to one knee.
'Nothing broken? Good-time to go.' she thought, straightening up and walking quickly away from the bank. She checked her firearms as she walked. Her pistols were fine-each had at least ten bullets and she had about three extra mags- and her shotgun was fully loaded. But no extra bullets.
'Damn. I need more ammo.' she thought as she rummaged through her clothes, looking for shotgun bullets. No such luck-wait-wait a minute-there was something in that pocket. She pulled out a lighter.
'I better keep that-might come in handy later, believe it or not. I know I'll need it.' she thought, tucking the lighter back into it's pocket. 'Now-to find ammo.' she thought, turning down the next side street. Alice had learned long ago that you should never go down alleyways, dark or not, because, alone or not, you were gonna face a hoard of zombies. They lived in the alleyways, where the rot and the stench was the strongest. She remembered seeing a map in the bank, and seeing three or four firearms shops nearby. So she kept walking and she came across the first of them. She opened the door and walked inside, looking around. This one had been pretty much pillaged beyond use. She shuffled around in the ammunition containers and found three or four shotgun rounds but nothing else significant. So she took the rounds and left the store, leaving the door wide open and making for the next shop. She reached that shop undetected as well and found this shop little better than the last. She found another lighter, a rotting turkey sandwich and two rounds. She found an MP5 but couldn't use it because for one, it was too bulky to be lugging around, and two, it was broken. Someone had jammed the gun somehow and probably brought it to be repaired. She noticed a door in the back wall and walked over to it, pushing it open. Tears came to her eyes at the sight she beheld in the small room.
A small boy, about five or six,-zombied, from his skin color-had a bullet hole in his forehead and the man who'd shot him had shot himself in the head. Alice walked into the room and looked down onto the table. The man had managed to scribble a short message before he'd shot himself. Alice read it, but it made no sense to her whatever.
Child's Play - Kill the dead and speak
Coming is the time of piece
X C71 719 LM86
HTURT ERISEDUOY FI
"Odd." she said to herself, flipping the scrap over, looking for anything else. There was nothing else-just that. She stuffed the paper into a pocket unconsciously and left the room, closing the door. She left the shop and began towards the next shop. As she approached the shop she ran into a few zombies but took them out easily, snapping their necks and running as they bubbled in death. She reached the next shop and pushed the door open, walking in without care. No one was alive-she was all alone in this cursed city. She walked over to the ammunition bins and began to rummage when she felt a gun barrel between her shoulders.
"D-Don't move or I'll fucking shoot you." said a voice. "Stand up straight and turn around slowly. My gun is trained on your head-any false moves and I blow your head to bits, got it?"
"Got it." Alice said, putting her hands up. The gun wasn't trained on her head-she could feel it. It was trained on her midsection and as she turned she tensed to spring. She grabbed the gun from the woman's hand, knocked her feet out from under her and pinned her to the floor, gun at her temple, before she could do anything but be surprised.
"Don't mess with me, lady. I don't care if you're scared or not-I'm pretty much your only hope of getting out of here alive so if you kill me, you're meat." Alice said angrily, standing. She kept the gun trained on the woman's forehead the whole time as she stood.
"I know how to kill them. I don't need your help." the woman said, pulling her hair back into it's low ponytail. Alice nearly dropped the gun when she saw the woman's face. The woman noticed Alice staring at her and glared.
"What?" she spat.
"Rain?" Alice asked, lowering the gun and staring into the deep, brown eyes of her long-dead comrade.