Chapter 3:The Least of Your Worries
Mark and Taylor watched as the Emergency Door slowly slid down as people were trying to get the doors open. Some of them slid down the door in defeat, knowing that they were being ended by two of their own species. They were probably wondering how someone in their right mind could not feel any pain, any guilt, any remorse for such terrible actions such as this. In truth, Mark did. He felt so bad his face should've melted from all the guilt on it. His shoulders slumped.
"We need to leave," said Taylor, "It's not safe here."
Mark watched the door finally hit the ground. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said, "Okay, let's get out of here."
Racoon City is a big city. So big Godzilla could get lost. Or, at least, that was everyone that lived there's perspective. So many people are out and about. They are running and walking, biking and skating, or just driving. They don't know about what just happened at Umbrella Pharmaceutical Company Laboratories; About the helpless people dying in that very building. That is what Mark hated the most; The fact that people don't know about it. It's like you could right then and no one would even spare a glance. They would just walk all over your body. Granted, however, that that would be almost impossible because Mark is 5'11" and Taylor is 6'1". They are both pretty tall. Mark is blonde and Taylor is brown-haired. Taylor is very smart and knows a lot about tech. Mark is average intelligence and knows only so much about...anything.
"I pity you Mark," said Taylor
"Why?"
"You feel so much remorse for human death."
"Who says I do?" said Mark, trying to hide the truth. Taylor throws Mark a look that practically says, "Seriously?"
"Okay, so you don't?"
"Well, I hate almost everyone I've ever known. I deleted my parent's contacts. I just killed hundreds and no one even knows. I'm not even phased by that."
"For god sakes," Mark nearly yelled, "what is wrong with-"
A shadow engulfed the city. Everybody ran screaming. It was a bomb the size of the city. Mark and Taylor rushed through the stopped and abandoned cars, and the screaming and running people and ran into a building. They closed the door and pushed on it, bracing for the inevitable.
"Move and I will kill you," mumbled a voice in the dark.
"Shit," said Mark, realizing they were trespassing in someone's house.
"Mark, just shut up," whispered Taylor.
"What are you doing here?" said the voice.
"We're escaping from the bomb," said Mark
The man stepped out of the shadows.
"Yay! Victims!" shouted the man.
"What?" said Taylor, sternly.
"I'm just kidding, or am I?"
"Who the fuck are you?" said Mark
"My name is Chase."
He holds his hand out as if to shake hands. Mark and Taylor reluctantly shook Chase's hand.
"I'm Mark and he's Taylor."
Taylor looks alarmed.
"Why the fuck did you tell him my name?!"
"Shush it. What of this bo-"
The bomb explodes. It spreads itself out in a dome shape, getting humongous in it's entirety.
Mark is alarmed at the monster spreading before them. Taylor is completely unphased. Chase gets a smile on his face.
"Yay, the end of the world!" shouts Chase.
"Oh well," mumbled Taylor.
Another voice comes out of the dark.
"So, there seems to be a visitor," said the voice.
A man walks out of the dark. He is wearing glasses and has short, ginger hair. He has a serious expression. He is wearing a grey sweatshirt.
"My name is Blake, and yours?"
"Mine is Mark and his is…," Mark said as he was pointing to Taylor. Taylor gave him a serious look.
"Never mind."
"It's Taylor," said Chase.
"You bastard," said Taylor, sternly.
"We need to get out of here. We should find a new city. This bomb couldn't have spread to far through the U.S.," said Blake.
"Are you kidding me! Did you feel that blast?!" yelled Mark.
"These damn terrorists only attack one place at a time," said Blake.
They walked to the door and Mark grabbed the doorknob and stopped.
"Move, dammit!" said Chase, excitedly.
The sight outside was not going to be a happy one, and Mark knew it. Mark, however, opened the door and they walked outside.
