Chapter 3: Village

Sherry and Horacio walked towards the largest house in the village. Sherry looked up towards the sky. She could see a gap in the clouds approach the moon. When the gap crossed, she saw the beautiful, full moon shine brightly. Sherry squinted, she couldn't quite be sure, but it looked like somebody on a bicycle just crossed the moon. Sherry shook her head and walked on. Horacio opened the door and gestured Sherry to enter first.

Sherry: "Thank you, sir." Sherry curtsied and walked through the doorway majestically, eyes closed, with a big smile on her face. When she walked through, she turned to the right and opened her eyes. Graahhuhhhhh. The zombie lunged towards her. Sherry screamed. Woff-woff-Shcluck! The zombie fell down with an axe in its face. Horacio ran, and retrieved his axe from the zombie's face.

Horacio: "Are you all right?"

Sherry: "Yes, I'm fine, just shaken."

Horacio: "No, not you. My axe." He wiped his axe off against the zombie's vest and caressed it, stroking it and whishpering sweet nothings to it. Sherry stormed to the back the house and shot the zombie back there. She stepped over it and broke open the cabinet. There was a first aid spray inside, which she quickly put within her backpack.

Sherry: "Check upstairs, there might be something up there." Horacio sighed and started upstairs. As he slowly walked up the stairs, Sherry heard Chris' shotgun and Leon's handgun going off. She ran for the nearest window.

Horacio: "GYAAAAAAH!!!" Clump. Crunch! Sherry quickly spun around, gun in hand and saw a zombie atop Horacio. The beast was chewing on his shoulder hungrily. Sherry lept upon the zombie's back and pistol-whipped its head until it didn't move anymore.

Sherry: "GUYS, get over here!" Everyone ran inside and saw Horacio's mangled body.

Leon: "Oh, God. I was beginning to like him."

Horacio: "Um, I'm still alive..."

Chris: "I can still hear his voice, so strong, yet so soft."

Horacio: "One of those Sprays should help me. Just give me one and I'll be better."

Claire: "If only we could have helped him."

Horacio: "Please? I am bleeding badly but I think can survive."

Leon: "Let's move on before he becomes a zombie."

Horacio: "I'm going to be zombie!?" Everyone walked past their poor, diseaced friend and left the house. Sherry couldn't shake the feeling that she had forgotten something. A light bulb appeared over her head, unlit. She stared at hit, and hit it. It turned on. She forgot to check upstairs! As she ran up the stairs she lept over Horacio, God rest his soul.

Horacio: "I'm not quite dead, yet."

Sherry: "Shut up, yes you are." She winked and continued upstairs. The others followed her into the house and questioned her.

Sherry: "I'll be right out, guys, go on and kill stuff. Clean out the village, or something." Chris put on a big smile and unslung his shotgun. Claire could barely keep up with him. Back to Sherry: Sherry ran upstairs and saw a dusty shotgun hanging on the wall. She reached for it...

Chris: "NO, DON'T TOUCH THAT!" He ran upstairs, breathless, and slapped her hand away. Sherry slapped Chris back, but on his face and scolded him.

Sherry: "Don't forget, stupid, Jill had to deal with the shotgun trap, not you."

Chris: "Oh, yeah. Watch out anyway." He left and went about shooting zombies again. Sherry sighed and picked up the shotgun. When she did, the two notches that held it up lifted simultaneously.

Sherry: "Shit..." She looked around and saw a small hole in the wall open. She dodged away and lifted her gun towards it. Inside the cabinet was a small box. Sherry lowered her pistol and walked to the hole. She opened the box and within there was a small ocarina.

Sherry: "Ooo, an ocarina! I love these things!" She picked up the small, blue ocarina and played a tune from a game she used to play. Suddenly, she was surrounded by blue light and was prompted via a small menu whether she wanted to return to the first day or not. She poked the "no" button and everything disappeared. She through the ocarina out the window and heard a satisfying crash. She also heard a satisfying OW from Leon. On the stained, bloody bed, sat a small box of shotgun shells, which she gratefully put into her pack.

Claire: "Come on down, honey, we're leaving the village!" Sherry looked out the window and saw them gathered outside and also saw Leon muching on a small green herb. When Sherry got down, they moved on towards the exit to the city, but it was locked. They saw a sidepath and took it.

Sherry: "What ARE those little herbs, anyway. They look like... y'know, Mary Jane."

Leon: "Y'know, I never really thought about that, I just guessed when I saw one, 'Hey, looks good, I'll eat it. Something might happen' and I've been chewing them since. Of course, they make your teeth look like you just drank green paint." He shrugged and continued to chew his little piece."

Chris: "Hey, Leon, make sure to MASTICATE that herb, well!" He tittered like a school girl while Leon looked completely clueless.

Chris: "Get it? You...don't get...it... Well, it's like masticate sounds like...yeah, that...word." Chris looked about as red as a cherry.

Sherry: "Masturbate?" Leon shivered.

Claire: "I almost forgot that he was so sensitive to words like MASTURBATE and SEX!" Leon stooped over covering his ears.

Leon: "LA LA LA, I CAN'T HEAR YOU, LA LA LA." He started walking faster than the rest of them. Claire jogged to catch up to him.

Claire: "Leon, take your hands off of your ears, I'm sorry."

Leon: "Ok, just don't do it again." He looked a little distressed but at the same time, like he was trying to hold back laughter.

Chris: "I can smell a farm up ahead. I can also smell...oh, GODDAMNIT!!" Leon started laughing hysterically. Claire turned a new shade of green, not known to the crayola-tempered world and smacked Leon hard enough to fly over the door to the farm.

Sherry: "Nice shot."

Claire: "Thanks. Let's try to find some villagers-let me rephrase that, LIVING villagers who can tell us what's happening around here."

(Distantly) Horacio: "Can somebody help me? I not dead!" A zombie slumped up the stairs. It paused when it saw Horacio, bleeding. It contemplated with its rotten brain for a moment or two, then shrugged and shuffled along, passing Horacio without a second glance.