1Disclaimer: Don't own shit, (Well except for Kevin)
Dead Rising Continued
The group of survivors stared at their new adversaries, the convicts. Otis had only heard stories about them from Frank and Sophie.
"Whatcha say we do with them, Sammy?" asked Miguel.
Sam smiled and replied, "I think we can have a little fun boys!"
Reginald and Miguel both cheered and laughed evilly.
"This is not good," whispered Burt to Paul.
Kindell, being the man of action he is, drew his shotgun and aimed it at the three convicts, "I didn't get this far to be stopped by these clowns."
Simone curiously asked, "Where'd ya get a shotgun from?"
"Those stupid military idiots put any food and weapons we had in the chopper, now I figure is the best time to use them, whose with me?" Kindell asked the others.
Some of the other survivors rallied to his cause with an uproar. They ran back to the downed helicopter and withdrew what weapons they could. Most of the women stepped to the side as the men came forward, nearly every type of weapon imaginable within their grasps. As they approached the Humvee, ready to strike; Otis intervened and stepped between the two groups.
"Now you stop it! Fightin's not gonna get us anywhere," Otis conveyed.
Kindell, annoyedly yelled, "Get the hell out of the way, old man! We're gonna do what has to be done!"
Otis simply said, "I think we've all had enough of your bullshit for one day Kindell." Otis then continued speaking to the others, "Don't ya all see that all this fighting will only make us all end up as zombie-chow? If we want to live, I propose that we put aside our differences, let bygones be bygones and all that." Otis looked over at a snide-looking Kindell and added, "You too, Kindell."
"And exactly what do you think we do, oh glorious leader?" asked Kindell sarcastically. "We won't last two hours out here in zombieville, we've don't have enough food, and if you haven't noticed, WE HAVE NO WAY OUT OF HERE!" Kindell yelled at the top of his lungs.
Otis sighed before telling them, "Now look here. I don't know what we're gonna do. I'm not as young as I once was, and I ain't exactly cut out for the whole, 'leader' bit."
Saying this, he looked at the other survivors faces, suddenly becoming downtrodden with fear and sorrow. He then looked over in the sidelines at Paul and continued, "But I think good old Paul over there would be a better leader than me."
The other survivors suddenly looked at Paul as he shocking yelled, "Wh-what?! M-me?"
Otis grabbed Paul's arm and drug him out in the middle of everyone. As he walked away his only words of encouragement were, "Go get 'em kid."
Otis walked back over next to Simone who curiously whispered, "Why'd you make Paul the leader?"
"Got to boost his self-confidence somehow, ma'am," Otis smilingly answered.
Nervous with embarrassment, Paul told the others, "O-okay, h-here's what we gotta do-."
"Oh please, this kid can't come up with a decent plan to save his life," Kindell cut in.
Some of the survivors heartily agreed with Kindell and showed their distrust in Paul as leader.
"You're no Frank!" yelled Rich.
Heather likewise said, "Yeah, you're no leader."
"We should elect someone sane as our leader!" yelled Debbie, still afraid of Paul after his attack on her and Mindy.
Michelle piped in, "I nominate Kindell."
"Me too!" yelled Wayne.
"As long as he gives me food, I'll vote for him!" Ronald yelled; his ravenous hunger coming back from the depths of his stomach.
Paul was getting annoyed at all the people not believing in him and simply screamed over the top of everyone, "Quiet! Now I m-may have not wanted this position, but damn it, if I have to, then I have to. Otis is right, we all have to work together with these three,-."
Kindell opening his mouth, but Paul walked up to his face and ended, "Even if we don't want to."
Paul then approached the impatient convicts, who were bored from all the talking.
"E-excuse me, gentlemen, b-but would you m-mind helping us out?" Paul asked.
Sam replied with another question, "And just why the hell would we help you? What's in it for us?"
Paul could only say "Um," and stood dumbfounded to his next move. Otis then approached, ready to take the reigns of leadership for a few seconds.
"If you help us out of here, think of what awaits you on the other side," Otis interjected, "You three'll be free men, be able to start over, live life anew, build a family if ya wanna. Now whaddya say?
Although Sam stood indifferent, Reginald and Miguel could see new lives waiting for them outside of Willamette.
"Well, I don't know," Sam began.
Miguel butted in, "Oh come on Sammy! Just think of it, we'll be free! No more guards, cells," he then shuddered before finishing, "showers man."
"Yeah, dawg, I could even get in touch with ma family again," Reginald heartedly replied, " I haven't seen or talked to ma sister in eight years."
"Oh Reg, you too?" Sam asked, "You too in with the bullshit?"
Hearing that, Reginald and Miguel glared at their partner who finally gave in, "Alright, we'll help them out. Whaddya need kid?"
"W-we need a place to stay for the r-rest o-of the n-night," Paul said with newfound confidence, "We'll n-need food and supplies."
"Yo we'll take ya to our hideout," Reginald said. "We got plenty a shit in there to keep ya all comfy."
David yelled out, "What about leaving the city? Some of us are in no condition to do big traveling on foot."
"Let's save that for tomorrow, let's just focus on stayin' alive for right now, alright people?" Otis stepped in.
With Otis's help, most of the survivors now walked over to Paul to join him at his side. Soon, all that sided with Kindell were Ronald, Sophie, Yuu, and Shinji.
Otis saw that the two Japanese tourists were still on Kindell's side, "Oh that's right. Um no one happens to speak Japanese do they?"
"Um, I do," Came the voice of Aaron Swoop.
"You do?" his friend Burt asked. "Aaron I never knew that you could speak Japanese!"
"Yeah, took three years of it in high school." Aaron replied.
Otis smiled and asked him, "You think you can explain things to our two Jap friends over there?"
"Sure thing," Aaron answered. He swiftly went over to Kindell's side, and told Yuu and Shinji of the ordeal. After hearing, they quickly ran over to Paul's side.
"Whatever," Kindell said, "At least not everyone is a total sellout."
Helping their side out, Simone called, "Oh Ronald! If you come with us, you'll get food."
"Food?!" Ronald screamed. With that, he rushed over to the other side as well.
Kindell growled in defeat as he finally said, "Fine, I'll join your stupid cause. I still don't think you're a good leader." He trudged over to the other side leaving only Sophie on the other side.
"Come on Sophie," Simone pleaded, "You'll be safer with us."
"No I won't! Those are the monsters that killed my poor Sid!" sobbed Sophie.
Otis thought, 'Oh yeah, I'd forgotten that whole story.' He then said, "Come on Soph, it won't be that bad, you don't even have to get near them if you don't want!"
After Otis said that, Sophie finally slunk over to the other side, drying her tears.
"Ok now what are we gonna do?" asked Ray.
"If you could take some of us with your jeep to your hideout, gentlemen, th-that'd be appreciated," Paul suggested.
Sam sighed and answered, "Alright, but we're gonna have ta make several trips."
And so the slow and mind-numbing transportation of the survivors began. While the convicts drove a small group of survivors away, the rest salvaged anything they could out of the helicopter and prepped it to take with them. Finally, after about a half an hour of transporting people, the last group of survivors was driven into the convicts hideout.
"Where are we?" asked Simone.
Otis answered, "One of the mall's garages. We usually have supply trucks park in here to unload."
"Yeah, this place really is very sturdy when we put the garage door down," Miguel butted in.
"How are you guys even alive anyway? Frank said that he killed you guys," asked Otis curiously.
Reginald asked, "Who's this Frank guy?"
"Was he the guy with the camera around his neck?" asked Sam. "Cause after Miguel nearly whacked him, we saw him get that Sophie chick and then scram, that's the last we saw of him." (This is so true, you don't even have to kill the convicts to complete a perfect run of Dead Rising. After the main cutscene with them, you don't have to pay any attention to them again if you don't want.)
After dropping people off and checking the area for zombies ("Every time we open the door, some of those bastards make it in here," Miguel told them) the survivors prepared for a good night's rest.
Paul sat on the hard concrete floor and stared at nothing in particular. Seeing he was alone, Simone sat next to him in an attempt to comfort him.
"I really liked how you took control of the situation so quickly," Simone quietly said.
Paul embarrassingly replied, "O-oh th-thanks." He then laid his right hand down on the floor. Simone unknowingly did the same with her left hand. When their hands met, they both gasped and recoiled their hands in embarrassment. Though it was dark, it was still apparent both were blushing very deeply. Slowly, Simone and Paul joined their hands together and stared at the garage door.
On another rooftop near the mall, a Special Forces man approached his two superiors and told him, "Sir it appears we've lost contact with Chopper 4487."
"What?" asked one.
The other one, smoking a cigar, calmly replied, "Oh calm down, I'm sure it was nothing. That was supposed to be the copter with agent McCarney on it right?"
"Affirmative sir," answered the SF man.
"See Kev, it's nothing, one less witness to shut up later," Brock Mason stated.
Kevin Fletcher sighed and told Brock, "I'm not entirely sure, you remember the Santa Cabeza incident don't you? You said the same thing then! And then we hear about not one but two living witnesses. I knew we should have just gone with my idea and blown the whole damn town to pieces. You know how much the government freaked when two bodies were not recovered, and how much they had to pay the old kook Barnaby not to talk."
"It's alright, Kev, we'll mop up this place the same way we mopped up Santa Cabeza."
Kevin glared at Brock and then said, "We won't be going alone this time, I have state-of-the-art weaponry at my disposal."
"Yes, you showed me the minihelicopters, but do you think we really need them? No machine is worth a good soldier." Brock replied.
Kevin smiled, "Oh not just the minicopters, Brock, but I have a special device for you. The XM3 Prototype Tank! It is an automated wonder with automatic fire, compete with minicopters and heat seeking missiles!"
"I don't think I'll use it," Brock simply said.
"Oh come now! I'm sure you'll find some use for it!"
Brock sighed and told him, "Fine. But let's go over the plan one more time so you've got it, technology boy. While a majority of the squads head inside the mall to deal with the undead there-."
"The rest will go with me to clear out the outside area, the parking lots and the garages," finished Kevin.
"Good, now report inside when you have cleared them out," Brock said, putting a gas mask over his face.
Kevin placed a pair of sunglasses on over his blue eyes and placed a helmet on over his head. "Understood," he replied. With that, the two leaders of the Special Forces got in a helicopter on their rooftop which headed for the Willamette mall, with other helicopters following suit.
To be continued
Note: I think I'll only make three or four more chapters depending on how I wanted to take this. I also wanted to add the scene at the end with Kevin and Brock to show the contrast between the two on technology in battle. I also based Kevin on the soldier in the cutscene showing the Special Forces looking around for any living zombies and where Brock takes off his gas mask. There is one soldier without a gas mask on, who I always assumed was a higher rank than the others, and thus, this man became Kevin Fletcher.
