Escaping Alcatraz

Chapter 3

The First of the Plane Parts


Weasel

Weasel went to the showers. He unlocked the gate and pushed the power button on the washing machine. It didn't start. "Shit." He said. He looked behind him. It needed to be powered first. He saw another red box on the other side of the room. He went to it. "Please, please don't hurt." He pulled it. In an instant he felt himself burning as electricity shocked his body. He fell down. Instantly he lost all feeling and the whole world was tinted blue. He could see his body lying on the ground, motionless even though he was moving. He looked at his hands, translucent and tingling with electricity. "So this is afterlife?" He thought to himself. He went to the washing machine. When he moved he felt weightless. He pointed at the power gauge and electricity flew from his hands, powering the gauge. He went back to his body and as soon as he touched it, he was back to his old self. Samantha contacted him.

"I see you have discovered afterlife."

"Yeah, and it's freaking great! I felt weightless, like I could do anything!"

"Vell, appreciate it vhile you can because once you escape, no more afterlife. You vill have to rely on your teammates to save you from zhe zombies. Speaking of vhich…" Zombies started coming through the windows. Weasel shot some with his LSAT, but more zombies were surrounding him. He tried to shoot them, but it looked hopeless. That is until Sal took care of the zombies with a few grenades.

"Where the hell did you get grenades from?"

"I found some in my pockets. Finn and Billy have them too. You probably have some too.

"Oh, did I mention zhat you have grenades?"

"No!"

"What? You don't have any at all?" Sal said.

"No, I mean yes…yes, I have four."

"Are you okay, Weasel?"

"I'm fine. Let's just get the sheets." He went over to the now powered washing machine. He pressed the "open" button. Nothing happened. "Why isn't it working?"

"Maybe you should start it up?"

"Listen to him, Mr. Arlington." Samantha told him. Weasel skeptically pressed the "start cycle" button and the machine began washing the sheets. Suddenly, steam came out of a loose pipe and filled the room, accompanied by demonic laughter. Fire blocked the exits as zombies flooded into the room.

"Great! See what you made me do?" Weasel said to both Samantha and Sal.

"Well stop gawking and start throwing lead!" Sal replied. He shot into the hoard with his dual Five-Sevens. Weasel followed. They were pushed into a corner. When all hope seemed lost the steam cleared and zombies stopped coming in. They took the rest out. Sal got the sheets and they went back up. Finn and Billy were waiting for them.

"Why was there fucking fire blocking the entrance?" Billy said.

"Don't ask." Weasel said. "Anyway it doesn't matter now. We got the sheets. What did you two do?"

"We opened the cafeteria and infirmary." Finn said.

"Zhe second head is zhere!" Samantha said.

"Well, let's go. We might find something in the infirmary." Weasel said. They went up the stairs. Weasel opened another door but decided to explore later. They went into the next room, which was filled with bathtubs full of blood. Weasel threw up at the sight.

"Man up, Weasel! Do you realize how much of this stuff I see every day?" Billy said.

"I'm…not…the serial killer…here." He saw something on the floor. It was bright green and filled with what looked like acid. He picked it up and examined it secretly.

"You vill need zhat. Trust me." Weasel listened to Samantha and but it one of the pockets in his jacket. They then proceeded to the next room. Billy leaned up against a wall and lit a cigarette. Weasel was looking for where the second head of Cerberus would appear. Giving up, he shot a zombie. Instantly it fell to the floor and the second head of Cerberus popped out of the wall Billy (who was swearing) was leaning on. It sucked up the zombie and ate it.

"What the fuck? A damn dog just appeared outta that wall! You guys see this too, right?" Sal said.

"Well, whatever it is, keep killing freaks. Something's bound to happen!" He popped the head off of another zombie, killing it. The dog ate it.


4 zombies later…

The dog was satisfied and disappeared. Weasel saw another part, locked inside a case. He opened it and got the part.

"Let's add the parts! The frame of the ship should be on the roof!" He said. He tried to get to the roof, but the door was locked and not even the warden's key could open it. Weasel groaned and went the red box on the wall. He pulled the switch and went into afterlife mode. He went to the roof and powered the gauge to open the door. He went down the stairs and saw a machine called "Deadshot Daiquiri." He powered it and proceeded into the room he opened up when coming up the stairs. Another machine called "Electric Cherry" was there along with the still-working gondola. He powered both and revived himself. "Let's add the parts." They went up to the roof and added the parts. Weasel's acted as a steering mechanism while Sal's acted as the wings (or they would, if they could find the rigging).

"Okay, two down, three to go. Let's get to the docks, there probably somethi-" Sal got cut off. He could he pounding coming from the infirmary. The four looked as something came up. "My God! Is that Ferguson?"


Sorry for taking so long to upload, guys. A mixture of homework, writer's block, and shortening the chapter because if I wrote until they got the retriever, then this chapter wouldn't be uploaded probably for another week prevented me from uploading this any earlier. Well, time to get started on the next chapter! See ya later!