After some time of nothing but writers block, I finally broke through and finished this one. I was satisfied with it, though it did drag in some parts, it went pretty smooth. So enjoy and if you are ready, please tell me how im doin!
Chapter 4: Mile 2 - A Vision of Terror
Drake busted out from the alley, guns drawn, showing no remorse, no sympathy. He picked of several of the zombies close by with well placed shots from his Beretta's. Each bullet, each piece of hot lead, screamed through the sky in the chaos.
Veronica was close behind, her Ruger lifted high, aiming for the head of the monsters. She proved to be a superb shot as well, taking out 5 or 6 zombies with ease. The courtyard soon became littered with bodies. The smell was bad before they started shooting, but now it was horrid. The smell was the least of their worries.
"Cover me." Drake shouted behind him. He got down to one knee and dug into one of the pockets of the vest, pulling out a two spare clips of ammo. He quickly loaded them into the Beretta's and got back to his feet. The zombies still heavily outnumbered them. It seemed as if with everyone felled, one more would take its place. Drake could have cared less, if it was 10, 100, or 1000, it didn't matter.
"Drake, we gotta get out of here." Veronica said as she planted her back against Drakes.
Drake continued to fire with both Beretta's, looking for a way out. The courtyard was huge, all he saw on the horizon was more trees and grass. He took a deep breath, still picking off Zombie after Zombie. "I think we gotta make a run for it." Drake said to veronica as he holstered the two Beretta's, and pulling the shotgun off his back. "We gotta get back over to the alley, grab the duffles, and bust ass through the alleys." Drake cocked the gun and blasted a zombie that got a little too close for comfort, Veronica kept firing her Ruger, occasionally stopping to reloading. "Maybe then we can find some sort of vehicle, make this shit a little easier." Drake continued as he blasted another zombie, sending his face splattering in multiple directions. "Just follow me", Drake said as he kept the shotgun held high.
"Whenever you're ready." Veronica said as she kept her head on swivel looking at the manic creatures advancing on them.
"Lets Go!." Drake shouted as he began running back to the alley, leaping over the dismembered corpses. Veronica quickly stepped and followed, running as fast as she could. Drake quickly reached the alley way and skidded to a stop, grabbing one of the duffles in his free hand. He turned to see Veronica running, full steam towards him. She leapt over the top of a zombie when all of a sudden the zombie reached up and grabbed her by the ankle, slamming her into the ground.
"Veronica!" Drake shouted as he quickly ran back out into the maelstrom of the courtyard.
"Get this fucking thing off me!" Veronica fumbled her Ruger, dropping it, leaving her with out a weapon.
Drake pulled the shotgun off his back, mid stride. He quickly reached Veronica. "Get the fuck off her!" Drake shouted as he cocked back the pump action gun. The creature looked up and snarled as Drake pulled the trigger, sending brain matter and bone across the yard. Veronica shoved the remnants of the creature off her, quickly getting to her feet and picking up her Ruger.
"You alright?" Drake said with a look of concern on his face.
"Yeah im fine." Veronica said, checking her legs for any cuts or scratches, she couldn't find any. Drake continued to fire on the group of undead, but nothing seemed to stem the tide.
Drake glanced behind him, towards the alley way. "On my count, we run for the alley."
Veronica nodded as she took a deep breath, firing at two more grotesque monsters.
"1...2...3!" Drake shouted as both of them turned and ran for the opening. Drake reached the alley first, grabbing his duffle on the run. Veronica was close behind. She grabbed her duffle bag as well. They both ran down the concrete corridor, turning left after about 50 feet. They alley had its share of zombies in it as well, but they were slow, deformed, and relatively stupid.
"We will run around them, they're slow." Drake said, looking straight ahead. They dodged past the morbid men with ease. Up ahead they could see a split in the alley, leading left or right.
"Left!" Drake shouted. They ran about another 100 feet before reaching the split, taking the left path. They ran down the path, before reaching the exit. They were still in the courtyard, but at the opposite end.
"They stopped following us." Veronica said as she doubled over, catching her breath.
Drake leaned against the wall, taking deep breaths, as he surveyed the area. "No Zombies." He muttered. He could see the exit to the courtyard. "Come on." Drake said quietly, as Veronica stood up and wiped the sweat from her forehead. They reached the exit, a concrete barrier with a gate. They scrambled to the barrier and ducked down behind it, hoping to avoid being seen by anything out there.
"Shhhh" veronica said as she looked over the dividing wall. She saw nothing. Everything, with the exception of a few burning fires was still. Silent. Drake just finished up pulling out and loading the semi automatic MP5 out of his duffle bag, when Veronica motioned for him. He stood up and looked down the empty streets of Raccoon, to see the same thing she saw.
Nothing.
Drake get ready to hop over the small brick wall, before he stopped.
"What is it?" Veronica said quietly.
"Did you hear that?" Drake said as he looked down the empty street
"No" Veronica said as she looked down the street as well.
Drake heard it. It sounded like heavy footsteps. Really heavy footsteps. Metal crunching and scraping against each other. Drakes breathing increased. He swallowed heavy. Sweat beaded up on his body.
"Drake, what is it?" Veronica said with a concerned look on her face.
"Get Down!" Drake said quietly yet forcefully, as he grabbed Veronica's shoulder and forced her to the ground. He quickly got behind the wall as well.
"What the hell dr...:" Veronica said but was cut off.
Drake held his hand up to her mouth to keep her quiet. She struggled somewhat but Drake removed his hand and held his finger to his lips, informing her to keep quiet. Drake peered over the wall again, and watched as the sound that he had heard, took shape. A beast rounded the corner and slowly plodded out. What he saw he couldn't believe.This...Thing was enormous. Over 7 feet tall, very muscular, ugly as all hell. It wore a black trench coat, with multiple bandoleers of bullets wrapped around it. The bullets feed a portable chain gun, which it held at its waist.
It was a vision of hell.
Drake quickly ducked back down behind the wall, praying he hadn't been seen. He looked through a small hole in the wall and watched as the massive creature walked along the street. He could hear it mumbling. The creature suddenly stopped and began looking around. Drake held his breath as he watched the creatures every movement. Veronica's eyes widened as Drake motioned her over to the hole. She held her eye up to it. Her faced went pale. Almost Ghost like. She couldn't move, she was frozen with fear. The beast scanned the area before finally moving along, walking slowly down the street.
Drake gasped for air, as he watched the monster walk out of sight; "What the fuck was that thing?" Drake said as he leaned against the wall. Veronica said nothing. She was still pale. "Veronica?" Drake stared at her, but she didn't move. Drake reached out and grabbed Veronica by the shoulders and shook her, "Veronica!"
She was startled, her eyes widened as breath escaped her lungs. She gasped again but then replied, "What was that thing?"
"I don't Know, but we don't have time to think about that." Drake said as he came up to a knee. Veronica was shaking, fear still gripped her veins. She was a cop but she still was human.
She was scared.
Drake placed his hand on her shoulder. "You alright?"
Veronica looked up took a deep breath, "I'll be fine." She stood up and brushed the hair from her face. She pulled the ruger out of her holster and scanned the area. Drake stood up as well and hung the MP5 around his shoulder. He still had his Beretta's holstered. They both hopped over the concrete wall and walked into the street, keeping an eye out for any movement. But all was quiet. They moved to the street that the beast come out of, it was the only option. They rounded the corner and looked down the way.
Once again, Nothing.
Shops ran down this street. Clothing, Grocery stores, Tech stores, whatever anybody needed it was probably in this street. They slowly walked down the side walk, keeping an eye out for any movement in the buildings. Drake looked up at one of the signs and paused. "Lets go in here."
It was a small grocery store. Veronica looked at him and nodded. The door was unlocked, hell the door was only hanging by a hinge. They pushed it aside. The building was dark, and it was a mess. Veronica pulled a small flashlight from her vest and scanned the area, looking for anything moving. But nothing caught her eye. Drake walked around to the coolers, grabbing a bunch of water bottles and throwing them into his bag. Veronica walked down the snack food isle, grabbing some chips and pretzels and putting them into her back, as well as a bag of her favorite candy, Skittles.
Drake walked over to her, "You ready to go?"
"Can we take a small break, like 10 minutes?" Veronica said.
Drake held up his wrist to check his watch.
9:30pm.
Drake was surprised that they had covered almost two miles in under just under an hour. All that running from zombies, really gets the adrenaline going. "Yeah, we got like 10 minutes." Drake said. Veronica sat on the floor and leaned herself against the shelf, Drake did the same as he grabbed two bottles of water from his bag. He handed one to veronica, who smiled and nodded in appreciation. Drake took a deep breath as he cracked open the water bottle, taking a few quick sips from it. He remained quiet, thinking about what to do next.
Veronica exhaled heavily, breaking the awkward silence. "What brought you to Raccoon City?" Veronica said as she opened up a bag of pretzels.
Drake snickered, "Long story, really long story."
"We got time." Veronica said, in a calm, soothing voice.
Drake looked back at her and smiled, "Alright."
Drake took a big gulp of water. He stammered for a moment to get his words out nut soon regained his thought. "I lived my entire life in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Basically living in the ghetto, but it didn't bother me. It was me, My mom, my younger sister, and my father." Drake took another sip of water, before continuing.
"My father was an abusive drunk. He beat my mom, it seemed like everyday. Every night, when I
tried to sleep, I couldn't, cause all I heard was the struggle. The shouts. The screams. They haunted me for along time, but me mom always assured me everything would work itself out. I tried desperately to believe her. But one day it all changed."
Drake brushed his hand through his hair and hunched forward slightly. "One night, I was 17 at the time, He came home after a night of heavy drinking, and he ...he..." Drake paused and leaned back against the shelves. "He went after my little sister." Drake paused, Veronica stopped munching on her pretzels.
"I heard the commotion," Drake continued. "I knew it want coming from my parents bedroom so I decided to find out what was wrong. I slowly opened the door and saw him on top of her, trying to force her."
"How old was she?" Veronica said as she took a drink from her water.
"14," Drake said. "I ran to him and shoved him off, I grabbed my sister and pulled her off the bed. He stumbled to get to his feet and couldn't hold his balance. I quickly ran out of there and into my parents bedroom. I awoke my mom, told her what happened and said We have to get out of here. Tears began to pour from her eyes, as she nodded in acceptance. We ran out of the room and into the hall, but he was there. He mumbled No one is leaving. He was swaying side to side, there was no way around him. So I had to go through him. I charged and tackled him to the ground and held him there. My mom and sister ran past, but he grabbed my moms ankle and she fell to the ground." Drake scratches his head and yawns before continuing.
"So I punched him in the mouth, broke about 3 of his teeth. My mom and sis got away and I dove over him and got out the door, grabbing the car keys along the way. We hopped in the car and sped off. He came stumbling out of the house, bleeding. He shouted at us as we left, claiming we would never get away, never." Drake hung his head slightly and took a deep breath.
"And then what?" Veronica looked on with concerned eyes.
"Well then me, my mom, and my sister moved to..." Drake stopped, A loud banging could be heard coming from inside the store.
Veronica was startled, "What the hell is that?" She said as she stood up and drew her gun. Drake did the same. They looked over the shelves to see a blocked off closet door at the other end of the room. The source of the banging.
Drake looked over at Veronica and put his hand on her shoulder. She took a big gulp as both slowly moved forward, guns drawn. They reached the door and took positions on either side. Drake gripped the obstruction in front of the door, and nodded to veronica. She nodded back as she grabbed hold of the blockage as well.
"1..2.." Drake said as both tightened their grips.
"3!" Drake shouted as they threw the blockage away. The door flew open. Someone fell out, But it want a zombie.
Whoever it was, was Human. Alive and Well.