I had seen the adjustments she had talked about. I saw no difference since I hadn't even been there before. I sat on some bed that I didn't even know existed in this place. Samantha for some reason decided to stick with me. Creep. Ow! What the hell? Why was my head starting to hurt? Dammit all! Could this day get any worse. I lay back moaning as the pain increased.
"Lance?" She asked watching me.
What the hell? Was there some toxic gas in the air down there or something? What the? Daimon? I... This...This happened?
I yawned stretching out on the couch. The horror movie that decided to play on TV was flashing on the screen. Zombies tearing at the flesh of the living. Wow. I was really sick of zombies. This happened in real life often enough. I yawned again then slowly but surely started to doze off... What was that? I shifted my position slightly. More tapping. It must be the TV. Guess I fell asleep during the movie. I opened my eyes. Yup. The TV was still on. Looked like the movie had been over for a while. I picked up the remote and switched off the TV. I lay back down too drowsy at the moment to pick myself up and go to bed. More tapping. I thought that I turned it off. Something was tapping the window. A branch? I sat up and looked over. That sudden burst of fear definitely woke me up. People with torn off bits of flesh clawed at the windows. What? What was going on? A dream. I was watching a zombie movie right? This had to be just a dream. You can't feel pain in a dream right? I pinched myself. Ow! That hurt... Was...Was this real. N-no. It couldn't be real. I stood. I ran to the bedroom. I went through a couple of drawers. Come on. Gun gun gun. Where is it? I found it and pulled it out. Whatever was going on it wasn't safe here in my own house anymore. Then as it to prove my point a window from downstairs shattered. Shit. I heard fast steps. Wait fast steps? Zombies moved slowly. What the hell else was down there? I stepped back like that would do me any good. The floor board creaked under my weight. I looked at it. That was where I hid my research for a cure for the S virus, the G virus, and a little for a few others. I aimed my gun at the door as the fast steps drew closer. The door opened and I almost dropped my gun. Daimon. He was alive? Damn. You really can't trust what the government tells you these days.
"You're still here." Daimon breathed relived.
"You're alive. They told me-" I started.
"Where is it?" Daimon inquired.
"What?" I asked.
"The research."
I gave him an odd look. How did he know? Well he was pretty high up.
"The virus cure research thing." He continued.
"You leave and I don't see you for years then you suddenly 'come back from the dead' and start interrogating me about my research?! You have some nerve."
I was really pissed.
"I was told to stay away from you. I had to keep those things away from you so you could finish the research. I was protecting you. Now just work with me here-"
I ducked down as glass from the window beside me shattered. A creature diving through it. This thing was from the lab! I stood and got away from the window as more of those lizard rat things came through the window and zombies flooded the stairs. The S virus had created these lizard things and... and Samantha. Daimon pulled out his gun and fired. When he did I noticed all of the fresh looking wounds he had. Shit what had he been doing? After a shocked moment of hesitation I did the same. Daimon swore. He looked to see what was below the window. Thick bushes. He grabbed my arm and pulled me out the window with him. He wasted no time in pulling us out and down the street. I soon resisted his constant pulling.
"Daimon-" I started.
"No time!" He interrupted and continued pulling.
I ran with him through the zombie infested streets.
"Where-" I started again.
"Later."
Damn. Was the whole city infected? I almost ran into Daimon when he stopped. We fired. I ended up getting backed into a corner. I swore as the zombies reached for me. I shot most of them down on the spot but due to the number weeeell. I was as good as dead. The corpses grabbed me. I was finished. No Dammit. They started pulling at me. No. I can't go back there. No. Never again. I can't I can't. I was miles from that lab so I wasn't that worried. That gave me plenty of time to escape. But getting dragged off to who knows where. That would be a pain. That and knowing Samantha she had another plan besides having a horde of zombies drag me there. Oh Samantha. I'm so sorry. It's all my fault your like this now. I looked to Daimon. No I wasn't going to ask for his assistance. I couldn't. My pride stood in the way like always. Come on! He's your fucking brother. Shit. My pride was going to kill me one of these days. Daimon took notice of my struggle and fired at the zombies gripping me. Once the group separating us was cleared slightly Daimon gripped my arm and pulled my down the only opening. A alley. A dead end, now literally. Daimon pulled me into a hug to my surprise. I could see the zombies closing in and I tried to pull away from him. So I could fight.
"I'm sorry... I have to now." He said sadly.
"What?" I questioned and I quit trying to pull away so I could hear him right.
"I'll come save you. I promise."
"Daimon?" I asked feeling uneasy now.
"You can't remember anything about today, the virus, her... Please forgive me."
"What are you-...Sleepy..."
"I'm sorry."
Everything went black.
Was this really my memory? Daimon... You... Ow! Dammit all to hell! I swear Daimon if I get out of here alive I personally will beat your ass for this fucking headache. What other memories are coming back? Ow ow ow! Why does it have to hurt so much?! ~~ I ran with Daimon firing at zombies and basically trying to find Lance quickly before she injected him. Then the next challenge was getting everyone of us out alive.
"Where did you find him before?" Daimon suddenly asked me.
"Um some weird room with a metal table."
Daimon turned around and went down another hall as he looked at his watch. I could see the little map of all of the halls and rooms in the mansion. I could have really used that before when I was running aimlessly through these halls yesterday. This had better be the right way. I wasn't sure how much longer Lance would last even if he was fighting now. I found it hard to keep up with Daimon. He was practically sprinting through the halls. It wasn't like I didn't care what happened to Lance I was just tired. Well that wasn't an excuse for not rushing to find him. That woman was insane. I really believed that now after that story Daimon told me. Lance just hang on. Daimon kicked open the door to the familiar room with the metal table. Those holes in the floor had been repaired somehow. No one was there besides more mutation things. If he wasn't here than where was he? Where did she take him? Were we too late? No we weren't. I wouldn't believe it until I saw it. We fired at the mutations that like usual took a lot of damage before they were defeated.
"Dammit Samantha! Where the hell did you take him?!" Daimon shouted.
He was starting to panic. I could tell. It was actually pretty easy to see. He exited the room and went down another hall. I followed as he sprinted down the next hall.
"Daimon." I gasped as we ran. "Don't panic. Panicking isn't going to help. We'll find him in time. So just calm down."
"Yeah... I know." He responded though he didn't seem to change anything about his attitude towards the situation.
He continued to sprint down the halls swearing whenever zombies or mutations blocked our path. There seemed to be no end to the zombies. Well encountering only a few zombies in these halls was better than being trapped in a house with all of the zombies flooding in like rushing water like before. That had been actually pretty scary. I fired my gun. Two zombies down. Click click. Dang it all.
"Here." Daimon said noticing my dilemma.
Daimon tossed me more ammo. I reloaded and continued shooting. Well it's a good thing Daimon showed up. If I ran out of ammo and he wasn't here. That would have been bad. With my luck I'd get cornered. We continued to run on. We were going to get there. We just had too or well he'd end up giving her that equation he was using to make all of those new viruses. Then we'd all be screwed.
(Speaking of dilemma's... Who is the older brother? Daimon Velsio or Lance Velsio?)
