Wow, it's been over five months since this was updated… Sorry about that! A lot has been going on, and we've both been on the busy side… And this isn't the only thing I work on that hasn't been updated in forever. Between busy co-writers and me not having ideas for half of my ongoing stories, I'm not totally sure what's going on anymore. Not to mention, my mind is off in La La Land pretty much 24/7 at this point.

Hm, anyway, I sort of have an idea for this chapter. Namely a conglomerate of things I jotted down a long time ago and kinda forgot what I was going to do with them. But I can piece them back together, I think. I should really go out and buy a copy of that movie already, so I can get some new ideas…Plus I'm a tiny bit fuzzy on details here and there…

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Chapter Seven: Hell Breaks Loose

All hell was going to break loose in less than an hour, and, of course, it just wouldn't be complete without Dr. Isaacs fucking everything up somehow.

He raised an eyebrow with a slightly quizzical glance at the ceiling, and went back to screwing around.

Are you ever going to leave, or are you going to waste time all day?

"What business is it of yours?" he asked, typing something on his laptop.

For one, I'm the Narrator – everything in your world is my business. And for two, I really like what's going to happen. It makes me laugh.

"Really? Well, why don't you go laugh it up somewhere far away from me?"

Oh, come on, Sam. I have a job to do – in this case, being annoying.

"What did you just call me?"

Sam. That is your name, isn't it?

"Perhaps so, but I don't recall giving you permission to use it."

Afraid it'll get worn out?

The look on his face was something of an indescribable blend of confusion and exasperation. "Are you going to bother me all day?" No reply. "Good maybe she left."

No, I got distracted for a second by a double-entendre about a six foot-three inch Johnson on 1 vs. 100.

"Damn it. Don't you have anything better to do?"

Yeah, but I have to make sure that you get off your ass and go out to Vegas already, like you're supposed to. What the hell are you stalling for?

"I'm not stalling. I'm preparing."

Suddenly his laptop became airborne, flying out the door and disappearing around the corner.

There, you're prepared. Go get your stupid self in the helicopter and leave before someone shows up and tries to stop you.

He glared at the ceiling. "Fine, officious hag."

Now arriving in Vegas…

Welcome to Las Vegas, ladies and gents – population zero. From moral hellhole to literal hellhole.

"It wasn't that bad, was it?" K-Mart questioned.

To each his own, I suppose. Personally, I'll stick to Paris, London, maybe Tokyo or Seoul…

"We get the picture," Claire murmured, already irritated by the many things going on that seemed to be against her. Hey, at least she's not in the same boat as Alice.

"What do you mean by that?"

Nothing.

"How surprising."

Moving on…

The convoy pulled to a stop and everyone collectively got out of the vehicles to look for supplies, completely unaware that something crazy was about to happen – though now some of them know, 'cause they just heard me say it.

"Could you be more specific?" Carlos asked, glancing around at their surroundings.

Eh… No. Maddi?

Maddi, who had come up alongside him, looked over and smiled. "No."

Carlos raised an eyebrow, and shrugged. "Oookay."

Hey, Chase. Chase. CHASE!

"What??" the cowboy-trucker said, coming out into the open and looking up at the sky.

You're supposed to be climbing up the Eiffel Tower replica to get a good vantage point. Do it already.

"I'm going, I'm going," he grumbled, storming off.

"I have a bad feeling about this," Alice said more to herself than anyone else.

With good reason.

"Don't talk to me – I'm still pissed at you for blowing up the nuclear power plant with me in it."

Don't get all bitchy. I was just setting a chain of events into action.

"Still."

Fine then, I won't help you.

"Why would I need your help?"

You will, sooner or later.

Just then, a helicopter carrying a steel box came along and dropped it in the sand. Some people went to get a better look, and sadly for them, the super zombies inside decided to break down the door and stampede out.

Everyone began running around screaming and acting like retards, because, as you all know, that always helps when there's killer monsters on the loose.

Maddi, being much calmer than the others, decided it was best to look out for Mikey – considering he gets into trouble right around now.

Chase, on the other hand, was trying to shoot super zombies from the Eiffel Tower, right when one he'd neglected to notice climbing up to him, hissed in his face. They got into a wrestling match, and he fell from his vantage point, right towards a sharp spike – of course, I'd already thought of that.

Instead of getting horribly impaled, he landed on a trampoline, bounced off, went flying through the air, and face-first into the top of his truck. At least the zombies couldn't climb up there.

Nearby…

Dr. Isaacs was loitering around, monitoring the situation with a sick sense of entertainment.

"At least I'm not a disembodied voice who harasses people," he retorted, and I chuckled, because just then a super zombie snuck up on him and bit into his arm. "Oh, fuck!"

Back at the underground lab…

Slater was walking through the halls, that is, until he heard me. He shifted nervously. "What do you want?"

Nothing really. Just to give you a pep talk before you fulfill your destiny.

"Great."

Come on, cheer up. At least you have my guarantee that you won't get killed if you're careful.

"I don't know if I really trust you."

Well, trust me on this – Dr. Isaacs is just about to arrive. You have your orders to kill him, so… you know… chop chop.

He sighed. "I'm not looking forward to this."

For those about to rock, we salute you.

"What?"

AC/DC.

A black t-shirt fell from the ceiling, and landed on his head. He pulled it off, and looked at it. It said "AC/DC" in silver rhinestones with the lightning bolt in red.

"What is this for?"

Luck.

"Uh-huh," he said, stuffing it in his pocket, as some guys who were sent to back him up walked over. "Let's go see the doctor."

In the lab…

Dr. Isaacs was injecting himself with doses of the anti-virus, hoping it would do something, though it wouldn't.

"Would you leave me alone? I'm not in the mood."

Then you'll hate this –

Slater and his buddies walked in. "What happened?" he asked, noticing the wound on Isaacs' arm.

"What does it look like?"

"Um, anyway," Slater said, changing the subject, "I'm here because you were told not to leave the premises, and you did so despite that. I've been ordered by Chancellor Wesker to terminate you."

"I don't think so. I'm a valuable member of this organization," the doctor answered arrogantly.

Slater, remembering what I had told him to say, pulled out the gun. "Oh, just die already! There, you happy?"

Perfect.

"Good," he sighed with relief, and then shot Dr. Isaacs to death. "Well, that's done."

Run, you idiot!

"Oh yeah… Oh yeah!" he shouted, scrambling out of the room right before Dr. Isaacs the monster grabbed someone's face with a tentacle.

How fun that must be.

"The fun's only begun," he growled.

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Eh, it was a little rushed, but that's because I didn't really feel much like typing, but I wanted to update something and I was supposed to update this a few weeks ago. I didn't 'cause I took the week before my birthday off from typing… And the one after that.

I decided to keep Chase alive, why I'm not sure – probably just to make fun of him some more. I realize I cut off early into the fight with the zombies, but I figured we'd get back to that in the next chapter. And LJ, I'm not sure what will happen to him… I sort of want to keep him alive. Ah well, that's for later.

That's it for this chapter – I think I'm going to go continue playing "Grand Theft Auto: Vice City Stories" for a while before I go to sleep. See you next time, and leave us a review and let us know what you think!