Chapter 8
"Hey Mom? Sherry's parents said it's ok for her to stay at our place." Matt told her.
"Alright then Matt, do you need a ride?" she asked.
Matt was about to say yes, when he remembered that they weren't at Sherry's house.
"No Mom, Sherry's parents are going to drive us home." Matt lied.
Matt and Clara hung up and Matt stood up.
"Well, don't want to keep her waiting do we?" Matt asked, as Sherry got up as well.
"Huh, huh…Matt, are we there yet?" Sherry wheezed, while Matt easily continued jogging forward. He stopped when he saw that Sherry was once again out of breath.
"We're almost there. Just one block more." he encouraged her.
"I, I can't…anymore." Sherry panted, collapsing to his knees.
Matt tried to get Sherry up, but it became apparent to him that she just couldn't walk any farther. He decided that if they were going to make it to his house, he would have to carry her. He awkwardly lifted her up with both arms. It felt weird, holding her up. He felt her heart pounding quickly and saw that her cheeks were pinkish. He quickly looked away.
September 24, 1998 Matt's House, Raccoon City Suburbs
Matt and Sherry finally made it to his house. After politely greeting Matt's mother, Sherry said that she was tried and went to Matt's room to rest while Matt enjoyed some reheated dinner his mom had made for him.
"Where's Tina?" Clara asked her son.
Matt's chewing slowed, and he uncomfortably swallowed.
"Um, she was busy today." He mumbled through his food.
"Oh, I was just asking since you two always seem to hang out together. I mean, I've never seen you hang out with Sherry without Tina." she commented.
Matt couldn't find a good excuse. "Well, um…"
"Sweetie, are you in an argument?" she asked.
"No, of course not!" he cried, his voice getting higher.
"Matt, is there something going on? You know you can tell me." She told him.
Suddenly, a tap was heard at the front door, then another tap, and then another.
"I wonder who's calling at this hour." She wondered, as she started for the door.
Matt grabbed his mother's arm firmly, and pulled her away from the door.
"Sweetie, what's wrong? What's gotten into you?" she shouted, shaking out her arm from Matt's grip.
The tapping from outside was cracking the stained glass. Soon, the glass shattered, and the tapping man fell through the window and onto the floor.
"Oh my goodness!" Clara cried at the sight of the fallen man.
The man rose, his face a sickly pale, his jaw disfigured and his clothes torn.
"Mom, it's a monster!" Matt cried, took out his gun and shot the zombie in the face.
The bullet hit the zombie in the sweet spot and his head exploded into a gushing fountain of blood. The body collapsed to the floor, blood staining the carpet.
"Matt…how could you…gah!" Clara staggered back, supporting herself on the kitchen counter.
Matt slipped the gun into his back pocket and ran over to his Mom, but she quickly stopped him.
"How…why…he…hmp!" she fumbled before vomiting into the sink.
Matt waited until she was finished upchucking before speaking again. "Mom, that man was a zombie. He was going to kill both of us if I didn't do something.".
Clara turned around to face her son, how could he have done such a thing, and be so calm about it? She lifted herself off of the counter, I'm just over thinking it, she thought.
"Mom?" Matt asked.
Sherry and Matt helped her onto the living room couch. There, Sherry fetched a glass and started to fill it with water.
"Wait!" Matt whispered as she filled the glass with sink with water. "The mansion became infected in the first place because the water was contaminated. What if this is the same case?" he asked, grabbing the glass out of her hand and pouring out its contents.
"But then, wouldn't you and I already be infected? We had water during lunch, and after P.E. too." Sherry replied.
"Who knows, but we shouldn't take any risks." he pointed out.
"Well than what should I make? Your mom needs to drink something." Sherry told him.
"Do you know how to make coffee?" Matt asked.
"Yeah." Sherry replied, a little confused.
"Well then make a cup for everyone, because it's going to be a long night." Matt told her, sitting down on a living room chair, planning what to do next.
