Dead Rising: Fortune's End
I do not own Dead Rising
Chapter 9: Still Running
At least fifteen mercenaries guarded the black van. They were placed on the wall of the Alantica Casino, drilling into the wall. A large drill was installed on the back of the van, in an attempt to find a faster and safer way into the vault.
The soldiers made sure that the zombies stood several feet away from them, to make sure they didn't interfere with drilling operations. That didn't work out, as the gunfire led more zombies to the area. The zombies had about a ten foot radius away from them.
Chuck investigated the men from a distance. They were the regular mercenaries, with the same weapons. They were attempting to keep the zombies away, but they were still advancing, like an endless army with a cause.
Chuck had to move and stop them. He wouldn't allow them to get the money from the casinos. Chuck reloaded his rifle, he would divide and conquer.
He planned on attacking from different positions. When the group split to catch him, he would run off and get into a new position. He ran off behind the 'Silver Strip' sign.
He grabbed one of the grenades that he got from one of the dead troops. Pulling out the pin, he readied his arm to throw. The soldiers hadn't noticed him yet, they were too busy dealing with the horde of zombies that were surrounding them.
Chuck let go of the safety latch and threw it at them. The grenade went off in a bright flash. Instantly, gore and blood was exploded onto the scene. Limbs flew, bodies fell and blood poured out. Shrapnel flew, hitting more zombies and causing injuries.
Only three of the troops died, the rest were zombies, however. Chuck looked around; it took the mercenaries seconds to reorient themselves before opening fire again. The zombies closed in faster, more drawn in from the explosion.
The zombies overran one of the soldiers, chomping down on him, as he screamed in terror. Another merc shot the zombie off, only to shoot his dead ally, for he wouldn't become a zombie as well.
Chuck immediately opened fire from his rifle, killing one of the soldiers. The remains must have not seen him, as they looked around, while still attempting to hold back the enemy. Chuck decided to move out, to try and get closer; he still had one grenade left.
Moving closer, getting closer to the large mass of zombies, Chuck moved quickly. He needed to get close to that van, in order to disable that drill.
Damn, TK, didn't he have enough damn money? Chuck knew TK wouldn't be giving it to any charity any time soon…greedy.
These poor bustards were running out of ammo, fast. The zombies were pouring after them, faster and faster. These guys would be overrun within some time. Chuck had to move in and stop the drill.
He was close to the black van…close enough for throwing range. Chuck's hand went for his grenade, ready to prepare it to throw. A smile spread across Chuck's face as he readied himself.
Chuck threw the grenade. It landed near the bottom right tire of the truck, it exploded. The truck turned over on its side. The drill was destroyed, as waves of zombies were blown back.
The zombies instantly rushed the men, killing them all. It was a mixture of cries and screams in the area from the soldiers. As they were all dead, the zombies began to scatter again.
"That was great, Chuck!" Came a voice
Chuck turned, it was Rebecca. "Rebecca, did you find anything out?"
"Well, TK's goons were robbing the city. How exciting! This'll make a great story…no…a documentary! I can hear it now, 'Rebecca Chang's: Fortune City Outbreak'!"
Chuck rolled his eyes, "Yeah, whatever."
"Oh, so Chuck. I have something that might interest you…"
"Really? What is it?"
"I have a meeting…with my source. The one who gave me that video of you…"
"What? Really? Where?"
Rebecca chuckled, "Yucatan Casino, Shoal Nightclub, twelve o' clock midnight, be there…or be square." Rebecca poked his nose and walked away
Chuck looked as Rebecca walked away. He had to go and get back to that safe house, he wanted to get to safety and rest for a bit before he had to do anything else.
Chuck entered the safe house. Entering the room with Stacey and Katey, he slumped down on a love seat. Katey was sleeping on the couch, Stacey smiled at Chuck. "Great show out there, Chuck."
"Thanks."
"I wonder what TK was up to."
"What do you think? He wanted more money. He's greedy. You'd think he has enough money from Terror is Reality."
"Well, you know what I heard? That Terror is Reality is dropping in ratings. Less ratings mean less money, less money means a smaller paycheck for TK."
"Makes me sick. People are dying out there, they need help, and he goes and takes advantage of that for his own personal wants. Disgusting."
Chuck walked to the mini-refrigerator. Opening it, he took out a Coke. He popped the tap and took a drink, he was dying of thirst. The soda refreshed him, made him hyper, only to lead him to a sugar crash later.
Chuck sat back down on the seat. "Rebecca found her source. The one who accused me…accused us."
"Good. I hope we find out what's going on. What do you think is going on?"
"I don't know. What I do know is that TK set us up, he has something planned. But I can't fathom that he would do all…this in order to get some more money. All for money…greed can make people do some terrible things…can't it?"
"It can. Like his horrible show. Who could do that to someone…just for money?"
Chuck knew that was a small attack on him, but she was right. "I just hope this source can tell us what we need to know. What we can do to stop all this."
"I just want to go home…" Stacey said
"Me too…what's your life like, Stacey?"
"My life?"
"Yeah, your home, life, significant other?"
"I live in Carson City, with my fiancée. We have a small apartment, but it's not unbearable. I was born and raised in California, by both of my parents. How about you?"
"Well…I move around a lot due to my job, but my main home is in California. My wife died in the Las Vegas outbreak, all I have left is my daughter."
"I'm sorry. But at least you're a good father to your daughter. A lot of the time, they take their anger out on their children."
"Yeah." Chuck said, he had no sympathy for anyone who hurt kids, they deserved the death penalty…all of them
Chuck finished off his coke and threw it in the trash basket. He stood there and watched the television; it was still on the news.
Same thing as always, politicians fighting, affairs, stupid celebrities, car crashes, traffic, stocks. Every few minutes they gave an update on the situation in Fortune City. Chuck kept hearing his name over and over, he was a crazy hippie terrorist that hates everyone who treats zombies terribly and caused the outbreak.
"Chuck, something's going on." Stacey announced
Chuck walked up to the screen, where something was going on. It was…a man in one of the bathrooms. He had a woman tied up and bound. He was pacing back and forth, "What's going on?"
"I don't know. It's some nut, you need to help her!"
"Yeah. Where is it?"
"The Americana Casino, men's restroom."
"Alright. I'll move out."
Chuck moved to the Americana. What was that weirdo doing? Was he going to rape her or something? Chuck didn't want to know, but he needed to get to them as soon as possible.
