Chapter 10

Tina made her way over to what she believed to be Matt's house. She couldn't tell anymore, she was just so exhausted. She hid in some nearby bushes, since there were still so many zombies around. Was there any end to them? She'd already been through dozens of them. The city had a population of about one hundred thousand people, how many had already become zombies? I saw that the house had been fortified against the zombies, but it was starting to fall apart. I better get in there quickly, Tina thought, and ran over to the back entrance.

Matt and Sherry pulled Clara out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, the zombies gathering at the windows and front door. There, they saw that there weren't as many zombies near the back door, and none seemed aware they were there.

"Alright, we sneak out the back door, and onto the street." Matt told them.

"But where will we go?" Sherry asked.

"WAIT!" It was Clara, who hadn't spoken a word since leaving her bedroom. She scurried from her place on the kitchen floor and into the living room.

Matt turned around and looked at his mother, "What are you doing Mom?" he impatiently asked.

Clara was hurrying around the living room, collecting scrapbooks, the pictures on the mantle, and some other knick-knacks and trinkets. "We need to at least take these." she told them.

Matt threw his arms up in the air, "Well, that's what we really need Mom, pictures! Not food, or water, just pictures!".

Suddenly, a slamming noise was heard just from the other side of the back door.

"Just great, you must have attracted a zombie or two." Matt complained, pulling out his Beretta handgun.

Clara turned around to see Matt holding his gun to the back door. "MATT, WHERE DID YOU GET THAT GUN?!" she cried at the top of her lungs.

Matt swerved around to see his mother petrified, in more shock than ever. "Where did you get that?!" she pointed to his gun.

Matt looked at the weapon, now realizing that his mother never knew he had it.

"Matt's mom, now's really not the time to ask questions. We have to find a way out of here." she told her.

Clara hesitated, but then nodded. The banging sound on the outside of the door grew louder, and Matt once again drew his gun. He slowly walked over to the door, and dramatically kicked the door open.

"Oomph!" a voice said.

Matt approached the back porch. There still weren't that many zombies, but someone was lying down right on the back porch, the person he threw off. He couldn't see the person very well, due to lack of light.

"Um, hello?" Matt asked, lowering his gun just a bit.

The person rose steadily, long dark hair waving about. The person stepped a little closer into the light to reveal her face. It was Tina!

"Tina, thank god you're alive!" Matt jumped up and pulled her into a hug.

Tina looked exhausted, her clothes, face, and knife were covered in blood. "Matt, I'm fine. You really don't need to hug me." Tina cried, separating themselves.

Matt turned around, to see that Sherry and Clara were beaming at them. Matt pulled farther away from Tina, his face flushed with embarrassment. Tina grew embarrassed too, although she hid it better than he did.

"Behind you!" Sherry cried.

Matt and Tina jumped away just in time to see a zombie lunge at them. Matt reached for his gun, and fired a clean shot into his head. The zombie flew back and landed on a couple of others.

"Let's go!" Matt cried.

The group ran away from the house and into the suburban streets. Surprisingly enough, there were still some people in the neighborhood. They didn't seem to notice them though, they were too occupied by their worries. The group made their way through the neighborhood, quietly whispering among themselves.

"We need to get out of town." Matt stated.

"What's the fastest way out of town?" Sherry asked.

Clara paused to think for a second, then took out a small pocket version of the map of Raccoon City. She pointed to where we were, about a block from Jack Street. "If we can get to Jack Street, we would be less than a block away from the police station. We'd be safe there." she said.

Matt's face twisted just a bit. He didn't like the idea of being protected by police officers. He pointed to a spot just a block away from there. "Or we could go to Central Station. The Raccoon-Arklay line would take us straight out of town.". He knew it was obvious he wanted to get out of town, but as much as he hated to admit it, he knew this place was doomed.

"Matt sweetie, we should still try the police station. It's on the way anyway." Clara told him.

"Yeah, my Mommy and Daddy always said to go to the police station if there was ever an emergency. My parents know the police chief." Sherry chimed in.

"Fine, but we leave town as soon as we can." Matt told them.

They marched on through Jack Street, not running into too many zombies along the way. Matt and Tina drifted behind Sherry and Clara, so that they could talk.

"What's the rush to get out of the city?" Tina asked, a bit puzzled.

"It's just like the mansion, nobody's coming to help us, and sooner or later they're just going to call it quits and blow us to smithereens! I bet Umbrella already has a cover story for this one." Matt convulsed,

"Matt, Umbrella can't cover up something this big. The mansion had less than a hundred people in it. This city has thousands. The army will come, and take care of all of this." Tina tried to convince him.

"Yeah they'll come, but they won't know what they're doing." Matt pointed out.

Matt was right, Tina realized. Come to think of it, she never had even thought of help that much while she was in the mansion. In fact, she didn't really have time to think at all during the time. All she could think about was getting Matt and herself out of the mansion safely.

They heard the gunshots from the police station before they even left Jack Street. The police station was surrounded by police cars, most likely to be used as barricades. There weren't too many zombies around, but there weren't too many police officers around either, just, a lot of bodies. Wading through the bodies, Clara let out a scream and stomped on something. Matt whipped his head around to see what was going on.

"I'm fine. Just a scratch from a little rat." She told him.

Matt then turned his attention to Tina, who looked very worried. They looked at each other for a bit while Sherry ran over to Clara. Knowing that now was not the time to talk about it, they continued on.

When the group arrived, they were greeted with a officer with a loaded shotgun.

"Stop, don't shoot. We're people." Tina told the officer, who was gripping the shotgun defensively.

The officer nodded and backed off, the nervous look seeming to be stuck on his face.

"Wee!" Matt said as he slid across one of the police cars to the other side of the barricade.

"Be careful Matt!" Clara cried, shimming through two police cars.

Tina and Sherry exchanged glances before walking in-between the police cars. "Boys." they both mumbled, but they were still smiling.