Dead Rising: Fortune's End
I do not own Dead Rising
Chapter 10: The Cause
Chuck walked down the hallway to the men's room of the Americana. A feeling of…uneasiness came over him. He gripped his steel pipe, along with his pistol in his holster. Stacey said that some girl was tied up in the bathroom, so Chuck wanted to move fast.
Here he was, at the entrance of the bathroom. Some talking was heard, "The Cause is at hand..."
Chuck moved slowly in. A man was there, looking away from him. "The Cause is at hand…"
Chuck held his pipe, and looked down. There was the woman, tied up. "Help me!" She whispered
Chuck looked at the man, "Hey…"
He turned. Blood was all over his face, and his eyes were bugging out. "Oh my God…you're Chuck Greene." He announced
Chuck took a step back, holding his pipe in one hand, preparing to strike, "Yeah, who are you?"
He ignored the question, "You know, when you first unleashed the zombies…I had no idea what the hell you were doing. The people…we were trying to save…killing…eating…slaughtering. I couldn't believe it…but then I realized it."
The man began to approach him. Chuck took a few more step backs, "There would be no barriers. No differences, no more discrimination. It's perfect…it makes perfect sense. And I have you to thank for it…thank you."
The man took a step back, near one of the stalls. He had a large grin, from ear to ear. "And now…you can see the fruits of your labor…"
He opened the stall door. Exiting the stall was a zombie. He was going to allow the zombie to…attack her. Chuck immediately rushed towards the zombie and pushed it back in the stall. Slamming the stall, he turned, "What the hell is wrong with you?"
The man turned, "Chuck, what the hell? The Cause, man!"
"No! CURE or I didn't have anything to do with this zombie outbreak! It's bull."
The man turned his head, "Oh, I see, man. You can't handle it…you can't own up to it…"
Chuck shook his head, "No. We never had anything to do with this!"
The man shook his head, "You've abandoned the Cause man…we're better off without you."
He screamed…a blood curling scream and instantly rushed after Chuck. He held a large shard of glass in his hand to use as a weapon. Chuck swung his pipe; the man dodged it, only to slice at Chuck.
He missed, thankfully. Chuck used his foot and kicked him in the stomach, kicking him back. Chuck readied his pipe for another attack.
"Greene, why'd you leave? Why did you leave the Cause?"
"Listen, I was framed. We're not a part of any 'cause', you hear me?"
The man raced towards him again, as Chuck readied himself. Chuck struck first, hitting him in the face, sending him back. He gave another scream and fell back.
He jumped back up, blood trickling down his face. Chuck backed up, "I'm giving you one chance…one…get out."
No luck, he ran for him, slashing. He cut Chuck's right upper arm, it wasn't deep, just a flesh wound. Chuck swung his pipe, but he jumped back, therefore Chuck missed. He crackled and ran off to one of the stalls.
Chuck raced after him, and stopped at the stall. He grabbed the handle, pipe ready in his hand, he slowly opened the door. What the hell did this guy hid in the bathroom stall? Dumbass…
Chuck pushed the door opened and raised his pipe for an attack. But the stall was empty...
Chuck blinked. Where did he go? He ran in the stall and poof! he disappeared. A shadow illuminated on the wall…
Chuck jumped out of the way. A slide of glass swung where he was, missing him. Chuck swung his pipe, missing him as well. He kicked him in the stomach, sending him back. Chuck went on, swinging his pipe, hitting him in the shoulder.
Another swing, this one right in the mouth. Blood oozed down his mouth and he spat out a tooth. That hit hurt him…hard.
Chuck readied himself for another hit, only to be pushed out of the way. The man stumbled to the door, leaning on the stall doors for support. "The Cause…you've….abandoned the Cause…"
He leaned on another stall door, only to fall in. A loud roar and scream…the zombie was in the stall. He instantly pushed himself out of the stall, grabbing his neck. He was bitten. "Oh…oh…oh my God. Oh my God. Bitten…I'm bitten…oh my God."
Chuck stopped…he could only stare. In an instant, the man used his glass to slash his throat, killing himself. Hypocrite, he says everyone should become a zombie but couldn't handle himself becoming one.
Chuck instantly rushed to the woman in bondage. He untied the ropes holding her hands behind her back. "Thank God, you're here. Who knows what that nut would have done?"
"Agreed. But you're fine now, don't worry. There's a safehouse in the Royal Flush Plaza, I'll take you there. It's OK, you'll be safe there."
"Thank you."
After escorting her to the safehouse, Chuck continued on. He wondered who Rebecca's source was…could it be TK? No. Maybe one of his goons.
"I'm gonna beat his skinny ass when he gets here!"
Chuck turned to see the Dark Bean, the coffee shop. An African American woman was standing on the table, swinging her pipe at any nearby zombie. Chuck moved towards her, swinging his pipe at any zombie that tried to attack him.
He jumped up on the table, next to the woman. He gave a swift kick at a zombie's face, sending it back. "Hey, you alright?"
"Yeah! But what about my Gordon? His stupid ass ran off!"
"Well, we can find this Gordon person, and I can get you to a safehouse. It's safe there."
"Really? Good, just help me find Gordon!"
Chuck delivered another swift kick in the face. "Well let's go." He said
Chuck was about to jump off…when he noticed something. Gordon was about twenty feet away from the Dark Bean in Casual Gals, a woman's clothing store. "Are you kidding me?" Chuck asked himself
"What is it!?"
Chuck pointed to Gordon, who was hiding behind the counter. "That Gordon! I'll get his ass!" The woman said
"Come on!"
They both jumped off the table, running towards Casual Gals. Chuck moved in, clearing out any zombies in the room. "Gordon!"
"LaShawndra!"
The both quickly embraced each other. LaShawndra smacked him in the back of the head, "What the hell, Gordon?" She began and began to rant and rave
Chuck cleared out the last of the zombies. Looking out the window showed large groups of steady zombies moving towards them. "Um, hey guys." Chuck said, interrupting LaShawndra
"What?" They both asked at once
"We gotta get out of here. I know a place where it's safe. Come with me."
They all moved to the safehouse. After leaving them there, Chuck decided to take a small break. Sullivan was playing a game of Solitaire. Chuck watched as Sullivan moved the cards and placed them into decks with lighting speed.
"Wanna play a game?" He offered
"No, thanks."
Sullivan shrugged and continued to play by himself. Chuck walked into the surveillance room with both Stacey and Katey. "Daddy!" Katey said happily
Katey ran to give her father a hug, "Hey there!" He replied, happily
They both sat on the couch. "Anything new, Stacey?"
"No. I don't see anything."
Chuck sighed. Good, now he could relax a little. Chuck watched the news, again, same ol' same ol'. Damn, he couldn't wait until midnight, it was killing him. Who was Rebecca's source?
Chuck's mind was blank. They HAD to be working for TK, who else would they be working for? Chuck paced back and forth, "Who could it be, Stacey? Who's the source?"
"That's what I've been thinking. Who could it be? I already ruled out TK himself, maybe one of his workers or something."
"That's what I was thinking. You know, whoever this is…they're trying to frame CURE and I. And when I get them…" Chuck hit his fist against his open hand
Stacey smiled, "Good." She joked
Chuck wasn't kidding though. He wanted to find out who it was and beat their ass, after a few questions though. Then he would prove himself innocent and then get out of here with Katey.
Chuck's mind wandered a bit, thinking of many things. Who was the source? Why did TK try to rob the casinos? Why was he framed?
Another thought came across Chuck, what about Katey's Zombrex? He would need it after he met with the source.
Chuck laughed to himself. Phenotrans MUST be making a fortune off this. It was a bit dark however, how a company can make a fortune off many people's misery. A few years back, during the Vegas Outbreak, Zombrex only guaranteed non-zombification for twelve hours. But since then, they've found 24-hour Zombrex, which does the same, but for the entire day.
Chuck just wished they could find a cure for the zombies already. So he didn't have to worry about getting to the pharmacy to get some Zombrex every day, but it would probably cost a ton. Chuck would still pay it though, for Katey.
Chuck took a deep breath. He had a LOT more hours before finding the source…he had to torture himself to wait…
He wanted a lot of things. To find the source...to get out of here...to prove himself innocent...but most of all...to keep his daughter safe from harm...