~ Resident Evil: Midnight Crisis
~ A Resident Evil Fanfiction Work Created By..
~ Nickah 4:20 ( SkaterNIB@yahoo.com )
(Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil. Capcom does. I own this story and the characters
used in it. Don't steal. =/ )

( Note : Sorry it took so long! I was workin' on the game that goes with this fic. Here's a brief recap of last episode.. Joe and Nick were chased off the road by crows, and are now about to be eaten by a zombie. Brief. Lets get on with it. )

Chapter Two: The Living Dead

Soft moans were accompanied with the thumps of the zombie's slow trudging towards the two unconscious teenagers. The undead was just hovering over its next meal as a baseball bat connected squarely with the back of its neck, a sickening snap resounding through the area. A gurgling noise escaped the zombie's lips before it slumped over, its neck tilted at odd angles and its spinal cord shattered. Above it stood another teenager, about the same build as the Nick or Joe, but with much more tan skin, possibly Italian-based. The teenager prodded the once again dead creature with the bat. It didn't move. A sigh of relief escaping him, the newcomer propped up the other teens and began to shake them roughly out of their unconsciousness. Joe's eyes flickered open.

"What's happening!? Where am I?" He exclaimed, sitting up and looking around. He blinked a few times, taking it all in. "Alex?" He questioned, looking at the newcomer.

"No time for questions now.. We gotta wake Nick up I need your help." Alex said, shaking Nick, who wasn't waking up. A boot to the rear was all he needed.

"Ow! What the heck was that for!?" Nick sat up, rubbing his sore rear. He looked at Alex, then Joe, then the flaming car and zombie. "Ok.. which one of you just kicked me.." Alex frowned at Nick's lack of priority.

"It doesn't matter those.. things.. are at my house. We gotta get rid of them. NOW." Alex said, jogging off up the street. Nick and Joe followed. On the way, Alex quickly related them what happened. "We were sleeping and I heard a noise. I woke up and there they were.. those things. I woke everybody up and we made it to the basement. They barricaded the door while I went for help."

"They?" Joe questioned

"My family. They are still there, hopefully. C'mon we gotta hurry up and get back to my house!" Alex spoke again, running ahead of them. Joe followed shortly after and Nick lagged behind somewhat, flipping off the safety and cocking the Beretta handgun as he followed...

Shortly after, the group arrived at the doorsteps of Alex's house. Sha windows were broken, and the garage door had several large dents in it. The trio visibly flinched as an unearthly moan resounded from inside the house, shortly followed by several others. The door swung open, and before any of them could react, a rotting corpse fell out. It stirred on the ground and began to stand up... its eyes hungry with bloodlust. Before any of its desires could be fulfilled, there was a loud thud as crimson mist surrounded the zombie's head. It slumped back to the ground, blood gushing from its temples where a 9mm bullet had passed clear through. Nick whistled, Beretta in hand. A triumphant smirk was plastered across his face. "That was too easy.." He said, adrenaline beginning to pump.

"Shall we dance?" He said before disappearing into the house before Alex or Joe could protest. Loud gunshots were heard by both as they waited outside. In a few minutes, the moaning from inside the house had ceased. Nick walked out, same triumphant smirk etched on his features. He gave a mock salute. "All clear!"

The teenagers filed in, Alex leading the way to his basement. They came to a wooden door with several long scratches in it, apparently made from the zombies fingernails from earlier. Nick kicked a zombie corpse out of the way and raised the Beretta to the doorknob, squeezing the trigger once. The bullet slammed through the doorknob, taking it clean off. A simple kick was all that was needed to open the door. Several loud crashes followed as they pushed the makeshift barricade down before all three teenagers tramped down the stairs. The inhabitants of Alex's basements froze where they were in the corner, an expression of shock and disbelief mixed on their face. Alex spoke first. "We have to get out of here, now." Nobody could have said it better...

The group headed up to the garage, Nick running a quick sweep around the room to make sure there was no surprises in store. Everything was clear, and Nick, Joe, Alex, and his family filed into the minivan. Alex's father jammed the key into the ignition, and they were off.

"Hey.. where exactly are we going?" Nick said, breaking the silence. He turned to Joe.

"Our school... that's what the guy on TV said to do.." Joe said. Nick blinked.

"Our.. school? Uhh... wouldn't the police station be a better idea? Or maybe just getting out of this town period??" Nick replied, confused at this logic.

"No.. police station's too small. The school is big enough to hold everybody.. they have some sort of medical center set up there, and a place to check for lost people... not a bad idea" Joe said wistfully, staring out the window. They were now passing through a previously active neighborhood. Nick remembered how there would always be children playing in the grass and on the swing sets... older kids around his age playing baseball at the sandlot... all good memories. Now all that was there was empty, desolate, broken houses and walking corpses milling around aimlessly. He wondered what was happening to his town...

After several mind-racking minutes, they arrived at the entry to the school.. and were surprised, to say the least. The whole school had been fortified, several figures dressed in black toting submachine guns stopped them, checking out the car. After a quick check, they allowed them to pass into the school.

Inside the school, all hell must have been breaking loose. There were people crying, shouting the names of their missing loved ones. Some people were in the infirmary, which had been expanded. Inside the infirmary, there was people who had been mauled so badly you couldn't even recognize who they were anymore. Alex's family left him for a moment to check everybody in on the list where they kept track of who went in and out, so the three teenagers were wandering around once more.

Nick cautiously observed everything, keeping things in check.. he had his Beretta hidden in one of his pant's cargo pockets. "Thank God I wore baggy pants today.." he thought, wandering around aimlessly. He noted several more assault squads in full gear, all of them seemed identical to him. They all had a strange emblem on their arm as well, of what he couldn't tell from a distance.. but he knew they meant business. He did not like this at all... he knew something was not right...

"AHHH!" A loud shriek interrupted his thoughts. He looked towards the source of the scream. A young female, his age, blonde hair, ran into the school from the front doors. Everything seemed to stop as Doberman, much like the ones he had encountered earlier, barged through the door, tackling her to the ground and beginning to maim her. Suddenly everybody began to scream as several other dogs, zombies, and other monsters he hadn't seen before began to swarm the building. It seemed the black-coated men had all disappeared from sight. Nick's eyes were wide with fear. Looking left and right, he saw people dying all around him. He began to panic as he ran towards a door... a dog rushing towards him to block his escape. He flicked the Beretta out of his pocket and fired two rounds into its skull. The dog slumped to the ground as blood began to pour out of its cracked skull. Stopping at the door, Nick looked around desperately for Alex or Joe. He didn't see them.. just a bloody massacre. He shook his head as he ran out of the building, sprinting towards the nearby woods for some sort of shelter... trying to put behind the cries of death and agony behind him...

( Woo! This is getting interesting! )