I hadn't been in my apartment lately, so I forgot my surroundings and waas
afraid that the door was going to cave in any second. I tried to dive to
the back of the room but tripped over the sofa. I fell to the floor and
rolled along the floor then threw myself against the wall with my heart
still beating, hearing the moans outside. I stayed there for a couple of
minutes until the moans soon went away. I got up and ran into the kitchen
to get some candles since it was too dark to see anything.
I opened the cupboard and felt around. I pulled out a box and reached into my utility belt. I pulled out my S.T.A.R.S zippo lighter. Although I was only eighteen and didn't want to smoke, I always kept it on me. I ripped the plastic of the box and pulled out a candle and lit the zippo causing a dim flame. I lit the candle and held it above my head.
The kitchen was small and only had a refrigerator and a cooker with a few cupboards along the wall. I took the candles with me and went into the living room. There was only a coffee table with a sofa and a cushioned chair, which looked like a throne. There was also a stereo in the corner of the room. I put the candles on the coffee table and pulled it towards the chair. The walls were chipped and it looked like a psycho's house, but then again I never cared about beauty since I was the only one in the house.
I threw my shotgun against the wall.
After a few minutes of settling in I had lit a few more candles and put them in coffee mugs and put them all around the room. There were two windows on either side of the door and I knew I would have to board them up. I went into the kitchen where the door to my bedroom was. I opened it and walked in. It was a small room with just a bed and a cupboard and the map of the British Aisles.
I walked over to the map and ripped it off the wall, which revealed a black a safe with an old rotation lock. I rotated it in the numbers of 1 2 3 4. No one was going to actually guess it was 1 2 3 4 anyway, were they? The safe creaked open and I reached my hand in without looking what I would get.
I pulled out four boxes of Desert Eagle rounds and put them in my utility belt. I also pulled out a few books, mostly paranormal and war books. I took them into the living room and put them on a table and then went back in the bedroom.
I had goose bumps over my arms and knew I had to get some more clobber on. I opened my wardrobe and found a stash of stuff in there apart from clothes. I pulled out two rolls of bandages and a metal baseball bat, which I picked up and examined. I gave it a swing and it was heavy.
"Lovely..." I whispered to myself
I began rummaging through sweatshirts and came across my old Offspring jumper. It was black with a hood and an Offspring flaming skull logo on the back. I took off my utility belt and let it drop to the floor and put the jumper on. I kind of felt like a bad ass...
The next thing I had to do was board up the windows. I remember watching Night Of The Living Dead and thinking what I would do in zombie situation. I always thought I would just run past them but it turned out it just didn't work like that. You didn't know what was around the corner or when you would get to a dead end like those car roadblocks. That brought Marvin back into my mind.
"Fuck!" I shouted to myself
"I'm such a cunt!" I pulled my hair.
I was never going to get back to the RPD and Marvin was probably relying on me, but maybe he was dead? Either way I had other problems to worry about. I began to pull the wardrobe doors off its hinges and surprisingly they came off quite easily. The wood was quite strong but perhaps because of the situation I was in I had some extra strength. The doors were also big and would cover the windows by the door. I put the wood down by the door and went back into the kitchen and opened up the cupboard. I took out some nails and a mallet.
I had begUn on the first window and was hammering away. Four nails on each side. It was hard banging nails in through thick wood into concrete walls. I finished the first window within five minutes. Only a few slits in the corners, which rays of light shone through. I began on the other window and already my arm was tired and I was sluggishly hammering in the last nail. I kept thinking to myself that I had to hammer it in and I begin speeding it up. My thumb and finger were balancing the nail as I hammered away with the mallet.
Still hammering away my mind flashed and I thought I was about to pass out. My arm which, I was hammering with jerked and I missed the nail but heard the hammer hit something. I heard a crunch and a pain surged through my thumb.
I dropped the hammer to the floor and got on my knees and screamed. I looked at my thumb and a big bruise was already showing, but at least there weren't any cuts.
"You fucking bastard!!" I picked up the mallet and threw it at the wall which it got stuck in as it made a huge hole. I got up and held my thumb.
I ran through the door that I hadn't opened yet in my living room, which linked to the bathroom. I enter and rested a candle on the sink. There was a mirror in front and a bath to the left. I switched on the tap and put my thumb under the cold water. I sighed as I felt the pain go away. I looked up at the large mirror and saw my face was rotten. My hair was for some reason still spiked up in its usual dark green form but there were spatters of red blood on my cheek. My hair is naturally hazel like my eyes, but I was usually often mistaken for a guy named Chris Redfield who I knew very well and worked with him often. So I bleached it dark green, which some people surprisingly liked. I splashed water over my face.
I bandaged my thumb up and was now sitting in my throne like chair. I had switched on my stereo and was listening to an acoustic Nirvana CD. My eyes were closed and my fingers were jamming with the tune to Come As You Are.
My energy was lost and I hadn't heard any moans or groans and decided I should get some rest. I let the music send me to sleep.
Come as you are
As a friend
as an old enemy
Then my mind drifted away into a deep sleep
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I really want to thank Mossberg for editing all this for me. He also edited the previous chapters and ill add them up as soon as i have enough time. Chapters may be delayed because i have to go do a few gigs around Londo. Anyway thanks Mossberg for your help i really appreciate it.
PS: Ill be putting up 2 endings to this story.
I opened the cupboard and felt around. I pulled out a box and reached into my utility belt. I pulled out my S.T.A.R.S zippo lighter. Although I was only eighteen and didn't want to smoke, I always kept it on me. I ripped the plastic of the box and pulled out a candle and lit the zippo causing a dim flame. I lit the candle and held it above my head.
The kitchen was small and only had a refrigerator and a cooker with a few cupboards along the wall. I took the candles with me and went into the living room. There was only a coffee table with a sofa and a cushioned chair, which looked like a throne. There was also a stereo in the corner of the room. I put the candles on the coffee table and pulled it towards the chair. The walls were chipped and it looked like a psycho's house, but then again I never cared about beauty since I was the only one in the house.
I threw my shotgun against the wall.
After a few minutes of settling in I had lit a few more candles and put them in coffee mugs and put them all around the room. There were two windows on either side of the door and I knew I would have to board them up. I went into the kitchen where the door to my bedroom was. I opened it and walked in. It was a small room with just a bed and a cupboard and the map of the British Aisles.
I walked over to the map and ripped it off the wall, which revealed a black a safe with an old rotation lock. I rotated it in the numbers of 1 2 3 4. No one was going to actually guess it was 1 2 3 4 anyway, were they? The safe creaked open and I reached my hand in without looking what I would get.
I pulled out four boxes of Desert Eagle rounds and put them in my utility belt. I also pulled out a few books, mostly paranormal and war books. I took them into the living room and put them on a table and then went back in the bedroom.
I had goose bumps over my arms and knew I had to get some more clobber on. I opened my wardrobe and found a stash of stuff in there apart from clothes. I pulled out two rolls of bandages and a metal baseball bat, which I picked up and examined. I gave it a swing and it was heavy.
"Lovely..." I whispered to myself
I began rummaging through sweatshirts and came across my old Offspring jumper. It was black with a hood and an Offspring flaming skull logo on the back. I took off my utility belt and let it drop to the floor and put the jumper on. I kind of felt like a bad ass...
The next thing I had to do was board up the windows. I remember watching Night Of The Living Dead and thinking what I would do in zombie situation. I always thought I would just run past them but it turned out it just didn't work like that. You didn't know what was around the corner or when you would get to a dead end like those car roadblocks. That brought Marvin back into my mind.
"Fuck!" I shouted to myself
"I'm such a cunt!" I pulled my hair.
I was never going to get back to the RPD and Marvin was probably relying on me, but maybe he was dead? Either way I had other problems to worry about. I began to pull the wardrobe doors off its hinges and surprisingly they came off quite easily. The wood was quite strong but perhaps because of the situation I was in I had some extra strength. The doors were also big and would cover the windows by the door. I put the wood down by the door and went back into the kitchen and opened up the cupboard. I took out some nails and a mallet.
I had begUn on the first window and was hammering away. Four nails on each side. It was hard banging nails in through thick wood into concrete walls. I finished the first window within five minutes. Only a few slits in the corners, which rays of light shone through. I began on the other window and already my arm was tired and I was sluggishly hammering in the last nail. I kept thinking to myself that I had to hammer it in and I begin speeding it up. My thumb and finger were balancing the nail as I hammered away with the mallet.
Still hammering away my mind flashed and I thought I was about to pass out. My arm which, I was hammering with jerked and I missed the nail but heard the hammer hit something. I heard a crunch and a pain surged through my thumb.
I dropped the hammer to the floor and got on my knees and screamed. I looked at my thumb and a big bruise was already showing, but at least there weren't any cuts.
"You fucking bastard!!" I picked up the mallet and threw it at the wall which it got stuck in as it made a huge hole. I got up and held my thumb.
I ran through the door that I hadn't opened yet in my living room, which linked to the bathroom. I enter and rested a candle on the sink. There was a mirror in front and a bath to the left. I switched on the tap and put my thumb under the cold water. I sighed as I felt the pain go away. I looked up at the large mirror and saw my face was rotten. My hair was for some reason still spiked up in its usual dark green form but there were spatters of red blood on my cheek. My hair is naturally hazel like my eyes, but I was usually often mistaken for a guy named Chris Redfield who I knew very well and worked with him often. So I bleached it dark green, which some people surprisingly liked. I splashed water over my face.
I bandaged my thumb up and was now sitting in my throne like chair. I had switched on my stereo and was listening to an acoustic Nirvana CD. My eyes were closed and my fingers were jamming with the tune to Come As You Are.
My energy was lost and I hadn't heard any moans or groans and decided I should get some rest. I let the music send me to sleep.
Come as you are
As a friend
as an old enemy
Then my mind drifted away into a deep sleep
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I really want to thank Mossberg for editing all this for me. He also edited the previous chapters and ill add them up as soon as i have enough time. Chapters may be delayed because i have to go do a few gigs around Londo. Anyway thanks Mossberg for your help i really appreciate it.
PS: Ill be putting up 2 endings to this story.