Chapter 3

The smell of rotting flesh filled the air as two zombies stumbled into the kitchen. Another one used the kitchen window to break in, and three more came around the corner. "How much ammo do you have?" Mike said nervously, eyes locked on the monsters facing him. "Two more rounds after this!" replied Cea Jay, the shaft of his Remington directly positioned at a man in a blue vest. Mike's eyes zoomed to his belt. He had two more rounds of eighteen shots, the standard clip. One was in his Desert Eagle already. The monsters stumbled closer, the back one homing in on Mike. This will be one hell of a story if we ever survive, Mike said silently in his head. "Cea Jay. Use your Remington to push back the zombies in front of us. I'll cover the back until I'm free. Ready?" "I hope so." Cea Jay said with little enthusiasm. "Go!" Cea Jay immediately blasted a zombie, the force of the shot knocking it down. Mike spun around and actually crashed into a zombie, its putrid skin making him gag. He shot four shots into the zombie's chest, knocking it to the ground. It got back up while Mike took careful aim. All he could hear was the explosions of the Remington firing away. He fired his fifth shot which caused the zombies head to explode into bloody fragments. "I'm down to one round, how about you Mike!" "I only used-" Mike's response was cut short when three more zombies came around back. He aimed and fired seven shots into one, knocking it down for good. He then fired twice at another zombie's chest and twice at the head, causing the second to fall. The last one grabbed Mike and bit his arm, blood running from the wound. Mike fired his last two shots into the creatures head. It fell to the ground hard. Meanwhile, Cea Jay had one more shot left, and one more zombie. He aimed carefully, but before he could fire, it grabbed him and bit hard into his ribs. "Ahhhhhhhhh!" Cea Jay yelled in pain. He lifted the butt of his gun, the strength rapidly draining from his body. He swung the butt, and the zombie crashed to the ground. Cea Jay quickly blasted the zombie. He soon backed to the wall and began panting. "You need a bandage," Mike said while examining Cea Jay's bloody ribs, observing the torn flesh and sliced muscle. "In the back." Mike ran back into the darkness of the house and re-emerged with a long thick bandage. He bent down and wrapped it around Cea Jay's ribs. Blood stained the bandage. "Well, that should do it," Mike said. Cea Jay walked out of the door ant turned around. "Well, you do want to find Killen's house, right?" "Yeah, let's go." Mike shoved his gun into his holster. He also put the two remaining rounds into his small pouch, which he then strapped into his belt. He walked through the doorway. What I would give to hear just one living survivor out here... thought Mike. He walked down the road, praying for Cory's safety.

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Cory slowed to a halt, panting. Looking around, he noticed that he had overshot Killen's house by two blocks. "Damn", he muttered. The adrenaline must have made him forget his destination. He then gladly took the opportunity to sit down on the doorstep of someone's house. He listened for any signs of life. When the coast was clear, Cory let himself collapse onto the cold stone. The memory's of his childhood came to him. The 80's. Umbrella's not-so-hot years. Yet, they had turned his life into a living hell. He was born in 1980, and saw the true capabilities of Umbrella at only 12 years old. Mike's dad... He quickly flushed the bad memories out of his mind. All he knew now was that he needed backup. Wait a second! he thought to himself. Doesn't Mike know those people. umm. the Redfield's, Valentine, Chambers, and Kennedy.? That was it! Cory had to find Mike for backup. Mike had contacts. Ones who were experienced in Umbrella situations! He would have to go back and find Mike quick. He got up and ran down the road. Everything seemed okay. Crash! Cory heard glass breaking, followed by a clack, clack, clack. He recognized that noise. An Umbrella creature. He whipped his head around and saw a shadowy figure crawl up the brick wall of a small house. Soon it was gone. He couldn't trace what it was, but he knew of it. He focused again and ran down the road. He nervously turned around to see if the monster was following him. He sighed at the sign of safety. He spun around and bumped into a shadowy figure. "Ahhhh!" he screamed and lifted his gun as the creature put it's hands over it's face. "Don't shoot! It's me, Mike!" Cory, his heart racing, let the gun fall from his shaky hands. He sighed. "Cory. This is my friend, Cea Jay. Cea Jay, this is Cory Vickers." "Hello," said Cory softly. "Hi," replied Cea Jay. "Mike, I had an idea. Let's call your S.T.A.R.S. friends. You know, Valentine, Redfield, and Kennedy. They could give us major help." "Good idea. We have to get to a phone though," answered Mike. Lucky enough they were standing at Killen's doorstep. The three of them moved into Killen's house towards his kitchen. They found a phone hanging on the wall. Mike picked it up and frowned. The phone line was down. He placed the phone in the cradle and sighed. "Well, the line's down." Cea Jay looked around. He ran over and began searching through a large sports bag. "Killen has a cell phone. I call him on it all the time." Cea Jay then lifted from the bag something large and shiny. "Heads up!" Mike looked just in time to catch a heavy 357. Magnum revolver in his hand. He felt the smooth surfaces and noticed it was loaded. "Any extra ammo?" Cea Jay pulled something else from the bag and tossed three heavy Magnum rounds towards him. Mike gladly put them in his pouch. Next Cea Jay drew a small DOT 50 sub-machinegun from the bag and handed it to Cory along with two extra clips. The Grenade Launcher that was left was taken for himself along with 6 extra shots. "Here it is!" Cea Jay suddenly exclaimed. He took out the cell phone and listened. It was working. No doubt a satellite phone. Cea jay tossed it to Mike who opened it dialed a number. He shuffled nervously around the room waiting for an answer. "Well, we can't get a hold of Rebecca Chambers." Cory began to explore the living room. He noticed an old closet under the stairs. He opened it in the hopes of finding more helpful items but all he found was a laundry machine. One of the knobs was missing. Next he decided to explore the upstairs. As he walked up creaky the stairs, he heard Mike dial another number.