Chapter Eighteen
They were all in the Meeting Room. Four Ghostbusters, Three civilians and two cops. The third civilian had been hiding inside the RPD and was to be evacuated along with the Ghostbusters.
"Right Ladies and Gentlemen. This is the plan. My colleague Mr. Zeddemore tells me that our car is road worthy and that there is a realitively clear route out of Raccoon City. We will be using the passages to get to City Hall where we can then get to the gas station. Are there any questions before we make final preparations and then leave?" The civilian who had turned up a few minutes befire the meeting raised his hand.
"Yes?"
"What happens if those things come after us? we'll be slaughtered!" A few shocked gasps emerged from the survivors.
"That is why we'll be having Officers Spencer and Maluci escorting us to the gas station." The woman, Amy Weathers raised her hand.
"Yes Miss?"
"How many seats doe this car have? It can't possibly fit all of us."
"Iur car is a old ambulance, normally it can seat at least seven people, however there should be room for all of us." The meeting ended and final preparations were started.
"There should be room for all of us?" Ray asked sarcastically. Peter's responce was a nervous grin and shrugging his shoulders.
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He'd been running for what felt like hours, he couldn't let it catch him. He may have betrayed his team-mates in the past, but he had to warn her. Even though it was night his yellow flak-jacket stood out too well. Even the S.T.A.R.S. badge on his left sleeve was visable because of the yellow stars that made up the logo. He had been running through the streets since his apartment had been attacked by the zombies, but after the thing he was running from the zombies weren't as scary, and it was tracking him.
Brad stumbled across an empty street, just like so many other streets. He had soon lost his way, disorientated by the blocked roads and the wreckage. He turned a corner onto a street with cablecar rails running along it, he turned his head when he heard a metal loading noise.
"Oh no, oh God please no." He deserved it, the nickname. Afterall nothing suited him better than "Chickenheart". Brad "Chickenheart" Vickers, who had abandonned his team at the Spencer Estate, who had remained here while Chris, Barry, Rebecca had left for Europe to take on Umbrella. Sure Jill was still here but she was no coward, there was no way she could possibly decend to his level or that he could reddeem himself to her level. She was a professional, a trained member. All he was good for was piloting a helicopter and computer work. But maybe he could at least show some bravery in trying to save Jill. Even if he died at least he'd had the chance to save her life.
"S.T.A.R.S!" The chilling rendition of the team's name rang out from the creature's mouth behind him. Brad could hear it's thimping footsteps as it chased him through Raccoon, a rocket launcher equiped monster. No matter what happened to him he had to warn Jill. He hurried on, through the burning wreckage that had been Raccoon City.
They were all in the Meeting Room. Four Ghostbusters, Three civilians and two cops. The third civilian had been hiding inside the RPD and was to be evacuated along with the Ghostbusters.
"Right Ladies and Gentlemen. This is the plan. My colleague Mr. Zeddemore tells me that our car is road worthy and that there is a realitively clear route out of Raccoon City. We will be using the passages to get to City Hall where we can then get to the gas station. Are there any questions before we make final preparations and then leave?" The civilian who had turned up a few minutes befire the meeting raised his hand.
"Yes?"
"What happens if those things come after us? we'll be slaughtered!" A few shocked gasps emerged from the survivors.
"That is why we'll be having Officers Spencer and Maluci escorting us to the gas station." The woman, Amy Weathers raised her hand.
"Yes Miss?"
"How many seats doe this car have? It can't possibly fit all of us."
"Iur car is a old ambulance, normally it can seat at least seven people, however there should be room for all of us." The meeting ended and final preparations were started.
"There should be room for all of us?" Ray asked sarcastically. Peter's responce was a nervous grin and shrugging his shoulders.
***
He'd been running for what felt like hours, he couldn't let it catch him. He may have betrayed his team-mates in the past, but he had to warn her. Even though it was night his yellow flak-jacket stood out too well. Even the S.T.A.R.S. badge on his left sleeve was visable because of the yellow stars that made up the logo. He had been running through the streets since his apartment had been attacked by the zombies, but after the thing he was running from the zombies weren't as scary, and it was tracking him.
Brad stumbled across an empty street, just like so many other streets. He had soon lost his way, disorientated by the blocked roads and the wreckage. He turned a corner onto a street with cablecar rails running along it, he turned his head when he heard a metal loading noise.
"Oh no, oh God please no." He deserved it, the nickname. Afterall nothing suited him better than "Chickenheart". Brad "Chickenheart" Vickers, who had abandonned his team at the Spencer Estate, who had remained here while Chris, Barry, Rebecca had left for Europe to take on Umbrella. Sure Jill was still here but she was no coward, there was no way she could possibly decend to his level or that he could reddeem himself to her level. She was a professional, a trained member. All he was good for was piloting a helicopter and computer work. But maybe he could at least show some bravery in trying to save Jill. Even if he died at least he'd had the chance to save her life.
"S.T.A.R.S!" The chilling rendition of the team's name rang out from the creature's mouth behind him. Brad could hear it's thimping footsteps as it chased him through Raccoon, a rocket launcher equiped monster. No matter what happened to him he had to warn Jill. He hurried on, through the burning wreckage that had been Raccoon City.