Chapter 7: Exploration
*Sorry for not writing in such a long time! I've been pretty busy with school work and I just couldn't tear myself away to write more chapters! As promise here is the next chapter! Anxious? You should be! ^^*
Summary: Welcome to the Terra Vesta, an apartment complex situated just a couple of blocks from the Shopping District! A beautiful place where tendants check in but they never check out…Zombies, Nemesis, Umbrella, and those Brain-sucking things! Surviving might not be as easy as one might think…
(9:00 A.M Monday)
Mark lit another cigarete as he stared out the window soberly. It was getting pretty cold now and the moans of the dead were getting louder. It almost seemed like everyone in the city was gone but that was impossible! How could everyone just die one by one? Did't anyone put up a fight? There was no way that a whole city could be wiped out in just a couple of days! Sighing he slumped in an armchair and pressed his head aginst the palm of one of his hands. It was taking a painstakingly long time for Matt to reach the Police Headquarters, everything was out. Taking a long drag from the nicotine filled stick he puffed a couple of smokes before blowing them aginst the window. God, what a long day…the minute they walked into this freaking apartment was a fucking bad idea. It was swarmed with zombies, and just a couple of minutes ago a survivor was killed right in front of them by this crazy looking brain-sucking monster.
Not only, that but the constant sulking of his friend, Maxine, was starting to get to him. Groaning loudly as the last bits of ashes spilled out from the burned out cigarette, he got up and walked to the door. Peering through the peephole, he cringed when he saw how many of 'them' were out there. "This is just freaking great! I can't believe it, were stuck here!" shouted a furious Matt. Mark rubbed his temples and grinded his teeth repeatedly. (Please don't start whining…please!) Pushing heself up from her perch on one of the tables, Maxine gazed sadly at Matthew. "Matt, what did you get?" she asked fearfully. Mark seriously felt sorry for her the most, because here was the most wonderful girl he had ever met in his whole life and yet he couldn't do a damn thing. Matt shook his head and fell to the floor, racking sobs interfering with his speech. Walking over to the man, Maxine envoloped him in one of her bear hugs and lay her head softly aginst his shoulder. "It's okay…we'll find a way…somehow!" she whispered bravely.
Feeling somehwat of a sharp tinge of jealousy pull at his heart, Mark looked back down to the streets below. Good…the big monster had stopped banging on the doors and was now trudging away. A very very good sign, indeed!
"Nows, are chance if we can get through all those zombies we might just make it out of here!" Brian suggested. Getting up from his chair, he walked over to the bed where they had laid their weapons to rest on the way in. (There isn't even enough ammo to last us a freaking frackin' day! Aw! Bloody Hell!!)
Grabbing one of his guns from the aray, he checked the chamber and stalked towards the door. Looking back at the paled faces of his only companions, he eased the door open. So far, there were only a few zombies down the hall but since they were all the way down there wasting bullets would be critical. Nodding back to the others he stepped out and waited anxiously for the click of the lock. After the door was shut and immediately locked, Mark began to walk to the closest door.
(Aw…c'mon, Mark! No time for chilvary-shit, man! Just break the freaking door open!)
Placing his foot aginst the door, he brought it down roughly against the wooden frame, screaming as if in pain the door fell off it's hedges and flew inwards. Mark immediately backstepped as a couple, a man and a woman, obviously recently zombified. Judging from the way their skin looked all fresh and stuff. He grunted as the persistant female grabbed for his arm, throwing a right hand hook directed at her jaw, he watched almost in fascination as the zombie reeled backwards back into the room. The male zombie was a lot more stupider and did't even get a bite before finding a bullet dtaright through it's brain. Blood gushed onto the floor and onto Marks former white T-shirt.
Kicking in the rest of the door, he pointed his gun into the darkness and watched for any movement. Satisfied when he saw nothing he reached out and flicked the light switch. He almost wished he hadn't…cause there sprawled on the floor with her disconnected head pointed towards the sky was that female zombie he just punched. Grimacing at her dislocated head he stepped over her form and walked around. Throwing a couple of drawers around and rummagin through the whole damn place, Mark was happy to find one loaded Desert Eagle, a couple of clips for his gun, a Handgun, and a very cool looking swiss army knife. As he looked around werily for anything he may have missed, his eyesight caught a glinting from under the door to his left. Apparently, he restroom…swallowing the spit that started to flow in his mouh he walked forward hesitantly. Placing his hand on the cold steel knob he yanked it open and aimed into the darkness. Nothing…keeping out a cautious look around his surroundings, he bent down and picked up the key.
"Garage Key" he whsipered softly. Turning to walk out of the room, he stopped short when he heard a noise from inside the restroom. It almost sounded like bubbles emerging from some water, what was in there? Letting his curiousity win the best of him, he slowly stepped bck into the cold white tilled room. Gulping her peered into the tub, just some red water…wait! Red Water!?
Seeing more bubbles emerge from the darkened water, he stepped a little closer and peered over the side. Just more bubbles…leaning even more towards the water, he stared intently at the pool and aimed his gun. ARAGGGGGHHHHH! Screaming, he lept back and jumped out of the way as a zombie sitting up straight and grabbed at his shirt. "No! Let go!" cried Mark, Grabbing the knife that Carlos had given from earlier, he clucthed it tightly between bloodied hands and plunged it into the unsuspecting zombies head. It spasmed and coughed up more blood onto Mark's already denched shirt before falling back down into the water.
Taking a moment to regain his heart rate back, he breathed raggedly before getting back to his feet. (Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Don't you ever watch the scary movies!? Guys like you always die first!) Grabbing one of the towels from the rack, her began to dry off his clothes and hair. He seriously needed a bath…right now he reeked blood! Walking out of the restroom, he almost gaped when he saw that five zombies had already made it into the living room and were now shuffling towards him! Grabbing his gun, he aimed at the closest one and shot it splattering it's blood all over the nice carpet and causing it to fall backwards intot he one behind it.
Not wanting to become the next meal, Mark darted away from the room and down the hall, he smirked as he heard the frustrated groans of the zombies way behind him…
(10:00 AM Monday)
Grunting, Mark slung the bag onto his shoulders, already half the building had been cleaned out courtesy of yours truly. Although, it seemed to be a great idea, Mark, was starting to feel restless. So far, he wasted a good amount of ammo and the only hings he was able to find was a couple of keys, some guns, some ammo, and a map. Not a lot of help to them but it was a good supply to get them going. Walking back towards the stairs, he ran a sweaty hand thru his blood soaked hair. God, he stank and it was definitely starting to get the best of him…it was making him sick. Trudging up the stairs, Mark froze when his eyes landed on what appeared to be a mercenary, judging by the clothes and the really uthentic badge he was wearing, he was important. For now he lay in a pool of his own blood with his head no where in site. Seriously, Gruesome…and it was one bloody shame cause the man looked really strong. Walking slowly down the hall, he was about to turn and walk over the body but stopped when he saw something in his pocket. Bending down to examine it closer, he almost pissed in his pants when something dripped onto the back of his neck.
Touching the wet spot, he slowly brought it back to look at what it was and froze. Blood…raising his head up to look at the ceiling his mouth open to create a big O and he immediately jumped back as the 'missing head' fell to the ground in front of him. If he wasn't so scared he would have been screaming bloddy murder right about now but stood his ground as another one of those Brain-Suckers descended from the ventailation shaft.
"Shall we dance?" taunted Mark. The monster hissed in response and slashed at Mark. He grinned and jumped back kicking his heavy-footed-boot into the monsters bulging cranium. It howled in pain and hissed as blood spilled onto the ground. Darting away a few meters itstopped for a second before making a runningleap at Mark. He grunted as a slash met his side and he connected his fist with the chest of the monsters. Taking its vunlnerable state as an invitation, he aimed at the monsters head and blew its brains out. Breathing heavily from the extertion, he watched distastefully as the monster continued to have death spasms but it did't look like it was gonna get up…
"Good, I don't need anymore monsters trying to get a bite outta my ass!" he swore tiredly and continued down the hall.
Author's Note: So…? Um is it lame? I hope I did't make it too corny! I promise the next chapter will be twice as good, so keep Reviewing!
*Sorry for not writing in such a long time! I've been pretty busy with school work and I just couldn't tear myself away to write more chapters! As promise here is the next chapter! Anxious? You should be! ^^*
Summary: Welcome to the Terra Vesta, an apartment complex situated just a couple of blocks from the Shopping District! A beautiful place where tendants check in but they never check out…Zombies, Nemesis, Umbrella, and those Brain-sucking things! Surviving might not be as easy as one might think…
(9:00 A.M Monday)
Mark lit another cigarete as he stared out the window soberly. It was getting pretty cold now and the moans of the dead were getting louder. It almost seemed like everyone in the city was gone but that was impossible! How could everyone just die one by one? Did't anyone put up a fight? There was no way that a whole city could be wiped out in just a couple of days! Sighing he slumped in an armchair and pressed his head aginst the palm of one of his hands. It was taking a painstakingly long time for Matt to reach the Police Headquarters, everything was out. Taking a long drag from the nicotine filled stick he puffed a couple of smokes before blowing them aginst the window. God, what a long day…the minute they walked into this freaking apartment was a fucking bad idea. It was swarmed with zombies, and just a couple of minutes ago a survivor was killed right in front of them by this crazy looking brain-sucking monster.
Not only, that but the constant sulking of his friend, Maxine, was starting to get to him. Groaning loudly as the last bits of ashes spilled out from the burned out cigarette, he got up and walked to the door. Peering through the peephole, he cringed when he saw how many of 'them' were out there. "This is just freaking great! I can't believe it, were stuck here!" shouted a furious Matt. Mark rubbed his temples and grinded his teeth repeatedly. (Please don't start whining…please!) Pushing heself up from her perch on one of the tables, Maxine gazed sadly at Matthew. "Matt, what did you get?" she asked fearfully. Mark seriously felt sorry for her the most, because here was the most wonderful girl he had ever met in his whole life and yet he couldn't do a damn thing. Matt shook his head and fell to the floor, racking sobs interfering with his speech. Walking over to the man, Maxine envoloped him in one of her bear hugs and lay her head softly aginst his shoulder. "It's okay…we'll find a way…somehow!" she whispered bravely.
Feeling somehwat of a sharp tinge of jealousy pull at his heart, Mark looked back down to the streets below. Good…the big monster had stopped banging on the doors and was now trudging away. A very very good sign, indeed!
"Nows, are chance if we can get through all those zombies we might just make it out of here!" Brian suggested. Getting up from his chair, he walked over to the bed where they had laid their weapons to rest on the way in. (There isn't even enough ammo to last us a freaking frackin' day! Aw! Bloody Hell!!)
Grabbing one of his guns from the aray, he checked the chamber and stalked towards the door. Looking back at the paled faces of his only companions, he eased the door open. So far, there were only a few zombies down the hall but since they were all the way down there wasting bullets would be critical. Nodding back to the others he stepped out and waited anxiously for the click of the lock. After the door was shut and immediately locked, Mark began to walk to the closest door.
(Aw…c'mon, Mark! No time for chilvary-shit, man! Just break the freaking door open!)
Placing his foot aginst the door, he brought it down roughly against the wooden frame, screaming as if in pain the door fell off it's hedges and flew inwards. Mark immediately backstepped as a couple, a man and a woman, obviously recently zombified. Judging from the way their skin looked all fresh and stuff. He grunted as the persistant female grabbed for his arm, throwing a right hand hook directed at her jaw, he watched almost in fascination as the zombie reeled backwards back into the room. The male zombie was a lot more stupider and did't even get a bite before finding a bullet dtaright through it's brain. Blood gushed onto the floor and onto Marks former white T-shirt.
Kicking in the rest of the door, he pointed his gun into the darkness and watched for any movement. Satisfied when he saw nothing he reached out and flicked the light switch. He almost wished he hadn't…cause there sprawled on the floor with her disconnected head pointed towards the sky was that female zombie he just punched. Grimacing at her dislocated head he stepped over her form and walked around. Throwing a couple of drawers around and rummagin through the whole damn place, Mark was happy to find one loaded Desert Eagle, a couple of clips for his gun, a Handgun, and a very cool looking swiss army knife. As he looked around werily for anything he may have missed, his eyesight caught a glinting from under the door to his left. Apparently, he restroom…swallowing the spit that started to flow in his mouh he walked forward hesitantly. Placing his hand on the cold steel knob he yanked it open and aimed into the darkness. Nothing…keeping out a cautious look around his surroundings, he bent down and picked up the key.
"Garage Key" he whsipered softly. Turning to walk out of the room, he stopped short when he heard a noise from inside the restroom. It almost sounded like bubbles emerging from some water, what was in there? Letting his curiousity win the best of him, he slowly stepped bck into the cold white tilled room. Gulping her peered into the tub, just some red water…wait! Red Water!?
Seeing more bubbles emerge from the darkened water, he stepped a little closer and peered over the side. Just more bubbles…leaning even more towards the water, he stared intently at the pool and aimed his gun. ARAGGGGGHHHHH! Screaming, he lept back and jumped out of the way as a zombie sitting up straight and grabbed at his shirt. "No! Let go!" cried Mark, Grabbing the knife that Carlos had given from earlier, he clucthed it tightly between bloodied hands and plunged it into the unsuspecting zombies head. It spasmed and coughed up more blood onto Mark's already denched shirt before falling back down into the water.
Taking a moment to regain his heart rate back, he breathed raggedly before getting back to his feet. (Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Don't you ever watch the scary movies!? Guys like you always die first!) Grabbing one of the towels from the rack, her began to dry off his clothes and hair. He seriously needed a bath…right now he reeked blood! Walking out of the restroom, he almost gaped when he saw that five zombies had already made it into the living room and were now shuffling towards him! Grabbing his gun, he aimed at the closest one and shot it splattering it's blood all over the nice carpet and causing it to fall backwards intot he one behind it.
Not wanting to become the next meal, Mark darted away from the room and down the hall, he smirked as he heard the frustrated groans of the zombies way behind him…
(10:00 AM Monday)
Grunting, Mark slung the bag onto his shoulders, already half the building had been cleaned out courtesy of yours truly. Although, it seemed to be a great idea, Mark, was starting to feel restless. So far, he wasted a good amount of ammo and the only hings he was able to find was a couple of keys, some guns, some ammo, and a map. Not a lot of help to them but it was a good supply to get them going. Walking back towards the stairs, he ran a sweaty hand thru his blood soaked hair. God, he stank and it was definitely starting to get the best of him…it was making him sick. Trudging up the stairs, Mark froze when his eyes landed on what appeared to be a mercenary, judging by the clothes and the really uthentic badge he was wearing, he was important. For now he lay in a pool of his own blood with his head no where in site. Seriously, Gruesome…and it was one bloody shame cause the man looked really strong. Walking slowly down the hall, he was about to turn and walk over the body but stopped when he saw something in his pocket. Bending down to examine it closer, he almost pissed in his pants when something dripped onto the back of his neck.
Touching the wet spot, he slowly brought it back to look at what it was and froze. Blood…raising his head up to look at the ceiling his mouth open to create a big O and he immediately jumped back as the 'missing head' fell to the ground in front of him. If he wasn't so scared he would have been screaming bloddy murder right about now but stood his ground as another one of those Brain-Suckers descended from the ventailation shaft.
"Shall we dance?" taunted Mark. The monster hissed in response and slashed at Mark. He grinned and jumped back kicking his heavy-footed-boot into the monsters bulging cranium. It howled in pain and hissed as blood spilled onto the ground. Darting away a few meters itstopped for a second before making a runningleap at Mark. He grunted as a slash met his side and he connected his fist with the chest of the monsters. Taking its vunlnerable state as an invitation, he aimed at the monsters head and blew its brains out. Breathing heavily from the extertion, he watched distastefully as the monster continued to have death spasms but it did't look like it was gonna get up…
"Good, I don't need anymore monsters trying to get a bite outta my ass!" he swore tiredly and continued down the hall.
Author's Note: So…? Um is it lame? I hope I did't make it too corny! I promise the next chapter will be twice as good, so keep Reviewing!