Chapter 8: Last Escape!
I'm back~ and I know I've been gone for a long time! I was just really busy over the past few months. Yet, finally a chance to finish came and now I'm here to write the next chapter! Anyways, I just want to thank those who have supported me in the past.Thanks a lot, guys! I really appreciate all your reviews, I really do. The story is coming to an end soon but that doesn't mean I'm gonna stop writing, there will be more stories I promise! Keep reviewing everybody! And if you thought 'Mistakes' was interesting, check out my other work! "City of the Walking Dead"* P.S. I realize that this whole thing is jumbled up and looks like shit! However! Please bear with me on this because I suck at HTML!!! I'm sorry for this annoying inconvenience. Blame it on the HTML.thank you.
Summary: Now that the apartment complex is starting to grow more and more infested with flesh eating zombies, Mark and the others can no longer hide away. Getting ready to escape they can only pray and hope that their luck will turn out. Will they find more survivors to work with or will they meet their eternal doom? Only time will tell..
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(12:00 PM Monday)
Matt ran one sweaty hand through his shaggy brown hair, resting his tired body against the frame of the wooden door, he sighed restlessly as the sound of gunfire vibrated through the silent night. It felt like forever since their Fearless Leader had left and now Matt was getting impatient. Lifting himself up from the floor, he began to pace back and forth in deep thought. "Stop pacing, it's starting to get seriously annoying!" Brian shouted. Matthew simply continued to pace but stopped for a minute to flip the other man off, in return he got a punch in the face. "He'll come back! Just stop worrying!" cried the other man. Rubbing his nose gingerly, Matt growled angrily as he got ready to retaliate before Max stepped in the way. "Will you both stop! Fighting will only cause more trouble, and believe me that's not what we need right about now! Mark will come back for us, I know it!" "Well, you seem so confident, Max! I'd think you actually cared about that loser!" *SMACK* He reeled back in shock as the flat of Max's palm met his cheek, her expression nothing short of fury. "Please, Matt...what we don't need right now is conflict between us. In case you forgot, were stuck in a room surrounded on all sides by zombies! So, get your act together, dumbass!" For a while, no one said a word, either conflicted with their own problems or worried about what was going on outside. Things were not looking any better and Max started to get more worried.maybe something had happened to Mark on the way back? She didn't want to make any assumptions but if Mark's familiar face didn't past through that door frame in another hour. They were screwed.
(12:30 PM Monday)
Mark was stupid to think that he had succeeded in wiping out the whole building's infestation of zombies and monsters in such a short time.there were just too many to begin with! He was beside himself with grief and there was nothing he could do about his current situation. No ammo or supplies, and he had searched the whole building! This was bad.really bad. Chances of getting back to the others were slim, since some of the dead had now awaken and were wandering the halls again. He now sat, defeated, on a second floor bed tossing his used up bullets in a pile before the door. "That was lucky.oh! And that was lucky, too!" he smirked as he tossed another one of the bullets away. This was all pointless to begin with! It made him wonder why the hell he even left the security of the room in the first place. Just what was he planning to do? Play hero and save the day? Impossible! Compared to those undead freaks out there, it seemed like he was more of a prey than a hunter. There was just no hope! How could anyone survive this?! One bite, scratch, or any other contact with those things was a sure way of ending up like the rest of them! And who knows! He might even be infected with a disease and just not know it. Afterall, who could tell with all this blood on his clothes? Mark was ready to give up and hopefully if the others were smart; they would get up and leave while they still had a chance. Pushing himself away from the warm snugness of the bed, Mark scratched his head and walked over to the window. The city was gone; it was too late for Raccoon. Eventually, the government would hear about this and send something over.but when the missiles would hit was the main problem. For all we know it could be heading towards the city now.and with that thought, Mark concluded that they had to escape, they had to survive. One problem though.what would they do once they got out? Where could they go? There wasn't a map that directed them to where the escape might be, this wasn't a video game where the character can just go to a building and find it packed with endless supplies of ammo and guns. This was real.and there was no medicine for bite marks and scratches. If you got hurt now, you would simply be left behind. This was insanity at it's peak and Mark just knew he wasn't going to make it.no, he was going to get killed sooner or later. Yes, he could see it now. Leading the others into a building, he thought safe and leaving them behind to look for provisions. What a wonderful plan! Surely, the zombies would sniff him out and come running to his door, clawing and moaning like they always do. Undead Bastards.they would get him eventually. So, when he heard the various gunfire and the shouting voices he didn't realize that they were real. Those melodic voices.. Had help finally come? Wait.wait for me! Mark pushed away from the window and launched himself towards the door, pulling it open his eyes widened as he came face to face with a zombie. Too late, he squeezed his eyes shut and winced as something cool and slimy hit his face. Something grabbed him and he blindly punched it, his fear turning into dread.Was he still alive? "Hey, what the hell you bastard! What do you think your doing!?" a female voice cried. Eyes snapping open, Mark looked down at his feet and nearly let out a relieved cry of joy when he saw a girl rubbing her cheek tenderly, a shotgun left smoking a few meters away. "God, I try saving your ass and you punch me! You fucking punched me!" Ignoring the girl's angry shouts, Mark brushed her aside and ran over to the gun, checking its chamber in the process. "Yes.there's still ammo left." The girl's head whirled around and she growled as she rushed Mark and grabbed the shotgun away, her face red with anger. "This is MY Gun! And that zombie there would have killed you if it wasn't for ME!" backing away from Mark she tossed him a hard glare before making her way down the hall. "Hey, don't take it personally, alright! I didn't know!" he quickly broke into a sprint after the girl as she disappeared through a door. Stepping in after her, Mark stopped dead in his tracks as the cold steel of a gun pressed up against his temple. "This the jerk that punched you, Alex?" Mark looked over to his side and gulped as he came face to face with another big burly man. "Just who do you think you are? Obviously, she was trying to help you." he groaned outloud as he gave the girl an exasperated look. "Oh, for the love of god! I just did it on impulse! I didn't know the girl was a human until I realized I was still alive!" For a moment, no one moved and only the sound of his or her breathing could be heard. Slowly but hesitantly the gun was withdrawn from it's place and Mark let out a long sigh of relief. "I'm Frank Kendo and she's Alexis Anderson, we were just passing by when we heard gunfire and came to see if anyone needed help." The girl, Alexis, gave a loud snort and crossed her arms defiantly across her chest. Mark silently noted how hot-tempered she must be and decided not to get in her way in the future, she almost reminded him of Maxine. Then it hit him. The others were still locked up on the top floor, waiting for him! Just how long had he gone? An hour? Or maybe even longer than that! Turning to his new companions, Mark gave them a frustrated look and held out his hand. "I need a gun! Quick! I left my friends up on the top floor and I need to get them out of there before those monsters reach them first!" fumbling with the gun on his belt, Frank tossed a HKV. Browning in Mark's direction and turned to Alex. "What do you say? Should we help him?" before she could answer, however, Mark was out the door and in the hall firing away. Looking over at Frank she let out a tired groan and nodded her head reluctantly. Might as well keep the big oaf from being killed again.besides he was a survivor and Alex knew that there was no way she could leave another person behind!
(1:00 PM Monday) Maxine was pacing back and forth, wringing her hands in worry. It had been exactly three hours since Mark had left their room and now the loud gunfire had ceased. Maybe he was dead? No.he wouldn't just leave them like this! Mark was strong, he was tough. Of course, he would come back. Ever since Sydney had vanished, Maxine had come to realize that he was truly dead. He wasn't tough and he could never last against all those monsters down on the streets. It was hard to accept and to consider someone so close to her gone but what else could she believe!? If he wasn't dead then where was he? Rather to accept the truth then to drive herself crazy with assumptions.yet, she knew deep down Mark was still alive. He was a survivor. "Okay, that's it! We can't wait any longer! After, Brian comes back were leaving. Mark isn't going to come back, Max." Sending a sharp look in Matt's direction, she glared silently at the door as she heard the man sigh in frustration. This was hell.why couldn't it have been Matt out there instead of Brain and Mark? Abruptly her train of thought was cut off as a sharp rapping on the door forced her to run over and throw it open, allowing Brian in. "Shit! Were screwed! There is no way we can make it back down. The zombies are everywhere! I didn't find Mark or any survivors but I did find a cellular phone.there seems to be enough power to call the police." Reaching into his pockets, he tossed a phone over to Maxine and turned to collapse onto the bed. Looking at it for a minute, Maxine looked over to Matt and Brain before dialing in the number for the police over in the next town. The sound of ringing reached her ears and Max's breath hitched in her throat as the phone was picked up. "Hello, this is the Oakland City Police Department. We are sorry to inform you that at this time are operatives are occupied and our officers are out in the field. If this is an emergency and can not hold, please call the Raccoon City Police Department at 1(432) 857- 007, thank you." *click* Maxine cursed under her breath the sound of the dial tone loud in clear, vibrating in her ear. Closing the cellular phone slowly, Maxine threw it on the bed and looked over to her two companions. If the officers outside of town were occupied, that meant no one would come for them and if anyone had acknowledged what was going on.a nuclear bomb could be headed their way. They couldn't wait. If Mark was dead then they would be wasting time, they would head over to Bar Jack and see Jill. Maybe she had some information on what was going on. Reaching for her gun, Maxine walked over to the bathroom and looked out the window, fire escape and an alleyway. They could get out this way. Unlocking the heavy steel bars and pushing them outwards, Max put both hands on the side of the window and pulled herself out. Jumping down onto the steel grating, Max winced at the sound her boots made and looked anxiously at the front of the alley. "Brian! Matt! C'mon! Were getting out of this joint!" she whispered harshly towards the window. After a few minutes of shuffling and moving, Brian suddenly appeared in the window, his gun holstered in his pant pocket. Smiling uncertainly in Max's direction, he jumped down from the windowsill and fell unceremoniously on the grating. "SHI-!" came his muffled cry and he quickly jumped to his feet, his hand rubbing his backside. He gave Max an apologetic look before looking back up towards the window. Matt appeared next, his eyes searching below for anything that moved, his hands shaking slightly, grabbing onto the sill.he started when a loud bang irrupted from the living room and moans filled the air. Max and Brian's eyes grew wide and they gestured frantically for him to hurry up. Not taking a minute to think about what he was doing, Matt jumped and fell out of the window fast, his body plummeting forward and hitting the ground with a dull thud. Time stopped. Moans filled the air. Then Maxine screamed.
(2:30 PM Monday)
"Matt! Wake up! Please! Matt!" Max cried. Everything had been fine up until, Matt panicked and fell from the window. Brian had tried to get down to see if he was still alive but the ladder was locked into place by a lock device and he didn't know the code. Below the fall seemed pretty steep (15- ft maybe?) and Matt's still form made them feel a sudden sense of dread. It wasn't until they saw him twitch a bit that they realized he was still breathing! Tears invaded her eyes and Max slid slowly to the floor, her face buried in her trembling hands. What were they going to do? If they didn't help Matt he was as good as dead. Next to her, Brian shifted uneasily to the left his gaze looking down the alley, maybe if he looked around he could find some sort of clue? Looking back at Maxine, Brian shoulders slumped helplessly and he watched as she cried herself into a restless sleep. Nodding to himself, Brian walked over to her and wrapped her up in his leather jacket, taking one last glance at her shivering form, he walked down the grating and towards the other side of the building.
(Brian's Scenario)
Brian kicked away the dead body of a man, blocking his way to the door at the end of the grating. The man's hands wrapped securely over an empty beretta; his face distorted and his flesh dotted with green specks of fuzz. Brian grimaced as a white slimy maggot wormed it's way through the corpses lips and fell with a splat on the floor. (Disgusting!) Edging away from the body, Brian reached for the door handle and smiled when it open with a small click. Fresh air met his sweaty face and he smiled triumphantly at his find, the room was small and very crowded, papers littered the floor and a typewriter stood off to one side and a big brown chest on the opposite wall. Walking over to the table with the typewriter, Brian cocked an eyebrow as he found a small letter nestled into the typewriter. Reaching for the paper, he held up and began to read:
To: Frank Sullivan September 4, 1998
Since you're new here, I'll cut you some slack and tell you everything. Things your boss doesn't want anyone to know and believe me when I say this. Because this IS far more advanced then rookies like you can handle but since you are Joe's brother, he believes we can all trust you. I hope he's right. Well, I'm apart of a small rebel group here in the city called "The Jackals" and basically were protesters fighting against Umbrella's so called "Medical Research" campaign. Your friends.are supporters and people who fight for Umbrella. They're our enemies. Anyway's, I'll get right down to the point. The owner of the apartment building is a stand in for Umbrella, a person who observes how things are going and reports to the company after every week. I'll assume that by now everyone in the complex is infected with the viral disease, G-virus. I only pray that you haven't been affected yet, Frankie. Supposedly, another shipment of the virus will be brought in today by the *Mailman* I want you out of there before then all right? (These letters are all mixed up! It seems like the person just decided to pick up the pen again.The next letters seemed to be written recently.)
To: Richard Anderson September 18, 1998
Hey, Rick. Thanks for the heads up on Umbrella.it really saved me from a lot of trouble. Just the other day the property owner, John, came to my door to ask me a few questions about what was happening lately. It was strange, really.he just wouldn't shut up about all that crap on the cannibal murders! Our conversation sounded more like an interrogation than a friendly chat among friends. Not to mention, he seemed really suspicious of me. Like he expected me to go running to my superiors! I'm telling you it sucks to be a rebel in sheep's clothing. I mean, I'm practically surrounded by Umbrella, I mean I almost let out our secret when a couple of the residents cracked a joke about our resistance. They don't know shit.eventually they'll realize how wrong they were, when they're own creations turn on them. I know it may seem sudden but I'm thinking about resigning from the team. Joseph already knows about what I am planning to do, so, he's okay with it. I really don't want to be around when those creatures break lose and start killing people. So, I rather run away and fight again later. Afterall, what's the point of dying now anyway? Take my advice and leave while you still can----leave before Irons puts Raccoon under martial law!
September 27, 1998
Umbrella has gotten more power over the past few days and now it's too late. Greg informed me that Umbrella is keeping some sort of weird monster called a "Licker" in the basement.and I can only hope that it will never be released. Therefore, as I sit here writing this, I am in the process of watching the door, waiting anxiously for those monsters to get me. I was watching the news when the latest report came on and it looks like Raccoon is finished. This letter may seem hard to digest but already I can feel the effects of the virus spreading through my body. The Jackals are finsihed.monsters of Umbrella wiped out every single one of our men and most of them now lie sick or dying. By the time, you read this I will most likely be dead and I am sorry for your loss. Joseph was my best friend and a great leader. He fought bravely until his demise and he was glad you were out of town when the outbreak occurred. I'm sorry I didn't come with you and Sarah to Oakland.but I didn't want to leave my comrades behind. Us Jackals moved in a pack and wherever the pack went, I would always follow. This is the end; I can feel myself changing as I continue this will. Before, the process is complete, I will swallow a bullet in order to stop myself from returning and killing more innocent people. I only wish that we could have stopped them before things got out of hand but it seems as if we failed. Please don't forget me.Leila. I hope you know that my dying thoughts will be filled with memories of you and me together. Sincerely, Richard Anderson (1959-1998)
Brian sighed sadly as he read the last words from the dead man's will and looked towards the door in sympathy. Seems like the dead person out there was this man, Richard, he wasn't lying when he had said he was going to kill himself. What a noble and yet morbid thing to do.it seems like it would be the best thing to do if one was infected. Brian secretly vowed that he would do the same thing if he were infected too. Besides, having to wander the streets without a soul and killing people that may very well be your own family is just plain sick. How could those things kill without a single thread of mercy? Brian shook his head sadly as he took one last look around and stuffed the papers into his pack, finding only an ink ribbon and a first aid can, walking over to the brown chest next to the wall he dumped the ink ribbon in and left the room quickly. The room was beginning to make him sick, anyway.stepping over the dead body, Brian traced his steps back to where the code tracker was and looked at it. At the bottom of the man's name on the very last letter were dates from which he was born up until he died. Pushing the numbers in, Brian silently prayed a small prayer and almost jumped in the air when a loud screech was heard. The ladder was descending down slowly but sure enough, the codes had worked! Turning to announce his find, Brian's eyes widened when he found that the space where Maxine should have been was empty.
(Maxine's Scenario)
Maxine winced as she felt the blood rush back to her legs, her neck sore and her body cold. The night was still and the only sound that accompanied the night was the sound of the wind and distant moaning. Max pushed herself up from the ground and looked around anxiously. Where was Brian!? She couldn't see any trace of him in the dim light of the street lamp but she could see that he must have went to look around. He had left his jacket behind, which meant he hadn't abandoned her. Looking back down to where Matt's body still lay, shivering against the cold floor, Max sighed helplessly as she began to trudge along one side of the grating. Maybe she could find a rope or something? Maybe even the codes to the ladder.quickening her pace, Max was about to turn a corner when she saw a ladder going down towards a familiar building. "Bar Jack!" she whispered excitedly. If she could get Jill and Carlo's help, then they could help get Matt! Running over to the ladder, Max gripped the bars tightly as she began down, the jacket making rustling noises in the process. Jumping down to an elevated grating, she could see a Dumpster and a few zombies wandering around. Not bad, considering how big the area expanded in. Aiming the gun at the nearest zombie, she let the bullets fly and watched as it went down. Repeating the process repeatedly proved useful and soon all the zombies lay on the floor in a puddle of their own blood. Just as she was about to leave, Max spotted a few green plants off to the side in two neat pots and she pulled them out quickly. Bora Bora plants came in three different colors: Green, Red, and Blue. Mixing them can create good medicine and since their often grown in the Raccoon area, there should be plenty of them around! Perhaps, their effects can stop some of the wounds that she or someone else may have in the future. It was a good thought.and smiling softly to herself she took the stairs down and jumped onto the Dumpster. Something white caught her eye and she grinned despite herself relief flooding through her. Reaching for the map, she skimmed it quickly and her grin grew wider. So far So good! Jumping off the Dumpster, Max hurried over to the door and tugged on the knob. "Locked!" and she kicked the door in frustration. Footsteps inside moved and something that sounded like a clicking could be heard. Breathing in and then breathing out, she got ready to shout and let out a small cry as something searing hot entered her body.
(3:00 PM Monday)
Jill was terrified. Being the only S.T.A.R.S. member left alive in the town, she was doomed to be hunted forever by some tyrant called the Nemesis. It was surprising to see the monster up close once entering the station, and it was horrific to see Brad die at it's hands. (Soon it'll be me.) Luckily, she bumped into Carlos, and if it weren't for him she'd be a zombie by now.she was in his debt. A couple of hours back, Jill and Carlos had the luck of meeting a few of Raccoon City's civilians. Still intact, thank god. They seemed like nice people; just working towards an escape route, people who had no idea on what the hell was going on. Jill believed it wasn't their fault for being in a place at the wrong time, for, when the Nemesis saw them he most likely made it his job to find them and finish them off. Umbrella didn't want any witnesses to survive including Julianne Valentine. Yes, that was her real name.but after her father died she decided to shortened it to just plain Jill. The name reminded her of her mother, who had died when she was five. Thinking of her family saddened her and she quickly brought herself back to reality, things had just gotten worse. On their way to the café they bumped into one of Carlos' commanders, one mean motherfucker named Nicholai. The minute Jill looked into his face she knew he hated her, by the way, he spat out her name and the way his cold Grey eyes kept narrowing in her direction. He'd be happy to rid himself of her the minute trouble came and she looked at Carlos in dismay. He seemed to get the picture and tried to talk with the other man. Nicholai being an asshole as usual decided to come with them on their little trip anyway and waltzed ahead like he was the leader. Cursing under her breath, she trudged after the man as he plowed through the doors, taking out zombies before she even had a chance to raise her gun. Jill was seething in anger by now as they quickly entered the bar, but despite being angry Jill couldn't help but feel remorse as she thought of Brad. Sure, he was a chicken, a loser, a jerk, a dumbass, and a cowardly piece of shit-who-left- them-behind-in-the-middle-of-a-forest-to-get-eaten! Nevertheless, he was apart of the team and Jill couldn't help but feel sorry for the guy. She wouldn't forget him. Sitting on a barstool, she waited patiently for the survivors to come, her mind a jumble of thoughts and memories, that she had no idea what the time was and how long they had waited. It wasn't until Carlos cursed in Spanish that she realized they've been waiting for three hours! Yes, it would take awhile for them to get here but since it wasn't too far from where they first met, they should have been at the door a long time ago. Eyes wide in panic, she began to run for the door, when the knob started to jiggle and the signs of someone trying to get in made her jump back in alarm. She knew zombies were stupid but one thing she did learn from the Spencer Mansion was that zombies *could* open doors if they wanted to. She took out her gun as a reflex and waited for the monster to rear it's ugly head, but before she could even blink Nicholai pulled the trigger and a loud cry erupted from behind the door.dread filled her heart and she dropped her gun in shock, he had shot a survivor! Running to the door, she flung it open and grabbed the person inside, her throat contracting and her hands searching for the blood. Carlos came over and turned the person over and he gasped when he saw whom it was.it was that girl they met back at their first meeting, Maxine wasn't it? From the look of it, she was badly hurt and her breaths came out erratic. Jill was so shocked that she almost thought the girl was going to die but before they could say anything she was hauled up by her collar by Nicholai and pushed to the side. He grabbed what looked like a chef's knife out of his vest and slowly cut the area around the wound, Carlos immediately falling to his knees to hold Maxine down, taking out what looked like a white surgical glove from his pocket; he took his forefingers and reached into the wound. Maxine screamed as blood gushed out of the wound and Jill quickly went down on her knees to help Carlos. Gripping onto the cold steel of the bullet, Nicholai tugged on it hard and pulled it out with a splash of red blood. Reaching into one of her pockets, Jill found a mixed herb of Green, Blue, and Red herbs and applied the mixture quickly on the wound. Taking out a binding bandage, Carlos wrapped it securely around Maxine's waist and tied it off. Hauling the girl off the floor, Carlos lay her body on the counter and looked to Jill expectably. She nodded and handed over her white jacket, so, he could cover Maxine up. After he was finished he turned around and gave a small lopsided grin, they didn't make such a bad team afterall, maybe Nicholai had some compassion? When was the last time, he ever decided to help a stranger when they were hurt? Certainly not within the time, Carlos knew him. This was a real shocker. Maybe there was still hope for the commander, yet?
Author's Note: Whoo! This was a long ass chapter! I really hoped this satisfies all of you. It has been so long since I last written and I just decided to go back and start to finish it up. This story is starting to get a bit complicated but I'm thinking about writing some sort of AU storyline? I mean, do you people really think Nicholai would help some stranger he shot? Ummm, no. But anyways! I'm open for any more suggestions, so, if you got any more things that you would like me to add. Then it better be soon, cause the next chapter will be the last. Maybe I'll even write a sequel, hmm? ^O^
I'm back~ and I know I've been gone for a long time! I was just really busy over the past few months. Yet, finally a chance to finish came and now I'm here to write the next chapter! Anyways, I just want to thank those who have supported me in the past.Thanks a lot, guys! I really appreciate all your reviews, I really do. The story is coming to an end soon but that doesn't mean I'm gonna stop writing, there will be more stories I promise! Keep reviewing everybody! And if you thought 'Mistakes' was interesting, check out my other work! "City of the Walking Dead"* P.S. I realize that this whole thing is jumbled up and looks like shit! However! Please bear with me on this because I suck at HTML!!! I'm sorry for this annoying inconvenience. Blame it on the HTML.thank you.
Summary: Now that the apartment complex is starting to grow more and more infested with flesh eating zombies, Mark and the others can no longer hide away. Getting ready to escape they can only pray and hope that their luck will turn out. Will they find more survivors to work with or will they meet their eternal doom? Only time will tell..
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(12:00 PM Monday)
Matt ran one sweaty hand through his shaggy brown hair, resting his tired body against the frame of the wooden door, he sighed restlessly as the sound of gunfire vibrated through the silent night. It felt like forever since their Fearless Leader had left and now Matt was getting impatient. Lifting himself up from the floor, he began to pace back and forth in deep thought. "Stop pacing, it's starting to get seriously annoying!" Brian shouted. Matthew simply continued to pace but stopped for a minute to flip the other man off, in return he got a punch in the face. "He'll come back! Just stop worrying!" cried the other man. Rubbing his nose gingerly, Matt growled angrily as he got ready to retaliate before Max stepped in the way. "Will you both stop! Fighting will only cause more trouble, and believe me that's not what we need right about now! Mark will come back for us, I know it!" "Well, you seem so confident, Max! I'd think you actually cared about that loser!" *SMACK* He reeled back in shock as the flat of Max's palm met his cheek, her expression nothing short of fury. "Please, Matt...what we don't need right now is conflict between us. In case you forgot, were stuck in a room surrounded on all sides by zombies! So, get your act together, dumbass!" For a while, no one said a word, either conflicted with their own problems or worried about what was going on outside. Things were not looking any better and Max started to get more worried.maybe something had happened to Mark on the way back? She didn't want to make any assumptions but if Mark's familiar face didn't past through that door frame in another hour. They were screwed.
(12:30 PM Monday)
Mark was stupid to think that he had succeeded in wiping out the whole building's infestation of zombies and monsters in such a short time.there were just too many to begin with! He was beside himself with grief and there was nothing he could do about his current situation. No ammo or supplies, and he had searched the whole building! This was bad.really bad. Chances of getting back to the others were slim, since some of the dead had now awaken and were wandering the halls again. He now sat, defeated, on a second floor bed tossing his used up bullets in a pile before the door. "That was lucky.oh! And that was lucky, too!" he smirked as he tossed another one of the bullets away. This was all pointless to begin with! It made him wonder why the hell he even left the security of the room in the first place. Just what was he planning to do? Play hero and save the day? Impossible! Compared to those undead freaks out there, it seemed like he was more of a prey than a hunter. There was just no hope! How could anyone survive this?! One bite, scratch, or any other contact with those things was a sure way of ending up like the rest of them! And who knows! He might even be infected with a disease and just not know it. Afterall, who could tell with all this blood on his clothes? Mark was ready to give up and hopefully if the others were smart; they would get up and leave while they still had a chance. Pushing himself away from the warm snugness of the bed, Mark scratched his head and walked over to the window. The city was gone; it was too late for Raccoon. Eventually, the government would hear about this and send something over.but when the missiles would hit was the main problem. For all we know it could be heading towards the city now.and with that thought, Mark concluded that they had to escape, they had to survive. One problem though.what would they do once they got out? Where could they go? There wasn't a map that directed them to where the escape might be, this wasn't a video game where the character can just go to a building and find it packed with endless supplies of ammo and guns. This was real.and there was no medicine for bite marks and scratches. If you got hurt now, you would simply be left behind. This was insanity at it's peak and Mark just knew he wasn't going to make it.no, he was going to get killed sooner or later. Yes, he could see it now. Leading the others into a building, he thought safe and leaving them behind to look for provisions. What a wonderful plan! Surely, the zombies would sniff him out and come running to his door, clawing and moaning like they always do. Undead Bastards.they would get him eventually. So, when he heard the various gunfire and the shouting voices he didn't realize that they were real. Those melodic voices.. Had help finally come? Wait.wait for me! Mark pushed away from the window and launched himself towards the door, pulling it open his eyes widened as he came face to face with a zombie. Too late, he squeezed his eyes shut and winced as something cool and slimy hit his face. Something grabbed him and he blindly punched it, his fear turning into dread.Was he still alive? "Hey, what the hell you bastard! What do you think your doing!?" a female voice cried. Eyes snapping open, Mark looked down at his feet and nearly let out a relieved cry of joy when he saw a girl rubbing her cheek tenderly, a shotgun left smoking a few meters away. "God, I try saving your ass and you punch me! You fucking punched me!" Ignoring the girl's angry shouts, Mark brushed her aside and ran over to the gun, checking its chamber in the process. "Yes.there's still ammo left." The girl's head whirled around and she growled as she rushed Mark and grabbed the shotgun away, her face red with anger. "This is MY Gun! And that zombie there would have killed you if it wasn't for ME!" backing away from Mark she tossed him a hard glare before making her way down the hall. "Hey, don't take it personally, alright! I didn't know!" he quickly broke into a sprint after the girl as she disappeared through a door. Stepping in after her, Mark stopped dead in his tracks as the cold steel of a gun pressed up against his temple. "This the jerk that punched you, Alex?" Mark looked over to his side and gulped as he came face to face with another big burly man. "Just who do you think you are? Obviously, she was trying to help you." he groaned outloud as he gave the girl an exasperated look. "Oh, for the love of god! I just did it on impulse! I didn't know the girl was a human until I realized I was still alive!" For a moment, no one moved and only the sound of his or her breathing could be heard. Slowly but hesitantly the gun was withdrawn from it's place and Mark let out a long sigh of relief. "I'm Frank Kendo and she's Alexis Anderson, we were just passing by when we heard gunfire and came to see if anyone needed help." The girl, Alexis, gave a loud snort and crossed her arms defiantly across her chest. Mark silently noted how hot-tempered she must be and decided not to get in her way in the future, she almost reminded him of Maxine. Then it hit him. The others were still locked up on the top floor, waiting for him! Just how long had he gone? An hour? Or maybe even longer than that! Turning to his new companions, Mark gave them a frustrated look and held out his hand. "I need a gun! Quick! I left my friends up on the top floor and I need to get them out of there before those monsters reach them first!" fumbling with the gun on his belt, Frank tossed a HKV. Browning in Mark's direction and turned to Alex. "What do you say? Should we help him?" before she could answer, however, Mark was out the door and in the hall firing away. Looking over at Frank she let out a tired groan and nodded her head reluctantly. Might as well keep the big oaf from being killed again.besides he was a survivor and Alex knew that there was no way she could leave another person behind!
(1:00 PM Monday) Maxine was pacing back and forth, wringing her hands in worry. It had been exactly three hours since Mark had left their room and now the loud gunfire had ceased. Maybe he was dead? No.he wouldn't just leave them like this! Mark was strong, he was tough. Of course, he would come back. Ever since Sydney had vanished, Maxine had come to realize that he was truly dead. He wasn't tough and he could never last against all those monsters down on the streets. It was hard to accept and to consider someone so close to her gone but what else could she believe!? If he wasn't dead then where was he? Rather to accept the truth then to drive herself crazy with assumptions.yet, she knew deep down Mark was still alive. He was a survivor. "Okay, that's it! We can't wait any longer! After, Brian comes back were leaving. Mark isn't going to come back, Max." Sending a sharp look in Matt's direction, she glared silently at the door as she heard the man sigh in frustration. This was hell.why couldn't it have been Matt out there instead of Brain and Mark? Abruptly her train of thought was cut off as a sharp rapping on the door forced her to run over and throw it open, allowing Brian in. "Shit! Were screwed! There is no way we can make it back down. The zombies are everywhere! I didn't find Mark or any survivors but I did find a cellular phone.there seems to be enough power to call the police." Reaching into his pockets, he tossed a phone over to Maxine and turned to collapse onto the bed. Looking at it for a minute, Maxine looked over to Matt and Brain before dialing in the number for the police over in the next town. The sound of ringing reached her ears and Max's breath hitched in her throat as the phone was picked up. "Hello, this is the Oakland City Police Department. We are sorry to inform you that at this time are operatives are occupied and our officers are out in the field. If this is an emergency and can not hold, please call the Raccoon City Police Department at 1(432) 857- 007, thank you." *click* Maxine cursed under her breath the sound of the dial tone loud in clear, vibrating in her ear. Closing the cellular phone slowly, Maxine threw it on the bed and looked over to her two companions. If the officers outside of town were occupied, that meant no one would come for them and if anyone had acknowledged what was going on.a nuclear bomb could be headed their way. They couldn't wait. If Mark was dead then they would be wasting time, they would head over to Bar Jack and see Jill. Maybe she had some information on what was going on. Reaching for her gun, Maxine walked over to the bathroom and looked out the window, fire escape and an alleyway. They could get out this way. Unlocking the heavy steel bars and pushing them outwards, Max put both hands on the side of the window and pulled herself out. Jumping down onto the steel grating, Max winced at the sound her boots made and looked anxiously at the front of the alley. "Brian! Matt! C'mon! Were getting out of this joint!" she whispered harshly towards the window. After a few minutes of shuffling and moving, Brian suddenly appeared in the window, his gun holstered in his pant pocket. Smiling uncertainly in Max's direction, he jumped down from the windowsill and fell unceremoniously on the grating. "SHI-!" came his muffled cry and he quickly jumped to his feet, his hand rubbing his backside. He gave Max an apologetic look before looking back up towards the window. Matt appeared next, his eyes searching below for anything that moved, his hands shaking slightly, grabbing onto the sill.he started when a loud bang irrupted from the living room and moans filled the air. Max and Brian's eyes grew wide and they gestured frantically for him to hurry up. Not taking a minute to think about what he was doing, Matt jumped and fell out of the window fast, his body plummeting forward and hitting the ground with a dull thud. Time stopped. Moans filled the air. Then Maxine screamed.
(2:30 PM Monday)
"Matt! Wake up! Please! Matt!" Max cried. Everything had been fine up until, Matt panicked and fell from the window. Brian had tried to get down to see if he was still alive but the ladder was locked into place by a lock device and he didn't know the code. Below the fall seemed pretty steep (15- ft maybe?) and Matt's still form made them feel a sudden sense of dread. It wasn't until they saw him twitch a bit that they realized he was still breathing! Tears invaded her eyes and Max slid slowly to the floor, her face buried in her trembling hands. What were they going to do? If they didn't help Matt he was as good as dead. Next to her, Brian shifted uneasily to the left his gaze looking down the alley, maybe if he looked around he could find some sort of clue? Looking back at Maxine, Brian shoulders slumped helplessly and he watched as she cried herself into a restless sleep. Nodding to himself, Brian walked over to her and wrapped her up in his leather jacket, taking one last glance at her shivering form, he walked down the grating and towards the other side of the building.
(Brian's Scenario)
Brian kicked away the dead body of a man, blocking his way to the door at the end of the grating. The man's hands wrapped securely over an empty beretta; his face distorted and his flesh dotted with green specks of fuzz. Brian grimaced as a white slimy maggot wormed it's way through the corpses lips and fell with a splat on the floor. (Disgusting!) Edging away from the body, Brian reached for the door handle and smiled when it open with a small click. Fresh air met his sweaty face and he smiled triumphantly at his find, the room was small and very crowded, papers littered the floor and a typewriter stood off to one side and a big brown chest on the opposite wall. Walking over to the table with the typewriter, Brian cocked an eyebrow as he found a small letter nestled into the typewriter. Reaching for the paper, he held up and began to read:
To: Frank Sullivan September 4, 1998
Since you're new here, I'll cut you some slack and tell you everything. Things your boss doesn't want anyone to know and believe me when I say this. Because this IS far more advanced then rookies like you can handle but since you are Joe's brother, he believes we can all trust you. I hope he's right. Well, I'm apart of a small rebel group here in the city called "The Jackals" and basically were protesters fighting against Umbrella's so called "Medical Research" campaign. Your friends.are supporters and people who fight for Umbrella. They're our enemies. Anyway's, I'll get right down to the point. The owner of the apartment building is a stand in for Umbrella, a person who observes how things are going and reports to the company after every week. I'll assume that by now everyone in the complex is infected with the viral disease, G-virus. I only pray that you haven't been affected yet, Frankie. Supposedly, another shipment of the virus will be brought in today by the *Mailman* I want you out of there before then all right? (These letters are all mixed up! It seems like the person just decided to pick up the pen again.The next letters seemed to be written recently.)
To: Richard Anderson September 18, 1998
Hey, Rick. Thanks for the heads up on Umbrella.it really saved me from a lot of trouble. Just the other day the property owner, John, came to my door to ask me a few questions about what was happening lately. It was strange, really.he just wouldn't shut up about all that crap on the cannibal murders! Our conversation sounded more like an interrogation than a friendly chat among friends. Not to mention, he seemed really suspicious of me. Like he expected me to go running to my superiors! I'm telling you it sucks to be a rebel in sheep's clothing. I mean, I'm practically surrounded by Umbrella, I mean I almost let out our secret when a couple of the residents cracked a joke about our resistance. They don't know shit.eventually they'll realize how wrong they were, when they're own creations turn on them. I know it may seem sudden but I'm thinking about resigning from the team. Joseph already knows about what I am planning to do, so, he's okay with it. I really don't want to be around when those creatures break lose and start killing people. So, I rather run away and fight again later. Afterall, what's the point of dying now anyway? Take my advice and leave while you still can----leave before Irons puts Raccoon under martial law!
September 27, 1998
Umbrella has gotten more power over the past few days and now it's too late. Greg informed me that Umbrella is keeping some sort of weird monster called a "Licker" in the basement.and I can only hope that it will never be released. Therefore, as I sit here writing this, I am in the process of watching the door, waiting anxiously for those monsters to get me. I was watching the news when the latest report came on and it looks like Raccoon is finished. This letter may seem hard to digest but already I can feel the effects of the virus spreading through my body. The Jackals are finsihed.monsters of Umbrella wiped out every single one of our men and most of them now lie sick or dying. By the time, you read this I will most likely be dead and I am sorry for your loss. Joseph was my best friend and a great leader. He fought bravely until his demise and he was glad you were out of town when the outbreak occurred. I'm sorry I didn't come with you and Sarah to Oakland.but I didn't want to leave my comrades behind. Us Jackals moved in a pack and wherever the pack went, I would always follow. This is the end; I can feel myself changing as I continue this will. Before, the process is complete, I will swallow a bullet in order to stop myself from returning and killing more innocent people. I only wish that we could have stopped them before things got out of hand but it seems as if we failed. Please don't forget me.Leila. I hope you know that my dying thoughts will be filled with memories of you and me together. Sincerely, Richard Anderson (1959-1998)
Brian sighed sadly as he read the last words from the dead man's will and looked towards the door in sympathy. Seems like the dead person out there was this man, Richard, he wasn't lying when he had said he was going to kill himself. What a noble and yet morbid thing to do.it seems like it would be the best thing to do if one was infected. Brian secretly vowed that he would do the same thing if he were infected too. Besides, having to wander the streets without a soul and killing people that may very well be your own family is just plain sick. How could those things kill without a single thread of mercy? Brian shook his head sadly as he took one last look around and stuffed the papers into his pack, finding only an ink ribbon and a first aid can, walking over to the brown chest next to the wall he dumped the ink ribbon in and left the room quickly. The room was beginning to make him sick, anyway.stepping over the dead body, Brian traced his steps back to where the code tracker was and looked at it. At the bottom of the man's name on the very last letter were dates from which he was born up until he died. Pushing the numbers in, Brian silently prayed a small prayer and almost jumped in the air when a loud screech was heard. The ladder was descending down slowly but sure enough, the codes had worked! Turning to announce his find, Brian's eyes widened when he found that the space where Maxine should have been was empty.
(Maxine's Scenario)
Maxine winced as she felt the blood rush back to her legs, her neck sore and her body cold. The night was still and the only sound that accompanied the night was the sound of the wind and distant moaning. Max pushed herself up from the ground and looked around anxiously. Where was Brian!? She couldn't see any trace of him in the dim light of the street lamp but she could see that he must have went to look around. He had left his jacket behind, which meant he hadn't abandoned her. Looking back down to where Matt's body still lay, shivering against the cold floor, Max sighed helplessly as she began to trudge along one side of the grating. Maybe she could find a rope or something? Maybe even the codes to the ladder.quickening her pace, Max was about to turn a corner when she saw a ladder going down towards a familiar building. "Bar Jack!" she whispered excitedly. If she could get Jill and Carlo's help, then they could help get Matt! Running over to the ladder, Max gripped the bars tightly as she began down, the jacket making rustling noises in the process. Jumping down to an elevated grating, she could see a Dumpster and a few zombies wandering around. Not bad, considering how big the area expanded in. Aiming the gun at the nearest zombie, she let the bullets fly and watched as it went down. Repeating the process repeatedly proved useful and soon all the zombies lay on the floor in a puddle of their own blood. Just as she was about to leave, Max spotted a few green plants off to the side in two neat pots and she pulled them out quickly. Bora Bora plants came in three different colors: Green, Red, and Blue. Mixing them can create good medicine and since their often grown in the Raccoon area, there should be plenty of them around! Perhaps, their effects can stop some of the wounds that she or someone else may have in the future. It was a good thought.and smiling softly to herself she took the stairs down and jumped onto the Dumpster. Something white caught her eye and she grinned despite herself relief flooding through her. Reaching for the map, she skimmed it quickly and her grin grew wider. So far So good! Jumping off the Dumpster, Max hurried over to the door and tugged on the knob. "Locked!" and she kicked the door in frustration. Footsteps inside moved and something that sounded like a clicking could be heard. Breathing in and then breathing out, she got ready to shout and let out a small cry as something searing hot entered her body.
(3:00 PM Monday)
Jill was terrified. Being the only S.T.A.R.S. member left alive in the town, she was doomed to be hunted forever by some tyrant called the Nemesis. It was surprising to see the monster up close once entering the station, and it was horrific to see Brad die at it's hands. (Soon it'll be me.) Luckily, she bumped into Carlos, and if it weren't for him she'd be a zombie by now.she was in his debt. A couple of hours back, Jill and Carlos had the luck of meeting a few of Raccoon City's civilians. Still intact, thank god. They seemed like nice people; just working towards an escape route, people who had no idea on what the hell was going on. Jill believed it wasn't their fault for being in a place at the wrong time, for, when the Nemesis saw them he most likely made it his job to find them and finish them off. Umbrella didn't want any witnesses to survive including Julianne Valentine. Yes, that was her real name.but after her father died she decided to shortened it to just plain Jill. The name reminded her of her mother, who had died when she was five. Thinking of her family saddened her and she quickly brought herself back to reality, things had just gotten worse. On their way to the café they bumped into one of Carlos' commanders, one mean motherfucker named Nicholai. The minute Jill looked into his face she knew he hated her, by the way, he spat out her name and the way his cold Grey eyes kept narrowing in her direction. He'd be happy to rid himself of her the minute trouble came and she looked at Carlos in dismay. He seemed to get the picture and tried to talk with the other man. Nicholai being an asshole as usual decided to come with them on their little trip anyway and waltzed ahead like he was the leader. Cursing under her breath, she trudged after the man as he plowed through the doors, taking out zombies before she even had a chance to raise her gun. Jill was seething in anger by now as they quickly entered the bar, but despite being angry Jill couldn't help but feel remorse as she thought of Brad. Sure, he was a chicken, a loser, a jerk, a dumbass, and a cowardly piece of shit-who-left- them-behind-in-the-middle-of-a-forest-to-get-eaten! Nevertheless, he was apart of the team and Jill couldn't help but feel sorry for the guy. She wouldn't forget him. Sitting on a barstool, she waited patiently for the survivors to come, her mind a jumble of thoughts and memories, that she had no idea what the time was and how long they had waited. It wasn't until Carlos cursed in Spanish that she realized they've been waiting for three hours! Yes, it would take awhile for them to get here but since it wasn't too far from where they first met, they should have been at the door a long time ago. Eyes wide in panic, she began to run for the door, when the knob started to jiggle and the signs of someone trying to get in made her jump back in alarm. She knew zombies were stupid but one thing she did learn from the Spencer Mansion was that zombies *could* open doors if they wanted to. She took out her gun as a reflex and waited for the monster to rear it's ugly head, but before she could even blink Nicholai pulled the trigger and a loud cry erupted from behind the door.dread filled her heart and she dropped her gun in shock, he had shot a survivor! Running to the door, she flung it open and grabbed the person inside, her throat contracting and her hands searching for the blood. Carlos came over and turned the person over and he gasped when he saw whom it was.it was that girl they met back at their first meeting, Maxine wasn't it? From the look of it, she was badly hurt and her breaths came out erratic. Jill was so shocked that she almost thought the girl was going to die but before they could say anything she was hauled up by her collar by Nicholai and pushed to the side. He grabbed what looked like a chef's knife out of his vest and slowly cut the area around the wound, Carlos immediately falling to his knees to hold Maxine down, taking out what looked like a white surgical glove from his pocket; he took his forefingers and reached into the wound. Maxine screamed as blood gushed out of the wound and Jill quickly went down on her knees to help Carlos. Gripping onto the cold steel of the bullet, Nicholai tugged on it hard and pulled it out with a splash of red blood. Reaching into one of her pockets, Jill found a mixed herb of Green, Blue, and Red herbs and applied the mixture quickly on the wound. Taking out a binding bandage, Carlos wrapped it securely around Maxine's waist and tied it off. Hauling the girl off the floor, Carlos lay her body on the counter and looked to Jill expectably. She nodded and handed over her white jacket, so, he could cover Maxine up. After he was finished he turned around and gave a small lopsided grin, they didn't make such a bad team afterall, maybe Nicholai had some compassion? When was the last time, he ever decided to help a stranger when they were hurt? Certainly not within the time, Carlos knew him. This was a real shocker. Maybe there was still hope for the commander, yet?
Author's Note: Whoo! This was a long ass chapter! I really hoped this satisfies all of you. It has been so long since I last written and I just decided to go back and start to finish it up. This story is starting to get a bit complicated but I'm thinking about writing some sort of AU storyline? I mean, do you people really think Nicholai would help some stranger he shot? Ummm, no. But anyways! I'm open for any more suggestions, so, if you got any more things that you would like me to add. Then it better be soon, cause the next chapter will be the last. Maybe I'll even write a sequel, hmm? ^O^