Chap 2- The Rival
"What the fuck happened?!" yelled Chris.
"We don't know," replied Steve.
"Yes, we do, dip shit, the cerberus jumped through the window and I put a bulled through it's head." Rebecca sighed.
"Rebecca, why did you bring a gun?" Jill asked.
"I didn't, Chris did. I saw him take it out earlier when he thought Steve was something or someone."
"Chris, why did YOU bring a gun??" asked Jill.
"Well, I'm still a little edgy about the incident in Antarctica."
"Oh."
All of a sudden, there was a beeping noise coming from Chris's bag. Everyone jumped.
"It's just my cell phone," Chris said. He reached in and took it out.
"Hello..."
They all heard a deep voice on the other side of the line. But they couldn't make out what he was saying.
"...ok. Yess'r." He shut the phone. "Jill, we got a job."
"Ok, be right back," she said. She ran up the stairs. When she was in her room she opened the closet and pushed away some clothes until she found a small, red latch. She pulled it to the side and half of the closet slid open. It revealed three rows of weapons. The top row was assault rifles. In the middle were a row of Berreta M92FC's. And on the bottom were combat knives. She grabbed a Berrata and took a couple of clips from a bag. Then, she grabbed the combat knives. Walking down the stairs, she turned to her friends.
"Steve and Rebecca, I know you two don't have guns, so take these."
She tossed them the pocket knives.
"Stay safe," Chris said.
While Claire was riding home in a taxi with Steve, they saw a pack of dogs running beside them. Claire had no doubt in her mind that they were Cerberus.
"Ok, this is your stop." The taxi driver glanced in the mirror and watched them leave. They ran to Chris's apartment, knowing that the dogs were right behind them. Claire started to fumble with the keys. Then, out of the darkness, pounced a cerberus. Then, four more followed. One leaped up but Steve was quicker. He gave it a half-turn round house to it's jaw. There was a sickening crack. The dog hit the ground but got back up. Most of the skin was rotting away at it's mouth so he could see the bone hanging limply to one side. Claire finally had the door open. A dog jumped at them. Claire ran inside but locked Steve out unintentionally. Steve grabbed the dog that jumped at him by the throat then took out his pocket knife and stabbed it in the back of the skull. The first dog that attacked him limped toward him weakly. He kicked it's jaw and saw the bone go through the roof of it's mouth. The third one jumped at him but he ducked under it and kicked it hard in the ribs. A blossom of blood sprouted out from the middle of the dog. He didn't know what had happened until he saw two halves of the dog land on both sides of him. The fourth lunged at him. He closed his eyes and thrust out his b lade. When he opened his eyes the dog was dead but the fifth one was on his back. It bit his neck.
"Ahhhh!" BAM.
All of a sudden the dog was gone on the ground. Claire was standing in the doorway holding a shiny glock.
***
Rebecca pushed open the door of the Keno Gun Shop. She didn't want to be treated like a kid anymore. The store clerk was busy polishing the barrel of a spas 12 gage shot gun.
"Excuse me," she said.
"Yeah?"
"I wanna buy a gun."
"Well, then you've come to the right place."
After looking through an assortment of pistols she decided to get a semi-automatic DD44. After she left, Steve walked in. He told the manager he worked for the S.T.A.R.S bravo team. Steve was kicked out of the store because of his criminal record, though. So he went back to Jill's house.
"Jill, I want a gun," he said.
"So you think I have a stock or something?" she yelled. "Go around back."
Jill came out carrying a Berreta 92F and a few clips. He started reaching for it. She pulled back.
"No, no, $1,000 first."
"Fine." He handed her the money and she put it into a bag.
"You tell anyone, and I will PERSONALLY break your penis with a sledge hammer," she whispered.
"Ok, geez, I won't," he said.
As he left, she whispered, "sucker!" under her breath.
When Chris went to his apartment, he was really tired from the mission. He plopped down on the sofa and turned on the TV. He kept flipping through channels until he heard a sickening moan. He knew it. Zombies. He went to his room ad picked up a Remington off the bed. He left his apartment and heard another moan. Outside, he turned around. He had his keys and locked the door behind him. After a quick search of the area he fund nothing. He went back inside only to come face to face with a decaying zombie.
"AHH!" he screamed. Chris backed up but hit the door. He was so terrorized in fear he forgot about the gun until he heard the clink of the metal against the door. He raised the gun to the zombies chest. It moaned again. He pulled the trigger. BANG! It was blown in half. He knew it wasn't dead. The top half crawled slowly towards him.
"Die, you son of a bitch!" he yelled, aimed down at the head, and fired.
****
BAM! BAM! BAM! The sound of the show, "Cops," blasted in the background as Jill blew dry her hair. DING DONG! Jill got up and went to the door. She saw Chris standing there, covered in blood.
"Oh my god...what happened!?" she asked as she opened the door. Chris stepped in and said one word. "Zombies."
"Where?"
"Over by my apartment."
"Maybe we should call Claire."
"Alright."
She picked up the phone and dialed her number.
"Hello? Claire?"
Chris couldn't make out the voice on the other side.
"What!?!?"
More talk that Chris couldn't understand.
"We know!" said Jill. Chris walked over to her and pulled out a beer.
"Aren't you concerned?" Jill asked, hanging up the phone.
"I've been through worse," replied Chris, "the mansion and the Veronica incident were pretty bad, so this can't be worse," he said smoothly. He threw his shot gun on the counter.
"Oh my god! Rebecca doesn't know!" she exclaimed.
"Oh I bet she does," said Chris. Jill scowled at him and picked up the phone. She dialed Rebecca's number.
"Rebecca, there's been another spill." Chris heard chattering on the other side.
"Okay, bye." She turned to Chris. "Rebecca's coming over."
"Okay."
The both sat down on the couch and talked for about twenty minutes. Suddenly, they heard gunshots outside. Chris ran to the kitchen and grabbed his Remington. Jill drew a Berreta from her holster.
"Now look who's jumpy!" said Chris. They ran outside to see Rebecca firing at something. Chris's mind could only piece it together slowly. It had large green hair that was pushed back. It had a reptilian face with razor sharp teeth and spiked shoulders. A green segmented abdomen with multiple abs and short, scaled arms with long claws at the end. It had thick, tree trunk legs and a long tail that looked like a mace at the end. Jill fired three rounds at it's head but it jumped high in the air and landed on Rebecca. Chris ran up and jumped on it's back, pumping his shotgun into it's head.
"Burn in hell, you piece of shit!" Chris yelled. It's tail swung around and almost hit Chris but he jumped off it's back which resulted in it impaling it's own skull. Chris ran up and pulled Rebecca out. The thing lunged at him and he fired, totally obliterating it's head. All of a sudden, a new head grew back (like in Terminator 2).
"Run!" Jill yelled.
They al started to run down the street.
"Jill, why didn't we take your car?!" Chris shouted. They turned a corner. Jill leaned against the wall.
"Too risky."
Rebecca looked around the corner.
"Oh my god." She turned away and threw up. The thing had spit some sort of silvery acid onto a child which had wandered onto the street after hearing noise. The acid had eaten away at his body until he was gone.
Chris looked around the corner only to see the sizzling remnants of the child.
"Shit." He gagged and looked away. Jill looked around the corner.
"It's gone."
"What?!" exclaimed Rebecca. "That freakin' cock is gone!"
"Good," said Chris.
"No, not good. That "thing" could be anywhere," said Jill. "So let's go tell the cops."
"It's not OUR problem."
"We ARE the cops, you moron," muttered Rebecca.
"Right. Well, we have to go somewhere safe," said Jill. There was a long silence, until...
"The RPD building!" said Rebecca loudly.
"Good idea," he said. When she wasn't listening, he muttered, "she doesn't have too many of those."
"What the fuck happened?!" yelled Chris.
"We don't know," replied Steve.
"Yes, we do, dip shit, the cerberus jumped through the window and I put a bulled through it's head." Rebecca sighed.
"Rebecca, why did you bring a gun?" Jill asked.
"I didn't, Chris did. I saw him take it out earlier when he thought Steve was something or someone."
"Chris, why did YOU bring a gun??" asked Jill.
"Well, I'm still a little edgy about the incident in Antarctica."
"Oh."
All of a sudden, there was a beeping noise coming from Chris's bag. Everyone jumped.
"It's just my cell phone," Chris said. He reached in and took it out.
"Hello..."
They all heard a deep voice on the other side of the line. But they couldn't make out what he was saying.
"...ok. Yess'r." He shut the phone. "Jill, we got a job."
"Ok, be right back," she said. She ran up the stairs. When she was in her room she opened the closet and pushed away some clothes until she found a small, red latch. She pulled it to the side and half of the closet slid open. It revealed three rows of weapons. The top row was assault rifles. In the middle were a row of Berreta M92FC's. And on the bottom were combat knives. She grabbed a Berrata and took a couple of clips from a bag. Then, she grabbed the combat knives. Walking down the stairs, she turned to her friends.
"Steve and Rebecca, I know you two don't have guns, so take these."
She tossed them the pocket knives.
"Stay safe," Chris said.
While Claire was riding home in a taxi with Steve, they saw a pack of dogs running beside them. Claire had no doubt in her mind that they were Cerberus.
"Ok, this is your stop." The taxi driver glanced in the mirror and watched them leave. They ran to Chris's apartment, knowing that the dogs were right behind them. Claire started to fumble with the keys. Then, out of the darkness, pounced a cerberus. Then, four more followed. One leaped up but Steve was quicker. He gave it a half-turn round house to it's jaw. There was a sickening crack. The dog hit the ground but got back up. Most of the skin was rotting away at it's mouth so he could see the bone hanging limply to one side. Claire finally had the door open. A dog jumped at them. Claire ran inside but locked Steve out unintentionally. Steve grabbed the dog that jumped at him by the throat then took out his pocket knife and stabbed it in the back of the skull. The first dog that attacked him limped toward him weakly. He kicked it's jaw and saw the bone go through the roof of it's mouth. The third one jumped at him but he ducked under it and kicked it hard in the ribs. A blossom of blood sprouted out from the middle of the dog. He didn't know what had happened until he saw two halves of the dog land on both sides of him. The fourth lunged at him. He closed his eyes and thrust out his b lade. When he opened his eyes the dog was dead but the fifth one was on his back. It bit his neck.
"Ahhhh!" BAM.
All of a sudden the dog was gone on the ground. Claire was standing in the doorway holding a shiny glock.
***
Rebecca pushed open the door of the Keno Gun Shop. She didn't want to be treated like a kid anymore. The store clerk was busy polishing the barrel of a spas 12 gage shot gun.
"Excuse me," she said.
"Yeah?"
"I wanna buy a gun."
"Well, then you've come to the right place."
After looking through an assortment of pistols she decided to get a semi-automatic DD44. After she left, Steve walked in. He told the manager he worked for the S.T.A.R.S bravo team. Steve was kicked out of the store because of his criminal record, though. So he went back to Jill's house.
"Jill, I want a gun," he said.
"So you think I have a stock or something?" she yelled. "Go around back."
Jill came out carrying a Berreta 92F and a few clips. He started reaching for it. She pulled back.
"No, no, $1,000 first."
"Fine." He handed her the money and she put it into a bag.
"You tell anyone, and I will PERSONALLY break your penis with a sledge hammer," she whispered.
"Ok, geez, I won't," he said.
As he left, she whispered, "sucker!" under her breath.
When Chris went to his apartment, he was really tired from the mission. He plopped down on the sofa and turned on the TV. He kept flipping through channels until he heard a sickening moan. He knew it. Zombies. He went to his room ad picked up a Remington off the bed. He left his apartment and heard another moan. Outside, he turned around. He had his keys and locked the door behind him. After a quick search of the area he fund nothing. He went back inside only to come face to face with a decaying zombie.
"AHH!" he screamed. Chris backed up but hit the door. He was so terrorized in fear he forgot about the gun until he heard the clink of the metal against the door. He raised the gun to the zombies chest. It moaned again. He pulled the trigger. BANG! It was blown in half. He knew it wasn't dead. The top half crawled slowly towards him.
"Die, you son of a bitch!" he yelled, aimed down at the head, and fired.
****
BAM! BAM! BAM! The sound of the show, "Cops," blasted in the background as Jill blew dry her hair. DING DONG! Jill got up and went to the door. She saw Chris standing there, covered in blood.
"Oh my god...what happened!?" she asked as she opened the door. Chris stepped in and said one word. "Zombies."
"Where?"
"Over by my apartment."
"Maybe we should call Claire."
"Alright."
She picked up the phone and dialed her number.
"Hello? Claire?"
Chris couldn't make out the voice on the other side.
"What!?!?"
More talk that Chris couldn't understand.
"We know!" said Jill. Chris walked over to her and pulled out a beer.
"Aren't you concerned?" Jill asked, hanging up the phone.
"I've been through worse," replied Chris, "the mansion and the Veronica incident were pretty bad, so this can't be worse," he said smoothly. He threw his shot gun on the counter.
"Oh my god! Rebecca doesn't know!" she exclaimed.
"Oh I bet she does," said Chris. Jill scowled at him and picked up the phone. She dialed Rebecca's number.
"Rebecca, there's been another spill." Chris heard chattering on the other side.
"Okay, bye." She turned to Chris. "Rebecca's coming over."
"Okay."
The both sat down on the couch and talked for about twenty minutes. Suddenly, they heard gunshots outside. Chris ran to the kitchen and grabbed his Remington. Jill drew a Berreta from her holster.
"Now look who's jumpy!" said Chris. They ran outside to see Rebecca firing at something. Chris's mind could only piece it together slowly. It had large green hair that was pushed back. It had a reptilian face with razor sharp teeth and spiked shoulders. A green segmented abdomen with multiple abs and short, scaled arms with long claws at the end. It had thick, tree trunk legs and a long tail that looked like a mace at the end. Jill fired three rounds at it's head but it jumped high in the air and landed on Rebecca. Chris ran up and jumped on it's back, pumping his shotgun into it's head.
"Burn in hell, you piece of shit!" Chris yelled. It's tail swung around and almost hit Chris but he jumped off it's back which resulted in it impaling it's own skull. Chris ran up and pulled Rebecca out. The thing lunged at him and he fired, totally obliterating it's head. All of a sudden, a new head grew back (like in Terminator 2).
"Run!" Jill yelled.
They al started to run down the street.
"Jill, why didn't we take your car?!" Chris shouted. They turned a corner. Jill leaned against the wall.
"Too risky."
Rebecca looked around the corner.
"Oh my god." She turned away and threw up. The thing had spit some sort of silvery acid onto a child which had wandered onto the street after hearing noise. The acid had eaten away at his body until he was gone.
Chris looked around the corner only to see the sizzling remnants of the child.
"Shit." He gagged and looked away. Jill looked around the corner.
"It's gone."
"What?!" exclaimed Rebecca. "That freakin' cock is gone!"
"Good," said Chris.
"No, not good. That "thing" could be anywhere," said Jill. "So let's go tell the cops."
"It's not OUR problem."
"We ARE the cops, you moron," muttered Rebecca.
"Right. Well, we have to go somewhere safe," said Jill. There was a long silence, until...
"The RPD building!" said Rebecca loudly.
"Good idea," he said. When she wasn't listening, he muttered, "she doesn't have too many of those."