Chapter 2
Help Arrives
Arriving at the front of the hotel plaza, a red Lamborghini stopped at the front doors. Both the driver's side and passenger's door opened. People outside stopped to see why an expensive sports car stopped in front of the hotel just like that. A man stepped out of the driver's side to reveal that he was a man of East Asian descent. He had short black hair and black shades; he was dressed all nicely. Black Gucci shoes that were polished to a shine, black silk dress pants, a purple long sleeve dress shirt with black silk vest over it, a black tie, and black leather gloves. On his left wrist was a gold shiny Rolex watch.
Popping his neck, the man took out a modified Magnum with laser sight from the holster attacked to the driver's side of the car. "He has a gun!", yelled one of the guests standing outside, who was leaning against a stone column just having a smoke. "Don't shoot!", yelled another woman who curled up in a ball. Looking at everybody outside, the man just silently shook his head. These people had no idea that the whole building's been taken over by the wretched undead; whom were ready to snack on anybody unfortunate enough to stand in the way.
"Francisco, you ready?", the Asian man asked. Facing the double glass doors of the plaza, the suave looking Asian man stepped back some and aimed his weapon. "Everybody find cover!!!", yelled the Asian man. Soon enough, a group of hungry zombies burst through the doors. One of them held a human arm in between the teeth. Other zombies were ripping flesh from the severed arm.
"Oh my god, zombies!", cried one of the people outside. "They're real!", yelled another woman who ran as fast as she could towards safety. "No! Stay away!", yelled one of the people who fell down. He cried out loud as he tried to scoot away from three zombies.
"Shit, hurry up!", yelled the Asian man. Adjusting his shades, he turned towards the three zombies and aimed his gun. "Pow, pow, pow!", the gun made as he fired at the zombies. The group of zombies fell to the ground headless as they slumped down in pool of their own blood.
"Alright, I'm coming, Senor Nguyen...", replied Francisco, who slowly stepped out from the passenger's side. Francisco stood there in loose fit black jeans, and white and red solid color short sleeved shirt. He had tan skin and looked somewhat in his early twenties. Brushing his short beard back, Francisco took out his Desert Eagle, aiming for the front doors.
"Stay down, scum!", Francisco yelled as he quickly opened fire. The CIA has sent in two of the best operatives that money could buy.
Francisco Cortez, a man of Spanish descent. Immigrated to the United States at the age of six years of age. Spent a few years at a Catholic school and then sent over to Public School. Recruited by the CIA due to fluency of the Spanish language, history, and culture. Sent to Spain as an operative working on all CIA related matters in that region. Twenty four years of age.
Jimmy Nguyen, Vietnamese descent. Lived in Vietnam, Cambodia, and Hong Kong. Recruited by the Hong Kong and Japanese branches of Interpol. Goes all around East and Southeast Asia helping police catch highly elusive and dangerous criminals. Twenty six years of age.
"About time, we got a mission to do.", Jimmy said to Francisco as they fired at the oncoming group of zombies coming through the front doors. Holding the gun with one hand, Jimmy walked straight at the group of zombies. Without hesitating, he quickly pulled the trigger, sending the walking dead back to the afterlife.
"Francisco, check the back!", Jimmy said as he kept on firing at the zombies. "Zombies might've come out through the back also.", he continued while firing away at the hungry zombies. "Don't let any of those things escape!", Jimmy finished with his sentence.
"Yeah...", Francisco replied back to him. Running to the right, Francisco ran down the sidewalk and make a sharp left into the alley way. About to pass by a dumpster, a zombie slowly stumbled out as he stopped immediately. "Damn!", yelled Francisco as he aimed at its head and fired two shots.
"They made it outside already...", he said to himself before running down the dark alley even further. Making another sharp left, Francisco stopped to see five zombies coming out the back door of the hotel plaza.
"Hey, amigos! Over here!", yelled Francisco as he waved his hands in the air.
"Ugggghhhhhhhhhhhhh....", moaned one of the zombies as it slowly turned towards Francisco, who stood there. Other zombies took its lead as they slowly staggered towards him. Taking steady aim, he sent several shots from his gun. Watching the bullets rip through the zombies, Francisco took out the empty clip. Quickly taking out a new clip, he snapped it in place and went back into action.
"Stay down.", he told the zombies. Sending off five shots, Francisco backed away as all the zombies in front of him laid there dead. Running forward, the doors entering the back of the hotel burst open. Turning towards the opened doors, Francisco backed himself against the wall and fired at three zombies.
Francisco entered inside; looking around the kitchen area, all he could see were blood stains. From nearby, he could hear feasting sounds. "The whole hotel's probably infected...", he thought to himself. He'd have to go investigate the sound, no matter how nasty the surprise would be. Keeping is back against the left cinder block wall, he slowly moved forward and looked to the right. "Oh damn...", he whispered to himself to see four zombies feasting on a dead teenage girl.
Looking away, Francisco shook his head silently. A young girl, who's future would never be. All because of the outbreak of Umbrella's experiments. He would have to avenge the young girl, just in case her parents were already dead or infected. Stepping out, Francisco faced the right direction and fired at the feasting zombies. Turning around, the zombies saw Francisco standing there, as they fell to the floor one by one at his gun.
"Aye, carumba...", he said to himself. Heading back down the hallway in the kitchen, he turned to the meat locker. "Heh... Most likely, fresh meat...", said Francisco as he reloaded his Desert Eagle and slowly stepped inside. Looking around, he could see zombies muching on the slabs of meat on the hooks. Stepping back out, Francisco quickly closed the door and locked it.
"Saves a lot of much needed ammo.", he said to himself. Stepping out, Francisco found himself in the large dining area. Slowly looking around the massive room, he could see that the whole area has been infected.
"This is going to be a long night...", he thought to himself. Stepping back some, he aimed his weapon at any zombie that approached. Firing round after round, Francisco kept on reloading as the zombies kept on staggering towards him. "Get away!", he yelled as he quickly rolled to the right. Quickly, he got behind a large dining room table. "Distance is everything here...", he thought to himself. Keeping an adequate amount of distance between him and the zombies, Francisco emptied out the clip taking as many zombies as possible.
At the same time, Jimmy Nguyen entered the front doors of the hotel plaza after taking out another group of hungry zombies. Slowly approaching, an assumed to be dead female zombie quickly grabbed him by the ankle. "Let go...", Jimmy coldly told the zombie. Aiming his gun at the head, Jimmy gently pulled the trigger. Sending the zombie back to the dead, Jimmy slowly walked inside the hotel.
Jimmy found himself in the lobby, where dead bodies were laying around. Many of them have been cannibalized by the infected victims, who transformed into bloodthirsty zombies. "They're not paying us enough for this shit...", he said to himself. Zombies slowly started to rise up from the floor. Using the slow timing to his advantage, Jimmy aimed his gun at the heads. Pulling the trigger, Jimmy watched the heads of the rising zombies pop right off.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!", was the sound of a loud scream that could be heard nearby. It was loud but it showed Jimmy that somebody was still alive. "Hang on!", Jimmy yelled as he ran a short distance and faced the left. A young woman backed away as three zombies approached. She was scared out of her wits. A beautiful red gown stained with blood of unfortunate victims. Without hesitation, Jimmy aimed and fired.
All three zombies fell dead to the ground without a head. Head and brain chunks were all scattered around the floor. Approaching the woman, Jimmy placed his hand on her shoulder. "Lady, are you alright?", asked Jimmy as he examined her. Her eyes were wide open and her lips were shaking. Checking her out some more, Jimmy was relieved that she hasn't received a bite or scratch from any of the zombies.
"Thank...you....", the woman said as she tried her best to say the words to Jimmy.
Pointing to the door, Jimmy motioned to the young woman. "Quick, you need to get out of there...", he told her. Nodding to him, the woman quickly ran from the hotel towards safety.
Opening up the chamber, Jimmy emptied out the cases and placed new rounds inside. Locking the rounds into place, Jimmy walked further down the lobby. Turning to the left, he ran into the shopping area.
"Damn!", he yelled after being met by a large group of zombies. At the same time Francisco ran out and stood beside Jimmy. Looking at Francisco, Jimmy went "What took you so long?" As he looked back to Jimmy, Francisco smirked a bit.
"Sorry, people were getting a late snack in the kitchen...", he replied to Jimmy. "Let's kick some zombie ass, amigo.', said Francisco as the two of them fired at the first wave of approaching zombies.
"Come and get it", yelled Francisco, while he fired off the last of his clip. Tossing the empty clip aside, he pulled out and locked in place a new clip inside his weapon. "Party hasn't even started yet!", he continued as he fired at another wave of hungry zombies.
"You think we have plenty of ammo to last us for the night?", asked Jimmy as he placed six new rounds into his Magnum. "If we don't, we're screwed...", Jimmy continued as he fired at the zombies right after he loaded new rounds inside.
"I thought this was going to be a simple mission.", said Francisco as he continously fired rounds from his Desert Eagle. Both men already went through a lot of ammunition so far, while dead zombies layed behind.
Jimmy looked at Francisco saying, "When the first elevator opens, we enter. If there are any zombies, we kill them."
"I'll agree on that one...", Francisco replied. Both men were extremely calm so far. As long as they had ammo, both men would not go crazy.
At the same time, Sean Hopper was on the twenty ninth floor of the hotel plaza. His handgun had only seven rounds in the clip. Sean was out of ammo. "Damn, I need to find another weapon...", he thought to himself. Looking at the thing that said, 'In case of Emergency - Break Glass'.
Looking at the glass, Sean said to himself, "Well if sure is hell an emergency right now..." Holding his gun by the barrel end, Sean used the butt end of the weapon to shatter the glass. As the glass shattered, Sean looked inside to find a polished fireman's axe.
"Yeah, now that's what I'm talking about...", said Sean as he yanked the axe from his place. Turning around, Sean saw that he was approached by two zombies. Holstering his gun, Sean held the axe with both hands. "Come get some of this!", he yelled at them. Walking towards the zombies, Sean looked at the first one. Jabbing the zombie in the gut with the blunt top of the axe, Sean watched as it bent down some. Holding the axe in the air, Sean brought it back down as the blade of the axe cracked through the zombie's skull.
Quickly, Sean swung the axe to the right as he went through the neck of the other zombie. Placing a lot of power into that swing, Sean quickly ripped the head from its body. Sean stood there as the decapitated zombie fell to its knees. From the neck, blood started to spurt out and touch the ceiling. Looking at the blood, Sean could only say, "Euch...", and ran down the hallway. "Damn, I need to get to the basement..."
Help Arrives
Arriving at the front of the hotel plaza, a red Lamborghini stopped at the front doors. Both the driver's side and passenger's door opened. People outside stopped to see why an expensive sports car stopped in front of the hotel just like that. A man stepped out of the driver's side to reveal that he was a man of East Asian descent. He had short black hair and black shades; he was dressed all nicely. Black Gucci shoes that were polished to a shine, black silk dress pants, a purple long sleeve dress shirt with black silk vest over it, a black tie, and black leather gloves. On his left wrist was a gold shiny Rolex watch.
Popping his neck, the man took out a modified Magnum with laser sight from the holster attacked to the driver's side of the car. "He has a gun!", yelled one of the guests standing outside, who was leaning against a stone column just having a smoke. "Don't shoot!", yelled another woman who curled up in a ball. Looking at everybody outside, the man just silently shook his head. These people had no idea that the whole building's been taken over by the wretched undead; whom were ready to snack on anybody unfortunate enough to stand in the way.
"Francisco, you ready?", the Asian man asked. Facing the double glass doors of the plaza, the suave looking Asian man stepped back some and aimed his weapon. "Everybody find cover!!!", yelled the Asian man. Soon enough, a group of hungry zombies burst through the doors. One of them held a human arm in between the teeth. Other zombies were ripping flesh from the severed arm.
"Oh my god, zombies!", cried one of the people outside. "They're real!", yelled another woman who ran as fast as she could towards safety. "No! Stay away!", yelled one of the people who fell down. He cried out loud as he tried to scoot away from three zombies.
"Shit, hurry up!", yelled the Asian man. Adjusting his shades, he turned towards the three zombies and aimed his gun. "Pow, pow, pow!", the gun made as he fired at the zombies. The group of zombies fell to the ground headless as they slumped down in pool of their own blood.
"Alright, I'm coming, Senor Nguyen...", replied Francisco, who slowly stepped out from the passenger's side. Francisco stood there in loose fit black jeans, and white and red solid color short sleeved shirt. He had tan skin and looked somewhat in his early twenties. Brushing his short beard back, Francisco took out his Desert Eagle, aiming for the front doors.
"Stay down, scum!", Francisco yelled as he quickly opened fire. The CIA has sent in two of the best operatives that money could buy.
Francisco Cortez, a man of Spanish descent. Immigrated to the United States at the age of six years of age. Spent a few years at a Catholic school and then sent over to Public School. Recruited by the CIA due to fluency of the Spanish language, history, and culture. Sent to Spain as an operative working on all CIA related matters in that region. Twenty four years of age.
Jimmy Nguyen, Vietnamese descent. Lived in Vietnam, Cambodia, and Hong Kong. Recruited by the Hong Kong and Japanese branches of Interpol. Goes all around East and Southeast Asia helping police catch highly elusive and dangerous criminals. Twenty six years of age.
"About time, we got a mission to do.", Jimmy said to Francisco as they fired at the oncoming group of zombies coming through the front doors. Holding the gun with one hand, Jimmy walked straight at the group of zombies. Without hesitating, he quickly pulled the trigger, sending the walking dead back to the afterlife.
"Francisco, check the back!", Jimmy said as he kept on firing at the zombies. "Zombies might've come out through the back also.", he continued while firing away at the hungry zombies. "Don't let any of those things escape!", Jimmy finished with his sentence.
"Yeah...", Francisco replied back to him. Running to the right, Francisco ran down the sidewalk and make a sharp left into the alley way. About to pass by a dumpster, a zombie slowly stumbled out as he stopped immediately. "Damn!", yelled Francisco as he aimed at its head and fired two shots.
"They made it outside already...", he said to himself before running down the dark alley even further. Making another sharp left, Francisco stopped to see five zombies coming out the back door of the hotel plaza.
"Hey, amigos! Over here!", yelled Francisco as he waved his hands in the air.
"Ugggghhhhhhhhhhhhh....", moaned one of the zombies as it slowly turned towards Francisco, who stood there. Other zombies took its lead as they slowly staggered towards him. Taking steady aim, he sent several shots from his gun. Watching the bullets rip through the zombies, Francisco took out the empty clip. Quickly taking out a new clip, he snapped it in place and went back into action.
"Stay down.", he told the zombies. Sending off five shots, Francisco backed away as all the zombies in front of him laid there dead. Running forward, the doors entering the back of the hotel burst open. Turning towards the opened doors, Francisco backed himself against the wall and fired at three zombies.
Francisco entered inside; looking around the kitchen area, all he could see were blood stains. From nearby, he could hear feasting sounds. "The whole hotel's probably infected...", he thought to himself. He'd have to go investigate the sound, no matter how nasty the surprise would be. Keeping is back against the left cinder block wall, he slowly moved forward and looked to the right. "Oh damn...", he whispered to himself to see four zombies feasting on a dead teenage girl.
Looking away, Francisco shook his head silently. A young girl, who's future would never be. All because of the outbreak of Umbrella's experiments. He would have to avenge the young girl, just in case her parents were already dead or infected. Stepping out, Francisco faced the right direction and fired at the feasting zombies. Turning around, the zombies saw Francisco standing there, as they fell to the floor one by one at his gun.
"Aye, carumba...", he said to himself. Heading back down the hallway in the kitchen, he turned to the meat locker. "Heh... Most likely, fresh meat...", said Francisco as he reloaded his Desert Eagle and slowly stepped inside. Looking around, he could see zombies muching on the slabs of meat on the hooks. Stepping back out, Francisco quickly closed the door and locked it.
"Saves a lot of much needed ammo.", he said to himself. Stepping out, Francisco found himself in the large dining area. Slowly looking around the massive room, he could see that the whole area has been infected.
"This is going to be a long night...", he thought to himself. Stepping back some, he aimed his weapon at any zombie that approached. Firing round after round, Francisco kept on reloading as the zombies kept on staggering towards him. "Get away!", he yelled as he quickly rolled to the right. Quickly, he got behind a large dining room table. "Distance is everything here...", he thought to himself. Keeping an adequate amount of distance between him and the zombies, Francisco emptied out the clip taking as many zombies as possible.
At the same time, Jimmy Nguyen entered the front doors of the hotel plaza after taking out another group of hungry zombies. Slowly approaching, an assumed to be dead female zombie quickly grabbed him by the ankle. "Let go...", Jimmy coldly told the zombie. Aiming his gun at the head, Jimmy gently pulled the trigger. Sending the zombie back to the dead, Jimmy slowly walked inside the hotel.
Jimmy found himself in the lobby, where dead bodies were laying around. Many of them have been cannibalized by the infected victims, who transformed into bloodthirsty zombies. "They're not paying us enough for this shit...", he said to himself. Zombies slowly started to rise up from the floor. Using the slow timing to his advantage, Jimmy aimed his gun at the heads. Pulling the trigger, Jimmy watched the heads of the rising zombies pop right off.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!", was the sound of a loud scream that could be heard nearby. It was loud but it showed Jimmy that somebody was still alive. "Hang on!", Jimmy yelled as he ran a short distance and faced the left. A young woman backed away as three zombies approached. She was scared out of her wits. A beautiful red gown stained with blood of unfortunate victims. Without hesitation, Jimmy aimed and fired.
All three zombies fell dead to the ground without a head. Head and brain chunks were all scattered around the floor. Approaching the woman, Jimmy placed his hand on her shoulder. "Lady, are you alright?", asked Jimmy as he examined her. Her eyes were wide open and her lips were shaking. Checking her out some more, Jimmy was relieved that she hasn't received a bite or scratch from any of the zombies.
"Thank...you....", the woman said as she tried her best to say the words to Jimmy.
Pointing to the door, Jimmy motioned to the young woman. "Quick, you need to get out of there...", he told her. Nodding to him, the woman quickly ran from the hotel towards safety.
Opening up the chamber, Jimmy emptied out the cases and placed new rounds inside. Locking the rounds into place, Jimmy walked further down the lobby. Turning to the left, he ran into the shopping area.
"Damn!", he yelled after being met by a large group of zombies. At the same time Francisco ran out and stood beside Jimmy. Looking at Francisco, Jimmy went "What took you so long?" As he looked back to Jimmy, Francisco smirked a bit.
"Sorry, people were getting a late snack in the kitchen...", he replied to Jimmy. "Let's kick some zombie ass, amigo.', said Francisco as the two of them fired at the first wave of approaching zombies.
"Come and get it", yelled Francisco, while he fired off the last of his clip. Tossing the empty clip aside, he pulled out and locked in place a new clip inside his weapon. "Party hasn't even started yet!", he continued as he fired at another wave of hungry zombies.
"You think we have plenty of ammo to last us for the night?", asked Jimmy as he placed six new rounds into his Magnum. "If we don't, we're screwed...", Jimmy continued as he fired at the zombies right after he loaded new rounds inside.
"I thought this was going to be a simple mission.", said Francisco as he continously fired rounds from his Desert Eagle. Both men already went through a lot of ammunition so far, while dead zombies layed behind.
Jimmy looked at Francisco saying, "When the first elevator opens, we enter. If there are any zombies, we kill them."
"I'll agree on that one...", Francisco replied. Both men were extremely calm so far. As long as they had ammo, both men would not go crazy.
At the same time, Sean Hopper was on the twenty ninth floor of the hotel plaza. His handgun had only seven rounds in the clip. Sean was out of ammo. "Damn, I need to find another weapon...", he thought to himself. Looking at the thing that said, 'In case of Emergency - Break Glass'.
Looking at the glass, Sean said to himself, "Well if sure is hell an emergency right now..." Holding his gun by the barrel end, Sean used the butt end of the weapon to shatter the glass. As the glass shattered, Sean looked inside to find a polished fireman's axe.
"Yeah, now that's what I'm talking about...", said Sean as he yanked the axe from his place. Turning around, Sean saw that he was approached by two zombies. Holstering his gun, Sean held the axe with both hands. "Come get some of this!", he yelled at them. Walking towards the zombies, Sean looked at the first one. Jabbing the zombie in the gut with the blunt top of the axe, Sean watched as it bent down some. Holding the axe in the air, Sean brought it back down as the blade of the axe cracked through the zombie's skull.
Quickly, Sean swung the axe to the right as he went through the neck of the other zombie. Placing a lot of power into that swing, Sean quickly ripped the head from its body. Sean stood there as the decapitated zombie fell to its knees. From the neck, blood started to spurt out and touch the ceiling. Looking at the blood, Sean could only say, "Euch...", and ran down the hallway. "Damn, I need to get to the basement..."