Chapter 7
Sean's Recollection
I have no idea on how all this shit happened at my work place. Everything seemed to be fine. Don't jive me by saying that this all was a hoax. I don't play that mind game, yo. Aight, back to how I got dragged into all this zombies and monsters shit, again...
I was about four in the afternoon, where I would have to work the afternoon and night shifts. I've been working as a security guard for over a year now. Yeah, everything you've been hearing so far in this story is true. It has happened to me. What the fuck is going on, homie? Back to the beginning. Like always, I stop a half hour early. It's just my etiquette, y'know? Kinda showing then some African American style hospitality.
Talking about hospitality, I could go for some southern style hospitality right about now. I miss Atlanta. I miss my friends, I miss the beat, I miss the soul, and I miss the good home cooked soul food most of all. Mama knew how to make good soul food. Mmmmmmmhmmmmmmmm... I could taste that golden fried chicken and catfish in my mouth about now. Thinking about it is making my stomach growl and grumble. Shit, I haven't eaten anything yet so far.
I should get something to eat, but the zombies have taken over the kitchen. Damn... How did all of this happen. I thought I wouldn't have to see another ugly ass monster or some stank zombie. This is bullshit, I tell you. I remember how it all started. I was in Virginia, walking out of a building. After a mission, I was honorably discharged from SEAL Team 6.
We were counter-terrorist SEALs. Our job would be neutralize any terrorist threats out at sea, that includes United States waters. We've been through everything, seen everything; but it don't compare to what I saw after leaving the SEALs. That shit just took the cake for me. It was then that I met a woman by the name of Jill Valentine. Heh, Valentine. Such a pretty name for a lovely looking woman...
We talked over lunch and told her that I just left the SEALs. For some reason, she was impressed. Hell almost anybody would be impressed with serviceman's record. She wanted to give me a new job. After that day, I became an official member of STARS. Special Tactics and Rescue Service was what it was. I think I heard of them. Yeah, the ones who talked about a mansion full of zombies and monsters.
At first, I thought they out of their damn minds. I was wrong. Almost dead wrong. Lot of emphasis on the dead part, know what I mean, yo? They must've been getting high off some good weed. Yeah, I remember smoking those 'Mary Janes' back in highschool. That was some good shit, too. That I have to admit. All I remember from my short and brief period of time with STARS, would have to be fighting off those mutated freakish fucks created by the Umbrella Corporation.
It got to the point where I just had it. I didn't want to do this shit anymore. For the first time, something has really gotten to me. Is it just me or am I going insane. The dead are walking around munching on other people. Tell me that's not supposed to exist! I thought that shit only existed in those stupid ass B movies!!! Somebody tell me what the fuck's going on! I cap their asses and they still get up. How the fucking hell is that shit possible?!!!
Man, I was in massive and extensive therapy for I don't know how long. It helped a bit, but not a lot. I was still shaking in my boots. I was about to shit myself. I was scared as hell. It was then that I retreated to a dojo in Alberta, Canada. I couldn't even hit the bag, because I imagined it as a zombie. Those things looked so fucking ugly. The whites of their pupils sent cold chills down my spine. I know that there are many things in this world that can't be comprehended. That's why were fear what we don't know. Frankly, I don't blame them.
Training with Master Tomaki, I was able to slowly recover from witnessing the horrors created by the damn Umbrella corporation. I didn't think I'd be seeing anymore of those uglies. But, I was wrong. It all started when I entered the hotel a half hour before four. It can't believe all this shit is happening; right here; right now...
Some crater faced zombie or some ugly ass hunter or mutation...
I read the diaries, journals, and other shit. I can see at the end is "itchy" and "tasty". The fuck is up with that. Everything is so ravenous... People eating each other and junk. Anyway, I clocked my ass into work and such. I had on my green camouflage pants, my black Reeboks, and a white tanktop.
I was like "What the fuck?", upon entering through the front doors of the hotel plaza. Remembering all of this shit, I could see just about everybody scratching themselves. Scratching themselves all over the place; that just downright disgusting to me. I just wanted to back the fuck away from them and leave. But I didn't, the job pays eighteen bucks and hour. To me, this was good money.
I just got done practicing in the park. Minutes later, I was approached by my main buddy at work; Serge. He was a cheerful person, a bit younger than me though. He immigrated from Italy. The man was a jolly Italian. Tan skin and short dark hair with very small bangs sticking out. If we had workshifts during the day, we'd go out drinking at night. A security guard's job is never restless.
Back to how this shit started with everything going all whack around me. Besides people having this nasty ass rash, others were very sick and were in constant need of meds. Seems our supply of anti-rash creme went empty. I thought that this was just a nasty rash caused by a simple twenty-four hour bug. Y'know? The type that is usually or should be gone after approximately twenty-four hours, equivalent to one damn day.
Some damn day this turned out to be. Seemed Serge didn't catch this nasty skin rash at all. I for one am glad. Quickly, I walked downed down the lobby and made a sharp left to the room that was marked 'employees only'. Damn, was I glad to be away from those people. Hey, this is a first class luxury hotel. Everything is well furnished and clean. So why the hell is everybody inside getting this nasty rash all of a sudden.
One answer popped in my mind; the Umbrella Corporation. But I was like, "Nah... Can't be." I was so fucking wrong. Dammit. Why am I fighting off the undead again? I thought I wouldn't have to see anymore of this shit. Stepping through, I approached my locker and took the combination lock from its place. Inside was my clean and pressed khaki security guard's uniform.
The dreaded workshift starts. I wonder if I'm going to make it through this tonight.
Hours passed as us guards did our rounds. We inspected floor by floor and the most important rooms, too. All I could see were people scratching themselves. Some were even bleeding. Such a goddamn sickening sight. I just wanted to puke. They even started to smell bad. Smelled worse than chitlin breath.
I thought I was living in my past as a STARS member. Unfortunately, I thought right.
Everything started to go straight to fucking hell several hours later. A massive dinner ball was thrown for the rich and famous. Many people showed up alright, but they looked sick as hell. Instead of walking, they limped like they were lazy or they got out of bed or something. Things looked alright until all of a sudden.
"Roooaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!", yelled one of the guests as he lunged at another person. Looked like a fight has broken loose. It looked like a fight until I got first glance at several fresh blood stains. Yeah, I was standing guard at the dinner ball. Me and my co- worker, Giralt. Who, I had to shoot earlier. Damn...
About six of us were standing guard. Girelt and I were the ones to investigate. Cautiously, I stepped back as my eyes widened in horror. I was terrified. Looks as if the past was catching up to me. Three people were cannibalizing on one of the guests. I didn't like the looks or the sounds of this.
All of this got shot straight to hell as the guests attacked one another. They were so fucking out of their minds. The hell is up with this? We both backed away as the guests started to brutality slaughter each other. Then it just occured to me, my worst nightmares have come true.
The whole damn place was full of zombies. "The hell are they?", Girelt asked me. Taking my .38 out, I fired several shots at this one zombie, who almost took a bite out of Girelt.
"No time to explain, follow me!!!", I ordered. It was just the two of us retreating from the ball. But, the people at the ball made up a quarter portion of all the guests. And most of the guests were infected. One good question was, how did the T-Virus get into this place? But I didn't think of finding the answer.
Wanna know why? Because I was busy trying to save our asses. If I survive this, then I'll go investigate. Entering into the lobby, the both of us stopped to see several dead bodies laying in front of us. Seemed to be a big blood bath here. Oh, I remember this damn scenario from STARS.
It's the undead play possum trick. This shit couldn't get any worse, I thought to myself. Both of us just hauled our asses upstairs. Slowly, some of the zombies risen up and staggered towards us. What was once a beautiful place now looked like one of those damn haunted mansions with real zombies and monsters.
Jacked up, I say. Everything had to be so damned jacked up. Not having time to waste, both of us ran up the stairs to avoid the zombies. The stairways seemed to be clear. We kept running until we reached the top floor. Things were just as bad on the top floor. Many screaming guests running all over the place being followed by the hungry and cannibalistic undead.
Being the boyscouts that we are, we just decided to pull our guns out and open up several cans of whoopass on the zombies. Pow, pow, pow, blasting the zombies back to the afterlife. That's when things really started to go wrong. Shit, Girelt had to be reckless and play hero.
I don't know what the hell he was doing in the first place. But that would be the last thing he'd ever do. Running after Girelt, I had to make sure he didn't do any stupid shit. He got ganged up on by three zombies, who sunk their teeth into him. "Gahhhhhhhhhhhhh, Sean!!!!", he screamed out my name.
Rushing there in time, I capped their asses. But I was too late, Girelt was severely hurt. He could still walk but he was limping slowly. Damn, he got infected. "You stupid ass, why the fuck did you have to do that for? You just had to play the damn hero, didn't you?", I asked out of anger and frustration.
"Ack, yeah...", Girelt coughed as I placed his left arm over my shoulders. Dragging him, we found refuge as the double doors opened. Both of us were quickly dragged in. At first I thought they were the undead. Slowly, I looked around to see that they were alive and human. For the next hour, we stayed there. I used my time to think up of a plan.
Things really went to hell as Girelt's body was wildly shaking. Dammit, he was almost a zombie. We had no vaccine with us. The hell am I gonna get some T-Virus vaccine? Damn you, Girelt. You didn't have to go all suicidal and play the fearless hero.
Inside, I was hurting. I could look at his eyes. They were slowly turning white. There was only one damn thing I could do to ease his pain. But I didn't want to resort to that, but I had to. Holding out my .38, I aimed at Girelt's head. You know the rest...
Sean's Recollection
I have no idea on how all this shit happened at my work place. Everything seemed to be fine. Don't jive me by saying that this all was a hoax. I don't play that mind game, yo. Aight, back to how I got dragged into all this zombies and monsters shit, again...
I was about four in the afternoon, where I would have to work the afternoon and night shifts. I've been working as a security guard for over a year now. Yeah, everything you've been hearing so far in this story is true. It has happened to me. What the fuck is going on, homie? Back to the beginning. Like always, I stop a half hour early. It's just my etiquette, y'know? Kinda showing then some African American style hospitality.
Talking about hospitality, I could go for some southern style hospitality right about now. I miss Atlanta. I miss my friends, I miss the beat, I miss the soul, and I miss the good home cooked soul food most of all. Mama knew how to make good soul food. Mmmmmmmhmmmmmmmm... I could taste that golden fried chicken and catfish in my mouth about now. Thinking about it is making my stomach growl and grumble. Shit, I haven't eaten anything yet so far.
I should get something to eat, but the zombies have taken over the kitchen. Damn... How did all of this happen. I thought I wouldn't have to see another ugly ass monster or some stank zombie. This is bullshit, I tell you. I remember how it all started. I was in Virginia, walking out of a building. After a mission, I was honorably discharged from SEAL Team 6.
We were counter-terrorist SEALs. Our job would be neutralize any terrorist threats out at sea, that includes United States waters. We've been through everything, seen everything; but it don't compare to what I saw after leaving the SEALs. That shit just took the cake for me. It was then that I met a woman by the name of Jill Valentine. Heh, Valentine. Such a pretty name for a lovely looking woman...
We talked over lunch and told her that I just left the SEALs. For some reason, she was impressed. Hell almost anybody would be impressed with serviceman's record. She wanted to give me a new job. After that day, I became an official member of STARS. Special Tactics and Rescue Service was what it was. I think I heard of them. Yeah, the ones who talked about a mansion full of zombies and monsters.
At first, I thought they out of their damn minds. I was wrong. Almost dead wrong. Lot of emphasis on the dead part, know what I mean, yo? They must've been getting high off some good weed. Yeah, I remember smoking those 'Mary Janes' back in highschool. That was some good shit, too. That I have to admit. All I remember from my short and brief period of time with STARS, would have to be fighting off those mutated freakish fucks created by the Umbrella Corporation.
It got to the point where I just had it. I didn't want to do this shit anymore. For the first time, something has really gotten to me. Is it just me or am I going insane. The dead are walking around munching on other people. Tell me that's not supposed to exist! I thought that shit only existed in those stupid ass B movies!!! Somebody tell me what the fuck's going on! I cap their asses and they still get up. How the fucking hell is that shit possible?!!!
Man, I was in massive and extensive therapy for I don't know how long. It helped a bit, but not a lot. I was still shaking in my boots. I was about to shit myself. I was scared as hell. It was then that I retreated to a dojo in Alberta, Canada. I couldn't even hit the bag, because I imagined it as a zombie. Those things looked so fucking ugly. The whites of their pupils sent cold chills down my spine. I know that there are many things in this world that can't be comprehended. That's why were fear what we don't know. Frankly, I don't blame them.
Training with Master Tomaki, I was able to slowly recover from witnessing the horrors created by the damn Umbrella corporation. I didn't think I'd be seeing anymore of those uglies. But, I was wrong. It all started when I entered the hotel a half hour before four. It can't believe all this shit is happening; right here; right now...
Some crater faced zombie or some ugly ass hunter or mutation...
I read the diaries, journals, and other shit. I can see at the end is "itchy" and "tasty". The fuck is up with that. Everything is so ravenous... People eating each other and junk. Anyway, I clocked my ass into work and such. I had on my green camouflage pants, my black Reeboks, and a white tanktop.
I was like "What the fuck?", upon entering through the front doors of the hotel plaza. Remembering all of this shit, I could see just about everybody scratching themselves. Scratching themselves all over the place; that just downright disgusting to me. I just wanted to back the fuck away from them and leave. But I didn't, the job pays eighteen bucks and hour. To me, this was good money.
I just got done practicing in the park. Minutes later, I was approached by my main buddy at work; Serge. He was a cheerful person, a bit younger than me though. He immigrated from Italy. The man was a jolly Italian. Tan skin and short dark hair with very small bangs sticking out. If we had workshifts during the day, we'd go out drinking at night. A security guard's job is never restless.
Back to how this shit started with everything going all whack around me. Besides people having this nasty ass rash, others were very sick and were in constant need of meds. Seems our supply of anti-rash creme went empty. I thought that this was just a nasty rash caused by a simple twenty-four hour bug. Y'know? The type that is usually or should be gone after approximately twenty-four hours, equivalent to one damn day.
Some damn day this turned out to be. Seemed Serge didn't catch this nasty skin rash at all. I for one am glad. Quickly, I walked downed down the lobby and made a sharp left to the room that was marked 'employees only'. Damn, was I glad to be away from those people. Hey, this is a first class luxury hotel. Everything is well furnished and clean. So why the hell is everybody inside getting this nasty rash all of a sudden.
One answer popped in my mind; the Umbrella Corporation. But I was like, "Nah... Can't be." I was so fucking wrong. Dammit. Why am I fighting off the undead again? I thought I wouldn't have to see anymore of this shit. Stepping through, I approached my locker and took the combination lock from its place. Inside was my clean and pressed khaki security guard's uniform.
The dreaded workshift starts. I wonder if I'm going to make it through this tonight.
Hours passed as us guards did our rounds. We inspected floor by floor and the most important rooms, too. All I could see were people scratching themselves. Some were even bleeding. Such a goddamn sickening sight. I just wanted to puke. They even started to smell bad. Smelled worse than chitlin breath.
I thought I was living in my past as a STARS member. Unfortunately, I thought right.
Everything started to go straight to fucking hell several hours later. A massive dinner ball was thrown for the rich and famous. Many people showed up alright, but they looked sick as hell. Instead of walking, they limped like they were lazy or they got out of bed or something. Things looked alright until all of a sudden.
"Roooaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!", yelled one of the guests as he lunged at another person. Looked like a fight has broken loose. It looked like a fight until I got first glance at several fresh blood stains. Yeah, I was standing guard at the dinner ball. Me and my co- worker, Giralt. Who, I had to shoot earlier. Damn...
About six of us were standing guard. Girelt and I were the ones to investigate. Cautiously, I stepped back as my eyes widened in horror. I was terrified. Looks as if the past was catching up to me. Three people were cannibalizing on one of the guests. I didn't like the looks or the sounds of this.
All of this got shot straight to hell as the guests attacked one another. They were so fucking out of their minds. The hell is up with this? We both backed away as the guests started to brutality slaughter each other. Then it just occured to me, my worst nightmares have come true.
The whole damn place was full of zombies. "The hell are they?", Girelt asked me. Taking my .38 out, I fired several shots at this one zombie, who almost took a bite out of Girelt.
"No time to explain, follow me!!!", I ordered. It was just the two of us retreating from the ball. But, the people at the ball made up a quarter portion of all the guests. And most of the guests were infected. One good question was, how did the T-Virus get into this place? But I didn't think of finding the answer.
Wanna know why? Because I was busy trying to save our asses. If I survive this, then I'll go investigate. Entering into the lobby, the both of us stopped to see several dead bodies laying in front of us. Seemed to be a big blood bath here. Oh, I remember this damn scenario from STARS.
It's the undead play possum trick. This shit couldn't get any worse, I thought to myself. Both of us just hauled our asses upstairs. Slowly, some of the zombies risen up and staggered towards us. What was once a beautiful place now looked like one of those damn haunted mansions with real zombies and monsters.
Jacked up, I say. Everything had to be so damned jacked up. Not having time to waste, both of us ran up the stairs to avoid the zombies. The stairways seemed to be clear. We kept running until we reached the top floor. Things were just as bad on the top floor. Many screaming guests running all over the place being followed by the hungry and cannibalistic undead.
Being the boyscouts that we are, we just decided to pull our guns out and open up several cans of whoopass on the zombies. Pow, pow, pow, blasting the zombies back to the afterlife. That's when things really started to go wrong. Shit, Girelt had to be reckless and play hero.
I don't know what the hell he was doing in the first place. But that would be the last thing he'd ever do. Running after Girelt, I had to make sure he didn't do any stupid shit. He got ganged up on by three zombies, who sunk their teeth into him. "Gahhhhhhhhhhhhh, Sean!!!!", he screamed out my name.
Rushing there in time, I capped their asses. But I was too late, Girelt was severely hurt. He could still walk but he was limping slowly. Damn, he got infected. "You stupid ass, why the fuck did you have to do that for? You just had to play the damn hero, didn't you?", I asked out of anger and frustration.
"Ack, yeah...", Girelt coughed as I placed his left arm over my shoulders. Dragging him, we found refuge as the double doors opened. Both of us were quickly dragged in. At first I thought they were the undead. Slowly, I looked around to see that they were alive and human. For the next hour, we stayed there. I used my time to think up of a plan.
Things really went to hell as Girelt's body was wildly shaking. Dammit, he was almost a zombie. We had no vaccine with us. The hell am I gonna get some T-Virus vaccine? Damn you, Girelt. You didn't have to go all suicidal and play the fearless hero.
Inside, I was hurting. I could look at his eyes. They were slowly turning white. There was only one damn thing I could do to ease his pain. But I didn't want to resort to that, but I had to. Holding out my .38, I aimed at Girelt's head. You know the rest...