Tyler and Rachelle set out on the wild streets of Raccoon City. They
didn't have to kill very zombies on the way, thankfully. It seemed as
though there was someone else out there, too. Tyler immediately hoped that
somebody else was out there, and that they were living—not dead, as so many
of the patrons of this community were now. Rachelle didn't care whether
there was someone else or not. All she cared about was getting out of that
evil place. Rachelle was very good and quiet like Tyler had told her to
be. She never said a word, or stopped to examine anything. She just kept
moving, unless Tyler stopped.
The two came to a huge intersection. There were crashed cars everywhere, with dead bodies inside. Tyler instinctively picked Rachelle up, and asked her to cover her eyes. Of course, Tyler was pretty sure that Rachelle had grown accustomed to seeing dead people over the past few days. He knew that he had.
"Okay, Rachelle. We're going to try to move through here without anything stopping us. I need you to be extra quiet. You never know when one of those monster things is going to pop out next. Okay?"
Rachelle just nodded, putting a thumb in her mouth. Of course she was afraid. Why wouldn't she be? Everyone that she knew was either dead, or soon to be. Tyler began moving, and Rachelle closed off her train of thought. Tyler moved through the series of burning, wrecked cars and dead people, hoping not to get caught by something that wanted to eat his brains. Tyler successfully managed to wander through the crowded intersection without getting bitten or scratched.
After they were back in the alley, Rachelle was set down on the ground. She looked up at Tyler, grabbing his hand. "Tyler? Do you think that there are other places like this? With monsters?"
"I really don't know, Rachelle. There could be." Rachelle seemed to think about this for a moment. As they walked down the back alley of a bar, Tyler spotted something moving. It was only a rat. He sighed, relieved. He kept walking as Rachelle began rattling off another question to him.
"Why is this happening, Tyler?"
"I don't know, Rachelle. Something strange is going on around here, though. All these skinless dogs and decaying zombies…"
"What are zombies, Tyler?"
"You know, the monsters that keep chasing us."
"Oh. Tyler, do you think that we'll get out of here?" With that question, Tyler stopped dead in his tracks (no pun intended). He looked down at Rachelle, clearing his throat. He didn't have an answer to that question. He didn't even think that God had the answer to that question—if there was a God. Tyler kneeled down, looking at Rachelle eye-level.
"You and I are certainly going to try, Rachelle. Just stick with me, and everything will be okay." Rachelle just nodded, and the two padded on. Raccoon City was a large place, and right then, it seemed as though the city limits would never end. It seemed like days, but it had only been hours, that they had been wandering these streets. Rachelle was getting cranky, and so was Tyler. He lit up a cigarette, sighing. They stopped for a short break. Tyler looked up above the building they were standing next to. He could vaguely see the top of the Umbrella building. Right then, he knew exactly where they had to go. If any survivors, or police would be around, they would be there, investigating.
"Tyler, smoking is bad for you."
"Rachelle, I don't really give a damn right now."
"Tyler, you said damn."
"And so did you. Now, let's go." Tyler butted the cigarette, running his fingers through his shaggy brown hair. He was a skinny, but stealth kid. If it weren't for his smoking habit, he could have been an all-star on the track team. He took Rachelle's hand, and began heading to the Umbrella building.
The two came to a huge intersection. There were crashed cars everywhere, with dead bodies inside. Tyler instinctively picked Rachelle up, and asked her to cover her eyes. Of course, Tyler was pretty sure that Rachelle had grown accustomed to seeing dead people over the past few days. He knew that he had.
"Okay, Rachelle. We're going to try to move through here without anything stopping us. I need you to be extra quiet. You never know when one of those monster things is going to pop out next. Okay?"
Rachelle just nodded, putting a thumb in her mouth. Of course she was afraid. Why wouldn't she be? Everyone that she knew was either dead, or soon to be. Tyler began moving, and Rachelle closed off her train of thought. Tyler moved through the series of burning, wrecked cars and dead people, hoping not to get caught by something that wanted to eat his brains. Tyler successfully managed to wander through the crowded intersection without getting bitten or scratched.
After they were back in the alley, Rachelle was set down on the ground. She looked up at Tyler, grabbing his hand. "Tyler? Do you think that there are other places like this? With monsters?"
"I really don't know, Rachelle. There could be." Rachelle seemed to think about this for a moment. As they walked down the back alley of a bar, Tyler spotted something moving. It was only a rat. He sighed, relieved. He kept walking as Rachelle began rattling off another question to him.
"Why is this happening, Tyler?"
"I don't know, Rachelle. Something strange is going on around here, though. All these skinless dogs and decaying zombies…"
"What are zombies, Tyler?"
"You know, the monsters that keep chasing us."
"Oh. Tyler, do you think that we'll get out of here?" With that question, Tyler stopped dead in his tracks (no pun intended). He looked down at Rachelle, clearing his throat. He didn't have an answer to that question. He didn't even think that God had the answer to that question—if there was a God. Tyler kneeled down, looking at Rachelle eye-level.
"You and I are certainly going to try, Rachelle. Just stick with me, and everything will be okay." Rachelle just nodded, and the two padded on. Raccoon City was a large place, and right then, it seemed as though the city limits would never end. It seemed like days, but it had only been hours, that they had been wandering these streets. Rachelle was getting cranky, and so was Tyler. He lit up a cigarette, sighing. They stopped for a short break. Tyler looked up above the building they were standing next to. He could vaguely see the top of the Umbrella building. Right then, he knew exactly where they had to go. If any survivors, or police would be around, they would be there, investigating.
"Tyler, smoking is bad for you."
"Rachelle, I don't really give a damn right now."
"Tyler, you said damn."
"And so did you. Now, let's go." Tyler butted the cigarette, running his fingers through his shaggy brown hair. He was a skinny, but stealth kid. If it weren't for his smoking habit, he could have been an all-star on the track team. He took Rachelle's hand, and began heading to the Umbrella building.