Author's note: Sorry about the short chapters but I originally wrote this on Rockwell 14, so the text was larger. Anyway after Chapter 7 the chapters should get longer (here's hoping) and this is also my first fan-fic, and not perfect so sorry about that too.
Still. Don't. Own. Resident. Evil. Period.
Chapter 3: A bad feeling
Andre's house, Friday 19th July 2002, 8.10am
"A mysterious disease is continuing to infect the population. About a third of the islands' civilians are affected. Most of who have been killed. We now cross over to the Jersey General hospital and Dr. Richard Kelly for what to do if you think you are infected." Said the news lady on a daily broadcast. Andre watched carefully.
"Well the first symptoms to look out for are rotten flesh and impaired thinking and speech." Said Dr. Kelly " The symptoms will get worse. By the end the flesh will have completely rotted, speech will get to sentences that are incomprehensible and an incredibly large appetite. Remember, if you show any of these symptoms go to your doctor."
Andre goes off to brush his teeth and comes back down. He then leaves the house, gets into the car and leaves for school.
Le Rocquier School, 8.30amAndre arrives outside his form room where everyone was. He finds his friends and listens into their conversation. After a few minutes, Kirsty Cassin stumbles into view. "My god, She looks like the living dead." Mutters Guy. "Don't worry. That's her normal style." Andre jokes. She stumbles over to a classmate and grabs them. "HelaaaAAAARGH!" She screamed as kirsty bit into her neck and started EATING her. "OH MY GOD! RUN!" someone shouted out at random. Half the class ran off while others, including Andre his and friends, just stood there.
"What are we going to do?" whispered Guy, trying not to attract attention. " Why don't we charge?" suggested Craig. "Okay." Replied the others. "Right, on three. 1…2…3!" Ordered Craig. They, along with a few others, knocked her to the ground. After a LOT of fighting and shoving, Guy knock her against a wall. She falls down. "Is…she dead?" Asked Glyn. "Looks like it." Andre replied. Just at that moment, a group of teachers appear round the corner. They look at the body then look at the group. "Who did this?" asked Miss Grant-Pierce. The entire group then all point at Guy. "Sorry." Said Guy, timidly.
9.10am
By this time, the police and paramedics had arrived. Kirsty was being out into a body bag and the police are interrogating Guy. "Honestly, I didn't mean it!" Said an extremely desperate Guy. "She was already dead!" "I don't care. They still all said it was you." Said the police officer. Andre was sitting outside, waiting for his turn. Guy walked out, handcuffed. The officer peered out and said, "Come on in.". Andre followed and sat down inside the van. "Now, tell us everything that happened." Said the police officer. "Well, we saw her coming in and then suddenly-" Andre is cut off by loud screams coming from outside. He and the cop ran outside to see that Kirsty had burst out of the bag and was chewing on one of the paramedics. It jumped up and started going for an officer. "Oh god!" shouted the cop while he unholstered his weapon and shot her in the chest. She didn't even flinch. "What the hell?" said the officer, before popping a few more into her. She falls and slowly gets up. At this time the cop looked at the superintendent. He nodded. The cop aims at the girls' head and fires. The top of it goes to pieces and she falls down…dead.
