Chapter 4
(I do not own R.E. or any of its characters)
David Trapp raised his gun in fear, his hands shaking as he tried to keep aim. The zombie stretched its arms out to him in hunger, oblivious to the fact that it should by all means be dead.
David opened fire, sending four bullets right into the creature's heart. He wanted to run then, but he could only stare in horror as its chest started to heal itself, flaps of dead tissue and muscle bonding together to repair the broken chest. The bits of blood that sprayed his way clotted in mid-air and hit him, rebounding off his body and onto the floor.
He screamed, emptying his clip into the zombie's head. He was still screaming and firing an empty gun when he woke up. In the far wall, past his bed were three bullet holes, luckily he didn't sleep with a full magazine.
The pale moon cast its light into his small room, leaving it with an eerie glow.
Shouts came from downstairs, and Rebecca Chambers ran into his room in her nightgown, gun up. "What is it?" she gasped, holding her side.
David put the gun down onto the nightstand next to him and sighed. "Nothing Becca, just a bad dream is all."
David noticed her hip and asked, "What's with you?"
Rebecca said , "I hit my hip on the banister running up here, dammit Dave you scared me! Look at the wall!" she scolded.
"Well," Dave said grinning, "I probably scared the hell out of the neighbors."
Rebecca punched him in the arm lightly and laid her head in his lap, 'You know there aren't any neighbors around for miles anyway, which you also know I hate. I don't know why you insist on hiding out here in the woods, you and Leon have got things to do here, but I'm a girl Davey. I need to hang out with other girls. Do you think that someday we'll be able to live a normal life? Ya know, with a dog and a yard, neighbors."
David, hating to be called Davey, countered by giving Rebecca a light noogie and saying, "Don't know Becky, but right now I'd like to know where the hell Leon is."
"Don't know, you know Leon. He's probably still sleeping like a rock. He misses Claire ya know."
David grimaced. Hugging Rebecca tighter and wondering what he would do if he lost her. They had gone on a difficult mission, and Claire had been taken by Umbrella. Last David had heard was that she was on some island and Chris had gone to rescue her.
David didn't doubt Chris's abilities, but he should have taken Leon with him. Instead Barry flew him over to his and Rebecca's cabin so he could relax and keep his mind off of her.
He looked again down at Rebecca and smiled. "Where were you this time?" Rebecca asked softly.
David sighed, "I was in a large house, and I was standing in front of a large door covered with vines. To my right were four indents carved into the wall and some writing. All I remember is I put a key into the first slot and fell into darkness. For a long time I was in the dark, then when I woke up, head pounding, I was in a long hallway. All around me were zombies, and I had no weapon."
Rebecca nodded, knowing exactly what he meant; she'd had some even worse dreams than that.
"But here's the kicker Rebecca, when I ran through a door to escape it slammed behind me. I was trapped in a room with a single zombie and a carcass. I couldn't tell, but the man dead on the floor must have been police or something because he had a gun. I grabbed it and aimed at the zombie, hoping to slip around it and conserve ammo, but it started to walk towards me, moaning. I shot it four times, in the heart."
Rebecca urged him to go on and he finished, "It didn't die Becca, it started to reform-..fix itself. Even the blood flying through the air, it hardened in mid-air and bounced off my chest."
"Woah," Rebecca let out a huge breath. "It'd make a good movie, but I know that's not possible. The T-virus only reanimates the mind, and only the most primitive of functions at that. You know the details, hunger, smell, sight, and movement. But it can't think for itself anymore and surely can't pump blood anymore, much less have it clot up. Bad dream though, kind of like mine last night, the one about John. Ever since we separated I can't stop worrying about him; going off on his own was a bad idea. Even if he wanted to go visit his family. Your dream is odd because the Spencer Estate had a large door covered with forestry, and there were four crests that had to be placed into the wall to open it."
She turned to look into his eyes and said, "In my dream John was with two people, an old man in a dirty cowboy hat and an Asian woman. Leon was there too, but not with them. It was strange because, I think he was following them, not wanting to be seen. They were firing at a group of zombies in a hallway also."
David hugged her, "Well at least we're safe here, and it was all just a dream. I'm sure John's fine, but where the hell is Leon?"
Suddenly the window next to them imploded, spraying glass in every direction while Leon's body flew through the air and into the room. David jumped back in fear; reaching for a clip to load his gun while a screaming Rebecca ran to Leon and pulled him behind the bed. As she did, Leon's body left a thin trail of blood on the dark carpet.
Then out of nowhere a large tentacle whipped into the room, grabbing David Trapp and pulling him through the window and into the night. The huge figure lifted a razor sharp claw to David's face and shrieked one high- pitched word. "S.T.A.R.S.!!!!"
(I do not own R.E. or any of its characters)
David Trapp raised his gun in fear, his hands shaking as he tried to keep aim. The zombie stretched its arms out to him in hunger, oblivious to the fact that it should by all means be dead.
David opened fire, sending four bullets right into the creature's heart. He wanted to run then, but he could only stare in horror as its chest started to heal itself, flaps of dead tissue and muscle bonding together to repair the broken chest. The bits of blood that sprayed his way clotted in mid-air and hit him, rebounding off his body and onto the floor.
He screamed, emptying his clip into the zombie's head. He was still screaming and firing an empty gun when he woke up. In the far wall, past his bed were three bullet holes, luckily he didn't sleep with a full magazine.
The pale moon cast its light into his small room, leaving it with an eerie glow.
Shouts came from downstairs, and Rebecca Chambers ran into his room in her nightgown, gun up. "What is it?" she gasped, holding her side.
David put the gun down onto the nightstand next to him and sighed. "Nothing Becca, just a bad dream is all."
David noticed her hip and asked, "What's with you?"
Rebecca said , "I hit my hip on the banister running up here, dammit Dave you scared me! Look at the wall!" she scolded.
"Well," Dave said grinning, "I probably scared the hell out of the neighbors."
Rebecca punched him in the arm lightly and laid her head in his lap, 'You know there aren't any neighbors around for miles anyway, which you also know I hate. I don't know why you insist on hiding out here in the woods, you and Leon have got things to do here, but I'm a girl Davey. I need to hang out with other girls. Do you think that someday we'll be able to live a normal life? Ya know, with a dog and a yard, neighbors."
David, hating to be called Davey, countered by giving Rebecca a light noogie and saying, "Don't know Becky, but right now I'd like to know where the hell Leon is."
"Don't know, you know Leon. He's probably still sleeping like a rock. He misses Claire ya know."
David grimaced. Hugging Rebecca tighter and wondering what he would do if he lost her. They had gone on a difficult mission, and Claire had been taken by Umbrella. Last David had heard was that she was on some island and Chris had gone to rescue her.
David didn't doubt Chris's abilities, but he should have taken Leon with him. Instead Barry flew him over to his and Rebecca's cabin so he could relax and keep his mind off of her.
He looked again down at Rebecca and smiled. "Where were you this time?" Rebecca asked softly.
David sighed, "I was in a large house, and I was standing in front of a large door covered with vines. To my right were four indents carved into the wall and some writing. All I remember is I put a key into the first slot and fell into darkness. For a long time I was in the dark, then when I woke up, head pounding, I was in a long hallway. All around me were zombies, and I had no weapon."
Rebecca nodded, knowing exactly what he meant; she'd had some even worse dreams than that.
"But here's the kicker Rebecca, when I ran through a door to escape it slammed behind me. I was trapped in a room with a single zombie and a carcass. I couldn't tell, but the man dead on the floor must have been police or something because he had a gun. I grabbed it and aimed at the zombie, hoping to slip around it and conserve ammo, but it started to walk towards me, moaning. I shot it four times, in the heart."
Rebecca urged him to go on and he finished, "It didn't die Becca, it started to reform-..fix itself. Even the blood flying through the air, it hardened in mid-air and bounced off my chest."
"Woah," Rebecca let out a huge breath. "It'd make a good movie, but I know that's not possible. The T-virus only reanimates the mind, and only the most primitive of functions at that. You know the details, hunger, smell, sight, and movement. But it can't think for itself anymore and surely can't pump blood anymore, much less have it clot up. Bad dream though, kind of like mine last night, the one about John. Ever since we separated I can't stop worrying about him; going off on his own was a bad idea. Even if he wanted to go visit his family. Your dream is odd because the Spencer Estate had a large door covered with forestry, and there were four crests that had to be placed into the wall to open it."
She turned to look into his eyes and said, "In my dream John was with two people, an old man in a dirty cowboy hat and an Asian woman. Leon was there too, but not with them. It was strange because, I think he was following them, not wanting to be seen. They were firing at a group of zombies in a hallway also."
David hugged her, "Well at least we're safe here, and it was all just a dream. I'm sure John's fine, but where the hell is Leon?"
Suddenly the window next to them imploded, spraying glass in every direction while Leon's body flew through the air and into the room. David jumped back in fear; reaching for a clip to load his gun while a screaming Rebecca ran to Leon and pulled him behind the bed. As she did, Leon's body left a thin trail of blood on the dark carpet.
Then out of nowhere a large tentacle whipped into the room, grabbing David Trapp and pulling him through the window and into the night. The huge figure lifted a razor sharp claw to David's face and shrieked one high- pitched word. "S.T.A.R.S.!!!!"
