Resident Evil: End Game
Chapter 3
((A/N: Alright, since I don't have Microsoft Works or anything, I won't be able to use Italics, or Bold, or Underlines...Hopefully I'll get Works next week...For now...look below
*text* = thoughts))
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15-year-old Cole Taylor was more frightened than he had been when his parents died.
The boy had been in an alleyway, like always. He wasn't expecting anything to happen, but, then again, things rarely happened in this city. Well, unless you consider what had happened yesterday, when two girls had intruded his alley, when he had cocked his gun, which had alerted them and caused them to run off. Yesterday was different, however...he was simply scared that those two would be with the Foster company, and that they would take him to a Foster Home again...but this was something else... Something had happened today, something so gory and strange that it would leave him scarred for a lifetime...
He had been walking down an alley, an abandonned one right next to an apartment building. He found a barrel at the end of the alley, where the pavement disappeared into the grassy hill that led to the forest. It was busted open, and there was dried blue liquid on the ground...He avoided it, getting an odd feeling that it wasn't supposed to be there, and took down the alley, towards the streets, and froze when he saw what looked like a cat and a dog...feasting on what was left of a human...
Here was the odd part. The dog, what looked like a Golden Retriever, was soaked with blood and decaying flesh. Its left eye emerged from the socket, and its teeth were so long that it penetrated the bottom jaw. One ear was torn off...or rather, rotting off, and bits of decaying flesh fell to the ground. The cat beside it was in the same condition, except its black fur was much darker, and its eyes were glazed over...as were the dog's.
The human in front of them looked like a jogger. He was wearing a white tee-shirt, and was wearing a blue pair of shorts, with a single white stripe going down the sides. His brown hair, which had been cut to be just above the ears, was now greasy and covered with drying blood. The eyes were blank and expressionless, covered with a thin white film. The skin was pale, and he wasn't breathing.
The dog sniffed at the man, then grabbed onto his left shoulder, biting down and tearing away a piece of slightly fresh flesh...the human had been killed recently. The dog chewed on its for a second, then swallowed, and dove in again for another bite, whilst the cat nibbled hungrily on the man's chest, tearing out little pieces and dropping blood on the ground.
Cole backed up, blinking, and slowly brushed a lock of his short brown hair out of his hazel eyes, staring at the sight with a look of disgust and shock on his face. What kind of animals would eat a human being? Perhaps they were starving...but, from the way they looked, the creatures looked like they were...were...
*Dead...Holy shit...they look like they're dead...*
He gulped, then took another step backward, his right hand groping around for the .45 Caliber Pistol that was hidden under his red tee-shirt and tucked in his denim jeans, then paused. If he shot at these creatures, people would hear and come...and he wasn't supposed to have a gun, anyway. It had once been his father's hunting gun, but, now that he was dead, Cole had taken it to protect himself against the murderers and robbers and other people that lingered around the area...this city wasn't safe, no matter what. No city was safe.
He took another step back, and his sneaker hit a single empty can of diet Pepsi, which sent it flying across the alley and beside the dog, who now looked up, eyes gleaming dangerously and hungrily. It caught sight of Cole, and growled in a low voice before lumbering towards him, limmping because of its decaying front left paw. The cat saw him, as well, and hurried past the dog, towards the boy, hissing madly for blood.
Cole reacted quickly. He jumped back, and grabbed at a pipe that was connected to a building. He grabbed at it, and yanked with all the strength he could muster. Within a second, it was off, and Cole rose it above his head, aiming for the cat, for it was much quicker than the canine. He struck at it, nailing it across the face and sending it flying back into a wall, then turned to the dog, who had jumped into the air and was now about a foot away from his face. He swung, striking it in the forehead with a sickening crack. The dog fell to the ground limply, not moving an inch, and COle guessed that he cracked the skull, which was rotting...and bits of matter from the brain oozed out of the gash in the head like Jello. The cat rose up once again, and, instead of using the pipe, Cole kicked at it, nailing it once more in the head and sending the head flying off...literally. It was rotting so much.
The boy stood for a minute, letting his heart slow down to a normal pace, and regaining his breath and composure. He barely noticed that he was shaking when he jumped at another sound...a low moan from ahead of him, that came from the limp body of the jogger. Cole watched it twitch, watched the fingers clench and unclench, and saw the mouth open and close. After a minute, the man pushed himself up, then staggered onto his two feet, barely adjusting to the fact that he was walking before turning to Cole and letting out a low moan. For a second, the boy stood there, rooted to the ground in total and complete shock, before a single thought entered his head.
*Zombie...A fucking zombie in Manitou...I never would've guessed that...*
And before he waited around to see if the man would start to munch on him as a snack, he took off down the alley, into the streets, and kept running, while the man...the zombie...lurched out after him, and was distracted by another human walking past, then looking at him with concern... While the human asked if he was alright, the man lurched forward and leaned into her, then dug his teeth into her neck.
Screams pierced the air.
**********
But I'm not a slave
To a God
That doesn't exist
But I'm not a slave
To a world
That doesn't give a shit
Rowan grinned while she listened to the song sung by her all time favorite artist. Sherry listened to it and stared out the window, watching the buildings rush past, then turning to face the girl, an odd smile upon her face. "Honestly, I dunno why you listen to this," she said in a mocking tone. "Ozzy's got better songs."
"Hell no!" Rowan said in utter shock, laughing softly. "Nuh-uh, Manson's better! Listen to the lyrics!"
"I do," Sherry said with a grin. "They make sense, but Ozzy's got better songs!"
"Nuh-uh!"
"Uh-huh!"
"Nuh-uh!"
"Uh-huh!"
"Ah, whatever."
"Yeah, what you said."
"Oddball."
"Wierdo."
"Idiot."
"Moron."
Rowan grinned at that, then turned to Sherry and nodded, eyes twinkling with excitement. "Indeed, I know you are, but what am I?"
"That's so outdated," Sherry said with another mocking tone.
"Ah, let's stop now, we're here."
The car pulled up to yet another apartment building, except this one was made out of wood. It was large, about five stories tall. Brad and Rachel shared an apartment at the second floor, and Rowan and Sherry were used to it. They loved this place, as well. The apartment was small and cozy, as well as roomy. Quickly, they made their way out of the car and slammed the doors shut before running into the building, up the stairs, and to a door labeled with the number 16.
Rowan knocked, and called out with a tone of humor in her voice. "Y'ello? C'mon out, maties! We got ya surrounded!"
"You'll never take me alive!" came the response of a man, no doubt Brad. They could hear him snicker slightly, and heard Rachel shuffling around, giggling.
"Aye! Then we'll blow yer house down!" Sherry called out. "Cap'n Rowan, get da bulldozer!"
A snicker, and the door open. Brad's face peeked through the opening, and he grinned widely. "A'ight, I surrender! We'll come peacefully!"
"Good choice, matey!" Rowan said. "Might we come in an inspect ye premises?"
"Certainly!"
"Aye. Leutenant Sherry, c'mon!"
Sherry laughed and walked in, followed closely by Rowan. Brad closed the door behind them, and turned to face them. Rowan ran over and hugged him, then pulled away and grinned like an idiot, running over to hug Rachel, while Sherry did the same. After a moment, Sherry looked around, and Rowan rubbed her head.
The apartment was indeed small, but, like I said before, it was very roomy and neat. The kitchen was large enough to have a table in the center, and the floor was clean. The rub in the living room and bedroom was sea blue, and the walls were painted white. In the living room, the area in which Rowan and Sherry had just stepped in, a coach was placed against the far left wall. A small television sat in front of it. In the bedroom was a single bed, which sat beside a dresser. The bathroom was across the bedroom...
Rowan looked up at them both, then smirked softly. "How ya doing?" she asked, smiling.
Brad and Rachel exchanged glances, and smiles, and turned back to her and Sherry, grinning from ear to ear. "We've got good news," Rachel was saying. "Remember all the S.T.A.R.S. members? Brad's team?"
"Yeah?" Sherry asked anxiously.
"They're heading into town," Brad said. "Things are getting uptight in Europe..."
"You're...shitting me, right?" Rowan asked tentavely.
"I shit you not," he replied. "They're coming for a visit."
"HAH!" Rowan cried out, then grabbed onto Sherry by the wrists and started swinging around gleefully,a wide grin on her face. "Ohmygod!! Sherry, we're gonna see Jill and Carlos and everyone else!"
Sherry laughed at her antics, and looked over at the two adults with a grin. "Heh, I'll make tea for 'em!"
Rowan choked out and shook her, snickering madly. "Uh-uh! Remember what happened last time?"
Sherry snickered a bit, then nodded. "I know...but things change!"
"Remember what happened to the teapot?"
"I killed it."
"You did more than that...you melted a hole in the bottom."
Brad laughed at that, as did Rachel. The two were now leaning against a wall, arms draped over each other's shoulders, watching the two kids.
"I left the burner on and forgot...heh."
"You sure did. I walked out of my room and couldn't see a thing! Too much smoke!"
"And you thought I cooked the cat!"
"Well, Felix was nowhere in sight...and I was hearing snap crackle pop, so I figured that you went and commited arson or something."
"Heh, you're the pyromaniac, not I!"
"Wanna switch places?"
"Nope."
Rowan and Sherry snickered and turned to the two adults, who were just about in stitches. This was normally how the two acted, always picking playfully on each other...and it was quite humorous. Soon after their little 'argument' was over, the two sat downon the floor and looked up at them, and the two sat down, as well, and they all began to start their own conversation.
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By the time the conversation was over, Sherry and Rowan had to leave to go pick up Shiva and the others. They left with the promise to be careful and come back later on, and Brad and Rachel had nodded, saying that they would be waiting. The two had gotten in their car, and started the engine, driving down the road and fighting over the CD player in their car, and fighting over which CD they should play. Brad and Rachel smiled to themselves and headed into the living room, where they sat on the coach and leaned against each other, sighing contently.
It was only then that the television screen flickered from Saturday Night Live to a news bulletin, and the two looked up in alert. This didn't happen often, and, when it did, it was often something serious, like the time the supercell lingered over town, and when the rapist was on the loose...
But when the man on the television spoke, it wasn't about a storm or about a rapist...but it was about...something else...
Chapter 3
((A/N: Alright, since I don't have Microsoft Works or anything, I won't be able to use Italics, or Bold, or Underlines...Hopefully I'll get Works next week...For now...look below
*text* = thoughts))
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15-year-old Cole Taylor was more frightened than he had been when his parents died.
The boy had been in an alleyway, like always. He wasn't expecting anything to happen, but, then again, things rarely happened in this city. Well, unless you consider what had happened yesterday, when two girls had intruded his alley, when he had cocked his gun, which had alerted them and caused them to run off. Yesterday was different, however...he was simply scared that those two would be with the Foster company, and that they would take him to a Foster Home again...but this was something else... Something had happened today, something so gory and strange that it would leave him scarred for a lifetime...
He had been walking down an alley, an abandonned one right next to an apartment building. He found a barrel at the end of the alley, where the pavement disappeared into the grassy hill that led to the forest. It was busted open, and there was dried blue liquid on the ground...He avoided it, getting an odd feeling that it wasn't supposed to be there, and took down the alley, towards the streets, and froze when he saw what looked like a cat and a dog...feasting on what was left of a human...
Here was the odd part. The dog, what looked like a Golden Retriever, was soaked with blood and decaying flesh. Its left eye emerged from the socket, and its teeth were so long that it penetrated the bottom jaw. One ear was torn off...or rather, rotting off, and bits of decaying flesh fell to the ground. The cat beside it was in the same condition, except its black fur was much darker, and its eyes were glazed over...as were the dog's.
The human in front of them looked like a jogger. He was wearing a white tee-shirt, and was wearing a blue pair of shorts, with a single white stripe going down the sides. His brown hair, which had been cut to be just above the ears, was now greasy and covered with drying blood. The eyes were blank and expressionless, covered with a thin white film. The skin was pale, and he wasn't breathing.
The dog sniffed at the man, then grabbed onto his left shoulder, biting down and tearing away a piece of slightly fresh flesh...the human had been killed recently. The dog chewed on its for a second, then swallowed, and dove in again for another bite, whilst the cat nibbled hungrily on the man's chest, tearing out little pieces and dropping blood on the ground.
Cole backed up, blinking, and slowly brushed a lock of his short brown hair out of his hazel eyes, staring at the sight with a look of disgust and shock on his face. What kind of animals would eat a human being? Perhaps they were starving...but, from the way they looked, the creatures looked like they were...were...
*Dead...Holy shit...they look like they're dead...*
He gulped, then took another step backward, his right hand groping around for the .45 Caliber Pistol that was hidden under his red tee-shirt and tucked in his denim jeans, then paused. If he shot at these creatures, people would hear and come...and he wasn't supposed to have a gun, anyway. It had once been his father's hunting gun, but, now that he was dead, Cole had taken it to protect himself against the murderers and robbers and other people that lingered around the area...this city wasn't safe, no matter what. No city was safe.
He took another step back, and his sneaker hit a single empty can of diet Pepsi, which sent it flying across the alley and beside the dog, who now looked up, eyes gleaming dangerously and hungrily. It caught sight of Cole, and growled in a low voice before lumbering towards him, limmping because of its decaying front left paw. The cat saw him, as well, and hurried past the dog, towards the boy, hissing madly for blood.
Cole reacted quickly. He jumped back, and grabbed at a pipe that was connected to a building. He grabbed at it, and yanked with all the strength he could muster. Within a second, it was off, and Cole rose it above his head, aiming for the cat, for it was much quicker than the canine. He struck at it, nailing it across the face and sending it flying back into a wall, then turned to the dog, who had jumped into the air and was now about a foot away from his face. He swung, striking it in the forehead with a sickening crack. The dog fell to the ground limply, not moving an inch, and COle guessed that he cracked the skull, which was rotting...and bits of matter from the brain oozed out of the gash in the head like Jello. The cat rose up once again, and, instead of using the pipe, Cole kicked at it, nailing it once more in the head and sending the head flying off...literally. It was rotting so much.
The boy stood for a minute, letting his heart slow down to a normal pace, and regaining his breath and composure. He barely noticed that he was shaking when he jumped at another sound...a low moan from ahead of him, that came from the limp body of the jogger. Cole watched it twitch, watched the fingers clench and unclench, and saw the mouth open and close. After a minute, the man pushed himself up, then staggered onto his two feet, barely adjusting to the fact that he was walking before turning to Cole and letting out a low moan. For a second, the boy stood there, rooted to the ground in total and complete shock, before a single thought entered his head.
*Zombie...A fucking zombie in Manitou...I never would've guessed that...*
And before he waited around to see if the man would start to munch on him as a snack, he took off down the alley, into the streets, and kept running, while the man...the zombie...lurched out after him, and was distracted by another human walking past, then looking at him with concern... While the human asked if he was alright, the man lurched forward and leaned into her, then dug his teeth into her neck.
Screams pierced the air.
**********
But I'm not a slave
To a God
That doesn't exist
But I'm not a slave
To a world
That doesn't give a shit
Rowan grinned while she listened to the song sung by her all time favorite artist. Sherry listened to it and stared out the window, watching the buildings rush past, then turning to face the girl, an odd smile upon her face. "Honestly, I dunno why you listen to this," she said in a mocking tone. "Ozzy's got better songs."
"Hell no!" Rowan said in utter shock, laughing softly. "Nuh-uh, Manson's better! Listen to the lyrics!"
"I do," Sherry said with a grin. "They make sense, but Ozzy's got better songs!"
"Nuh-uh!"
"Uh-huh!"
"Nuh-uh!"
"Uh-huh!"
"Ah, whatever."
"Yeah, what you said."
"Oddball."
"Wierdo."
"Idiot."
"Moron."
Rowan grinned at that, then turned to Sherry and nodded, eyes twinkling with excitement. "Indeed, I know you are, but what am I?"
"That's so outdated," Sherry said with another mocking tone.
"Ah, let's stop now, we're here."
The car pulled up to yet another apartment building, except this one was made out of wood. It was large, about five stories tall. Brad and Rachel shared an apartment at the second floor, and Rowan and Sherry were used to it. They loved this place, as well. The apartment was small and cozy, as well as roomy. Quickly, they made their way out of the car and slammed the doors shut before running into the building, up the stairs, and to a door labeled with the number 16.
Rowan knocked, and called out with a tone of humor in her voice. "Y'ello? C'mon out, maties! We got ya surrounded!"
"You'll never take me alive!" came the response of a man, no doubt Brad. They could hear him snicker slightly, and heard Rachel shuffling around, giggling.
"Aye! Then we'll blow yer house down!" Sherry called out. "Cap'n Rowan, get da bulldozer!"
A snicker, and the door open. Brad's face peeked through the opening, and he grinned widely. "A'ight, I surrender! We'll come peacefully!"
"Good choice, matey!" Rowan said. "Might we come in an inspect ye premises?"
"Certainly!"
"Aye. Leutenant Sherry, c'mon!"
Sherry laughed and walked in, followed closely by Rowan. Brad closed the door behind them, and turned to face them. Rowan ran over and hugged him, then pulled away and grinned like an idiot, running over to hug Rachel, while Sherry did the same. After a moment, Sherry looked around, and Rowan rubbed her head.
The apartment was indeed small, but, like I said before, it was very roomy and neat. The kitchen was large enough to have a table in the center, and the floor was clean. The rub in the living room and bedroom was sea blue, and the walls were painted white. In the living room, the area in which Rowan and Sherry had just stepped in, a coach was placed against the far left wall. A small television sat in front of it. In the bedroom was a single bed, which sat beside a dresser. The bathroom was across the bedroom...
Rowan looked up at them both, then smirked softly. "How ya doing?" she asked, smiling.
Brad and Rachel exchanged glances, and smiles, and turned back to her and Sherry, grinning from ear to ear. "We've got good news," Rachel was saying. "Remember all the S.T.A.R.S. members? Brad's team?"
"Yeah?" Sherry asked anxiously.
"They're heading into town," Brad said. "Things are getting uptight in Europe..."
"You're...shitting me, right?" Rowan asked tentavely.
"I shit you not," he replied. "They're coming for a visit."
"HAH!" Rowan cried out, then grabbed onto Sherry by the wrists and started swinging around gleefully,a wide grin on her face. "Ohmygod!! Sherry, we're gonna see Jill and Carlos and everyone else!"
Sherry laughed at her antics, and looked over at the two adults with a grin. "Heh, I'll make tea for 'em!"
Rowan choked out and shook her, snickering madly. "Uh-uh! Remember what happened last time?"
Sherry snickered a bit, then nodded. "I know...but things change!"
"Remember what happened to the teapot?"
"I killed it."
"You did more than that...you melted a hole in the bottom."
Brad laughed at that, as did Rachel. The two were now leaning against a wall, arms draped over each other's shoulders, watching the two kids.
"I left the burner on and forgot...heh."
"You sure did. I walked out of my room and couldn't see a thing! Too much smoke!"
"And you thought I cooked the cat!"
"Well, Felix was nowhere in sight...and I was hearing snap crackle pop, so I figured that you went and commited arson or something."
"Heh, you're the pyromaniac, not I!"
"Wanna switch places?"
"Nope."
Rowan and Sherry snickered and turned to the two adults, who were just about in stitches. This was normally how the two acted, always picking playfully on each other...and it was quite humorous. Soon after their little 'argument' was over, the two sat downon the floor and looked up at them, and the two sat down, as well, and they all began to start their own conversation.
**********
By the time the conversation was over, Sherry and Rowan had to leave to go pick up Shiva and the others. They left with the promise to be careful and come back later on, and Brad and Rachel had nodded, saying that they would be waiting. The two had gotten in their car, and started the engine, driving down the road and fighting over the CD player in their car, and fighting over which CD they should play. Brad and Rachel smiled to themselves and headed into the living room, where they sat on the coach and leaned against each other, sighing contently.
It was only then that the television screen flickered from Saturday Night Live to a news bulletin, and the two looked up in alert. This didn't happen often, and, when it did, it was often something serious, like the time the supercell lingered over town, and when the rapist was on the loose...
But when the man on the television spoke, it wasn't about a storm or about a rapist...but it was about...something else...