Billy sat in the audience, an impatient look on his face. It had been almost an hour since he had sat down. Even the dancers had begun to show signs of their obvious impatience. And to top things off he could have sworn the place had gotten eerier since he'd first arrived here. It was almost like that one time...shaking his head he quickly disregarded the thought. There was no way...but still...wasn't this place barely an hour away from what used to be Raccoon City? Not wanting to think about it anymore he shut his eyes and concentrated on thinking about the current situation with BoA...
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"This is ridiculous...it's almost been an hour now!" exclaimed Leon. Even Carlos had to admit that this was getting out of hand. "That's it...I'm going to go see the manager." Said Jill getting up and making her way toward the kitchen. "I'll come too!" said Claire eager to take her mind off of things. As Chris watched the two walk off, he glanced up at the small TV above them. Still more music videos. Sighing, he turned and looked over at the couple sitting across the room. They seemed to be staring and pointing at something out the window in terror. Suddenly he felt cold…something was wrong…terribly wrong. Standing up, he turned to where Jill and Claire had gone, worry written all over his face. However, before he could follow after them, the sound of shattering glass filled the air, followed by sounds that had become all too familiar to them all. The three men watched in horror as a small group of zombies burst into the room and attacked the couple. The woman screamed and turned to run, but tripped over a table, sending platters of food and chairs plummeting to the floor in a resounding crash.
"What was that?" said Jill whirling around. Claire didn't respond as she slowly approached the kitchen door. Stepping up to the double doors, she peered into the kitchen, her eyes slowly searching for any sign of life. There was a grill still hot and steamy, remnants of burning food remained, but no one was tending to it. Curious, Claire leaned in for a closer look...
Chris, who was now sweating heavily, analyzed the current situation. He watched in horror as the helpless woman was devoured by the ravenous group of zombies. Something wasn't right. Umbrella was supposed to have been defeated! So then where did these zombies come from?
Before he could think any further, Chris was interrupted by a very frantic Carlos. "What's going on here?! Where in the hell did they come from?!" Carlos backed away from the scene, ready to retreat at any second.
"What are we gonna do? If they're here then that means that half the town is probably infected by now!" exclaimed Leon, his eyes never leaving the monsters.
"I don't know," replied Chris as he scanned the restaurant for a safe escape route for both them and the girls. "Whatever it is, we need to figure it out fast. I only have my Baretta and it's only got 10 bullets in it."
"10 bullets?! It takes at least one whole magazine to take out those things! We'll never make it out here with just that many bullets!" exclaimed Carlos.
"Yea, I know," replied Chris grimly. Before he could think any further, they were startled by a loud shriek from where Jill and Claire had disappeared. "Oh no, Claire!" exclaimed Chris running in the direction the two females had disappeared earlier.
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"Whoa, calm down babe, it's just me!"
Rebecca winced at the name as her assistant director and possibly the sleaziest man alive, David Bruce smirked at her. He was tall and lanky with shoulder length dirty blonde hair that he kept pulled back into a ponytail with a small goatee. Rebecca watched in disgust as his small green eyes took in her outfit greedily. "Lookin' good as usual babe." He said with an admiring smirk.
"Please quit calling me 'babe', I've asked you not to do that before," said Rebecca in a somewhat irritated tone. "And where's Mr. Wakayama? We're late for rehearsals."
"Aww, don't be like that, babe. Ya know I only call ya that because you're my number one favorite in the music business!" said David slinging an arm over her shoulders. Shrugging off his arm, Rebecca concentrated on not getting angry. "Look, I don't have time for this. Where is Mr. Wakayama? We have to get this rehearsal done so I can greet my guests."
"Well, hon, to be honest with ya, nobody knows. We haven't seen him all day, and it seems the storm has knocked out our phones...we can't reach him," said David as he shrugged. "They sent me over here to deliver you to the rehearsals instead."
Rebecca frowned. The storm out there was heavy, but it wasn't enough to simply knock out the phone lines all over the city. However, before she could think about it anymore, a bloodcurdling scream sounded from the auditorium. "What was that?" she said, a cold fear enveloping her. "I don't know...you stay here!" said David reaching into his pocket and pulling out a gun. "If anything happens, there's a handgun and some bullets in the storage room down that hall. If you hear any shooting, I want you to run. You got me?" Rebecca nodded and watched as he ran off toward the auditorium.
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Billy jumped up in his seat at the sound of the scream. How long had he been sleeping? Looking around in a dazed state, he attempted to gather his wits. Looking over to the stage, he watched in confusion as the dancers scrambled and fled in terror from some unseen force, shrieking in horror. What was going on? And where was BoA? Standing to his feet, Billy made his way to the stage. Before he could get too far, he stopped dead in his tracks. "No...it can't be..." he whispered in disbelief as he backed away slowly...
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That's it for that chapter! I'll put the next one up in a bit!