He looked up at the sky, comforted, in a sense, by the vast field of cloudless blue. It seemed to be one of those days he would truly cherish. A picnic day, he thought as he turned to his side, still trying to regain the wind that was knocked out of him.
Where are you? The question arose in his mind as he turned over onto his stomach.
Scott weakly pushed himself off of the soft ground. He looked around him; cages cowered before him, their broken rusted metal bars bent, with hints of bloodstains on them. Scott froze for a second, wanting desperately to go back to the dogs. He stepped back, his foot pressing down on a large wooden sign that read "Raccoon City Zoo."
Scott picked up his gun, which he dropped during his fall. He was grateful, though, he didn't lose it. Scott reached into his pockets, muttering a few curses when he realized the bullets he had saved, had fallen out during his great escape over the wall. Scott sat back down on the ground, his stomach growling for his attention, but he ignored it. He always did. Getting up, Scott frantically checked the gun's chamber. He hoped, subconsciously, that the bullets he had lost had found their way into it. After he was satisfied he started off through the seemingly empty zoo.
Only three, he thought. He walked on through the zoo, watching attentively for anything the least bit suspicious. There wasn't a zombie in sight, but Scott knew that somewhere, he'd end up being caught off guard, and three bullets wouldn't cut it. Scott walked down the cobble stone pathway, checking constantly at all sides, wanting to shoot at even a ruffling tree; but Scott put his impulses aside, keeping his finger away from the trigger.
Walking around a bend, Scott found himself at the center of the zoo. Buildings sat huddled at each corner. As Scott neared them, he could see another building farther in the distance. He glanced at a directional sign that pointed to it, "Manager's office" it read. Scott looked at the rather large homelike structure. He shivered, glancing up at the trees as they hissed in the wind. It was almost as if something were warning him about what was to come. He had been walking for what seemed like hours now, and there wasn't a zombie in sight, but they were coming. He could feel it. The manager's office stood alone in a lush green garden. Willows bowed on either side of it, drooping down sadly, as vines crawled their way up the bark and the front of the building.
Scott found himself standing there, he felt weak as the sun revealed itself from the trees. It must have been midday now. Scott figured mostly, it was his unconsciousness that had taken away the time. Scott had to find shelter and fast.
It's almost like a dream, he thought, a nightmare.
Scott sighed, moving towards the door of the Manager's office. He needed to rest for a few moments, and he hoped that he could find safety in the building. Scott ran up to the building, opening the unlocked door. His senses became aroused as he walked into the dark, menacing room. Quickly, Scott found the light switch, and turned it on. Many times he had wondered why the electricity still worked in Raccoon City, but he was grateful.
Scott gazed around the room noticing the mess that surrounded him. Papers ruffled under his feet. They were scattered all over, replacing the red carpet with a white collage. A computer lay broken on the ground, bits and pieces of glass stuck out of the carpet. Scott walked on, pointing the gun straight ahead. His instincts told him to leave the house immediately, but it was also his instincts that told him to jump over the wall. He made up his mind. Scott moved to another door in the back of the room.
Turning the handle, he felt a chill of air brush against his skin. Scott shivered, walking into the dark room. A small stream of light lined the walls, showing particles of dust floating mournfully in the air. The wind hissed in Scott's ear as he walked to the broken window. The tattered curtains swiped at him violently in the wind. Scott pushed through them, looking down the empty hallway. There was a man slumped over at the end of it. Blood smeared the walls around him, almost as a deadly sign. Scott looked at him, his heart pounding in his chest as he neared the body.
He's undead, I know it. Scott thought as he came closer.
But, not even a trace of unnatural life could be found. There was no unsteady slight rising of the chest, nor was there any twitching of the body. But gut instinct told Scott that this corpse would reanimate as soon as Scott got too close. Scott didn't have many choices, so he shot, hitting the body dead square in the head.
Only two, he thought as he ran over to the body, which was now slumped over even more.
Scott walked up to the body, his eyes widening as he spotted the long object embraced by the dead man. It was an axe. Scott reached for it, pulling the tool softly out of the arms of the man. As gentle as Scott touched the body, though, it collapsed, revealing the deep gashes in its back. Scott became frightened as he stared down the hallway. He walked slowly, dragging the axe behind him with one hand, while with the other, he pointed the gun straight ahead.
Get out of here, you gotta turn around right now, he thought. But Scott never listened to himself. He kept moving.
Scott turned another corner to find himself at a door. He opened it slowly, studying the surroundings at which he found himself. A breeze hit him from another broken window in the corner. Scott looked around, his breathing becoming heavier, as he noticed the dead bodies that lined the room. Scott closed his eyes for a second. He had to leave this room. He swung around, fleeing the sight that was before him.
They could've all been Zombies, he thought running down the hallway.
He stopped. A low moan permeated the air around him. He backed up slowly, dropping the axe on the ground. He stood there for a while, making the decision up in his head. He could run back into the room for safety, or he could face whatever was around the corner. Scott didn't know what to do. He just stood there, pointing the gun forward.
His heart stopped, as a creature revealed itself to him. Its large mass was a tell tale sign it was never human, but shared a lot in common with the mammals. The great ape eyed Scott looking more than surprised to see him standing before it. They stared at each other for a while. Scott in fear and anticipation, while the ape stared for one reason-hunger. It had been feasting on the body that Scott had found earlier, he knew. Blood ran down its lips, dripping into its fur, which was now stuck together. Scott backed up, he knew that two bullets wouldn't be able to save him from the bloodthirsty beast that was clearly looking for its next meal. Scott watched as the ape started to charge for him. Scott swung around, his heart pounding as he darted for the door. Somehow, he managed through it, shutting it behind him, as the ape threw itself upon it. Scott watched in horror as the ape pounded on the door with barely enough force for the door to collapse right there.
Scott had to get out through the window. He moved pass the dead bodies, hoping that none of them were undead. Slowly, he worked his way to the broken window, reaching it only to break off the ridged pieces of glass so that they wouldn't cut him. Scott was barely out the window, when he heard the door collapse. Startled, he fell out of the window, dropping the gun, and hitting the ground hard. Scott pushed himself off the ground, his arm throbbed with pain.
He picked up the gun from off the ground. The ape stood at the window trying desperately to get out to Scott, but it couldn't. Its mass wouldn't let it out the window. Scott stood there, his heart still pounding, as he watched the beast eye him up. He would've shot him, if he had the bullets, but right now he had to save them for more dangerous scenarios. Scott started to turn around, but stopped once more. He felt the presence of something behind him, and then he heard the roar. Scott swung around, in front of him stood a lion. Blood and gashes covered its golden body. Scott stood in horror as it walked closer to him, taunting him with every step. Scott clutched the gun in his hands, shooting off his last two bullets into the animal, but it shook it off, unfazed.
Scott dropped to his knees, tears running freely down his cheeks, as he tried to accept his fate. He stared at the beast as it got closer, closing his eyes, he remembered as a child going to the zoo. He remembered staring at the lions in awe, wishing he could take one home as a pet. Now, he was about to be killed by the same animal he use to cherish. Scott heard the lion jump up in the air to attack him. He felt the cold rush hit him, everything seemed to stop for that split second, until he heard the two shots. They rung in his ears, and he felt the animal's saliva hit his face. Scott fell back, opening his eyes to find himself next to the dead beast. He looked up, staring at the hand that was extended towards him. Scott grabbed a hold of it, pulling himself up. He looked at the woman who had saved his life.
"I'm out of bullets," the woman said dropping the shotgun she had used to save him. "We need to get out of here."
Scott looked at her, wanting to say something, but when he opened his mouth, he heard the crash of the window behind him. The ape was trying to get out.
"Come on," she yelled running off.
Scott followed, quickly picking up the shotgun she had dropped.
We might need this, he thought, putting his gun into the holster.
The sun had started to go down, they ran on through the zoo, avoiding everything that looked dangerous, until they came to the cobble stone steps leading down into the darkness. Scott stopped, hesitating to follow the woman down. Granted she had just saved his life, but he wasn't too keen on trusting someone that quick. She turned around, looking at him.
"Come on, we'll be safer down here," she said, her green eyes flaring up with determination.
Scott followed silently. He shivered as he felt cold air sweep up the steps. Scott looked around him, glancing at the directional signs that read "Raccoon City subway down here."