"The man completed his turn and started toward Chris, shambling forward into the light. His—its— face was deathly pale, except for the blood smeared around its rotting lips. Flaps of dried skin hung from its sunken cheeks, and the dark wells of the creature's eye sockets glittered with hunger as it reached out with skeletal hands—
Chris fired, three shots that smacked into the creature's upper chest in a fine spray of crimson. With a gasping moan, it crumpled to the floor, dead.
Chris staggered back, his thoughts racing in time with his hammering heart. He hit the door with one shoulder, was vaguely aware that it latched closed behind him as he stared at the fallen, stinking heap.
—dead, that thing's the walking-goddamn-dead!
The cannibal attacks in Raccoon, all of them near the forest. He'd seen enough late-night movies to know what he was looking at, but he still couldn't believe it.
Zombies."
- From 'Resident Evil 1 - The Umbrella Conspiracy' by S.D. Perry
"When hell is full, the dead will walk the earth"
- Dawn of the Dead by George A. Romero
"Are they – dead?" he asked
"Deadish" replied the other
- Dawn of the Dead (Re-invisionment by Zach Snyder)
This fan fiction is set two years after Resident Evil 2, the T-virus has been spread over the countries by ways of infected food, livestock and various other exports. This story takes place in a small township called Upper Hutt in New Zealand, a quiet, nuclear-free country well known for its green grass and magnificent scenery.
"These are people we are talking about"
"These were people – they are not human anymore"
"What do you mean, not human?"
"These are monsters, cannibals, hannibals or whatever you call it – They are not human!"
"They are us"
"No, they're monsters who eat flesh and are simply dead"
"If they're dead, then how come they are walking around and attacking people"
"It was some kind of virus"
"A virus, that kills people and brings them back to life?"
"Yes"
"I'm sorry, But I find this very hard to believe"
"The Virus killed them, they came back to life, and now they're hunting us"
"You say they're after us?"
"Yes, for food"
"…What"
"Slow it down are you saying…"
"What I'm saying is that this is Big, and I mean BIG. These Dead people are hunting us down for food"
"But why us?"
"I don't know – Something viral or genetic maybe…"
"You saying that those things out there – once our fellow citizens of New Zealand, well at least the one's that have changed are Dead and eating us – for food?"
"Yes, but not only that – Once they bite you, you turn into one of them. It may take a few minutes to an hour – but eventually"
"Slow it down – your saying if you get bitten – you become one of them?"
"Yes, now listen, they eat us for food to continue hunting, they also do it to … multiply if you wish"
"Now this is getting out of hand"
"Yes it is, now what we've got to let the viewers know is that if you know anyone infected… kill them"
"What – you expect our citizens to kill their loved ones?"
"Yes, if they want to live themselves"
"What if –"
"Any size bit would do it, these – Dead – Zombies – spread the infection by ways of saliva I guess, one bite and your gone
The other newsman sat quiet.
"It has also come to my attention that scratches also, can cause you to change – I don't know how – but it does"
The Television flickered, the storm outside was growing stronger.
"We have to kill them"
The other newsman continued listening to the Doctor's advice.
"This is a list of ways you can kill a Zombie"
The television cut, the loud static sound ran through the upstairs room.
He woke up with a start. He fell asleep again with the television on.
"Goddamn" he said as he stretched, reach over and turned off the television.
'Must have fallen asleep after that movie' he thought.
A sudden crash sounded through the house from downstairs. He jumped out of bed, put on a t-shirt and headed towards the door. Instead of going downstairs, he made the turn right and headed into the bathroom and closed the door.
"He can wait till I've taken a piss!" he grunted
A foot sounded as it was placed on the first step.
"So he wants to come and hold my hand?" he said
Another foot landed on the other step, as well as a loud moan.
"What the fuck?"
A good-looking teenage brunette came out of the other room; obviously she had been woken by the wracket. She was still wearing her night clothes which consisted of a t-shirt and panties.
"Dad?" she directed to the bathroom "Who's downstairs?"
The toilet flushed and the bathroom door opened.
"Don't know hunny" he replied
"Do you think it's a burglar?" she asked
"No, first the first thing we're awake, a burglar would flee the scene if spotted, or heard for that matter"
Another moan followed by two footsteps.
"Well he's not stopping is he?"
"Flip the switch hun-"
She turned on the light now the whole hallway was lit up it was a very small hallway, with a railing in front of her and a window to the left of her.
Another crash sounded downstairs.
"Shit – hun – get in your room – now!" he said as he pushed her into her room.
Two footsteps.
He turned into his room and opened up his wardobe, reached for his prized possession which was sitting on top of a shelf. A shotgun.
He started loading, he heard more footsteps, he tried hurrying and dropped his box of bullets. He leant down and picked them up and started loading his gun. He heard footsteps at the bottom of the staircase. The lights went out.
'What the fuck?"
"Dad, what happened to the power?" came the girls voice from her room.
"I don't know – Whatever you do stay in there" he said
He cocked his gun as he finished loading it. He turned around a lightning flash illuminated the room and the hallway for a second, that was long enough to see what was shambling towards with arms outstretched. Its face seemed to be decaying, cuts and scars covered nearly every inch of it.
A loud moan issued from the red stained mouth.
"Back off mate" he said "I've got a weapon, not afraid to use it either"
The figure didn't seem to notice what he said, he could hear it still heading towards him.
Another lightning bolt illuminated the hallway and he quickly dodged a pair of arms reaching out for him. He saw another figure heading towards him and more footsteps downstairs.
"Shit"
He fired. The figure hit by the shotgun blast flew backwards into the other.
"Hah – Lets see you get up after that"
The lights flickered back on and the figure that he'd blasted was sliding on the ground on its stomach or what was left of it. The other, stood on it and scrambled towards him.
"What is it, Night of the Living fuckin Dead or something?"
The figure reached out and grabbed the butt of his gun.
"No you don't" he said "I paid two grand for this motherfucker"
It tried to pull the gun out of his hands very lazily. The other coming between the other's legs reached also and together managed to pull the gun free of his grip, it went flying down the stairs and it sounded like it hit one of the undead people as it fell down the stairs with the gun. He was defenceless now, he headed towards his room he felt two hands grab his clothes, he tried to pull free but the thing came with him and he landed on the ground with the thing at near his feet. He tried to get up but the thing was lying on his legs, he felt the hands grab his sides above his hips and he felt the nails dig in.
"Aaah!" he screamed
The thing had bitten a large hunk of flesh and blood out of his thigh.
"Mother fucker" he managed to pull his other leg free and kick the thing it didn't go far three over zombies were coming through the door towards him.
"Fuck! - Vicky! – Vicky! – Listen to me, climb out your window use the balcony to climb down and head to another house, if anyone advances on you run for it" he yelled
"Dad – I'm not leavin' you" she yelled through the wall
"Oh yes you are – I'm distracting him as best as I can – Now go" he screamed back at her as more of the undead piled in while tripping over the slithering one on the ground.
"GO NOW!" he commanded
"Okay – I love you dad" she yelled
"I love you too – and I'll see you later – I'll make sure of it" he replied "NOW GO!"
He heard the sound of her opening her window.
"Mother fuckers" he said as he tried once again to get to his feet. A few more undead flooded in moaning and reaching out for him.
She got onto the balcony and looked around, it was still raining. She tried not to slip down the balcony and she lowered her self down onto a ladder which had been put there for painting. She looked around, no one was in sight.
She looked left and saw a light on in one of the houses.
"Aaaaaaaaaah!" A stomach shrinking scream sounded from upstairs in her flat.
"Dad!" she cried
She had no choice, she turned and headed towards the other flat in the heavy rain.
T-virus and Umbrella corp. are copyrighted to S.D. Perry and Sony Pictures.
