Disclaimer - I don't own any of the Resident Evil concepts, or any other fictional characters or monsters mentioned.
Author's Note - Okay, I know that I warned everyone about the elements about the last chapter; well, this one is bad too. Anyone uncomfortable with rape should consider reading (I don't think that I'll have it anymore in the future). Apart from that, enjoy the chapter!
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Chapter 05
The Will To Live
*Krystal Alfred*
There was no excuse for what he did. She was now a battered shell, laying on the floor and whimpering. Her groin throbbed in unbearable pain, and her legs wouldn't work, so standing up or even sitting up was not possible. Krystal felt herself dying slowly.
"I don't want to die like this," she thought, tears rolling down her face. "Not like this at all. I don't want Shaun to get away with this. I don't want him to do this to some other poor girl whose still alive! That bastard! If he found poor Terry...,"
Her mind was swimming, and her thoughts all melted away as she lost conciousness. When she drifted off, she wondered if she'd ever open her eyes again...
*Falco Alfred*
The hallways seemed to be stretching as he walked down them. The school seemed to have grown in size, and every part of it seemed to be crawling with monsters. They could pop out anywhere, from the windows, the doors, the lockers...
Fear was eating away at Falco. He was shaking in terror, trying to think of what he could possibly do. Calling out to survivors was a bad idea, for he might attract more monsters. Searching for that other crest would take forever, and a huge watse of time; what would the crests do, anyway? Open another door, which would lead to who-knows-where? He had come to look for survivors, and he wouldn't leave until he at least found his stepsister.
The whole day seemed like a huge conspiracy to Falco, once he thought about it. The monsters came out at night, and while most of the adults of the city were at a meeting! Meanwhile, all of the teenagers are at the dance, and they are slaughtered by monsters! Were the adults being massacured too? And all the while, children and anyone at home are left vulnerable to monster attacks, and the dead were rising up to eat the living! Add to the fact that the phones were all dead, and Falco summed up the whole deal as a Lilypad City Holocaust. Someone or someones were out to kill every last one of them with these monsters!
Falco was taking it too hard as well. Reality was no longer a thing to believe in, sanity was long gone, and a world of survival horror was one he was living in. He dropped to the floor, shaking in unbearable fear. Muttering unintelligable syllibles, he lost control as images of his former classmates' dead bodies filled his head.
The zombie was approaching Falco from behind. Her blood-stained clothes and mouth showed of her feast she had a few minutes ago. Once her hair had been long and shiny, now it was a rotting brown. Her skin was peeling and decaying, falling off in small clumps every time she took a step. Her eyes were pale blue orbs, and her arms were reaching out for her prey. Falco didn't even hear her moan, as she grew closer step by step.
"This can't be...," he thought. "None of this is happening...,"
Suddenly, a thought entered his mind. It was about Robert E. Lee, the man he had been doing a report on. A man who led his army against greater odds, and kept on until the bitter end. Falco grabbed onto that thought, and held onto it for his life.
"Lee wouldn't quit!" he thought, building up his confidense. "None of the men you admire, fictional or nonfictional, would quit! So neither should I!"
Suddenly, the female zombie behind him let out a particulary loud moan, and Falco looked around to see it right behind him. Letting out a terrified cry, Falco jumped to his feet and swung his bat clumsily. The hit was more like a tap, and the zombie grabbed ahold of his shoulders!
"No!" he cried, pushing the zombie's head back by pushing on her forehead. The zombie struggled, winning the strength contest; but Falco was more clever than the zombie. He reached out with his leg and hooked it around the zombie's, knocking the foul thing to the floor.
Panting hard, Falco raised his bat and slammed it down as hard as he could on the zombie's head. It exploded violently, and the zombie spasmed once before it lay still. Falco backed away, swallowing hard. He was certain he was going to die, and now he wasn't certain he could live long enough to find anyone still alive.
Yet doubting himself seemed like the wrong thing to do now, bringing down his belief and his sanity. He had to believe he could do this, and he would live to see his family again. Feeling new strength flow his body like healing water, he straightened up and flexed his sore muscles. Shaking his head clean of negative thoughts, he continued down the hallway.
"And to think," he said to himself, grinning, "I was worried I wasn't going to make it through school before today!"
*Shaun Fogel*
When he came upon the Teachers' Lounge, he had smirked evilly and shot a bullet through the word teacher'. He was no longer afraid of wasting bullets, for he knew he was going to live through this! A feeling of immortality was planted in his mind, and he believed that no matter what he did, he was going to come out just fine. After all, he had survived that tongue beast, and the zombies he had seen, and he had successfully scored this night, shagging a bitch that he never before thought he could get. It had been good for her, teaching her to respect him and to let him have the sex he deserved. He still felt good, energized by the sex but a little groggy too. Too bad the little slut was going to die tonight, or Shaun might have had to use another bullet to silence her for good. He was confident that the zombies would eat her, and they deserved to snack on those tits of her. They had tasted so good when he sucked and bit them, the taste was still fresh in his mouth.
Now that the school was overrun by these monsters, Shaun was going to do everything he had wanted to do, starting with breaking into the Teacher's Lounge. He reached in through the shattered window, and unlocked the door. Kicking the door open, he grinned wickedly as he overturned tables and chairs, smashed windows, tore up papers, and pissed on the walls.
While destroying everything he could see, Shaun tried to open the door to the storage room, but it was locked. Cursing, he left it alone, and failed to noticed a little key on the counter. The letter T' was written on it, and it was the only way to unlock the windowless door that led to the storage room.
Pulling open the closet, he threw everything he could find out, and kicked in a TV that was resting on the floor. This felt good; he felt good. Bless whoever had set the monsters loose, for he was in paradise because of them! Destorying the Teacher's Lounge, making Krystal have sex with him, the high possibility of monsters killing that prick Falco, and so much more! He would be titled a hero when help arrived, a man who had entered the school in hopes of saving his fellow students, and came out with his score of women he nailed increased, and the boy he hated most dead! Things couldn't be better for him!
When he had left the Teacher's Lounge, he strut around the school like if he owned it. He came upon a living girl lying on the floor, which surprised him, for he figured that all the survivors would hide in a room or the like. He knew her name was Roxanne or something, a senior with long brown hair, blue eyes, and a quiet personality; she also was damn attractive, and Shaun was grinning as he saw her open her eyes slowly. She was bleeding from small wounds from her head, back and shoulders, and she mumbled something about a flock of crows bursting in from the windows and attacking her; she had run from them, dodging the zombies, until she came here and collasped from exhaustion. Shaun didn't really give a damn, seeing that she was alive, and was a good-looking female. However, Shaun knew the best place to shag her would not be the hallway of the monster-crawling school. Lifting her up, he lied to her, telling her that he would take her to a safe place; he remembered how Krystal had refused to let him shag her when he had tried, so he was trying a new approach.
When he brought her to the wrecked Teacher's Lounge, he laid her on the floor, then pushed a table or two in front of the door so that monsters couldn't get them. He then suggested that they have sex, so she wouldn't die a virgin. She had, much to his frustration, told him no, she had a boyfriend and would not have sex with him. This made Shaun so angry, he pulled his gun out and shot her in the leg. When she screamed in pain, he slapped her to make her shut up; he had a right to be furious, for this was the second bitch he had stumbled upon who refused to give him what he wanted and deserved. He ripped her clothes off, and then made her have sex with him. Roxanne had screamed and begged for mercy, which Shaun believed was just her way of enjoying sex; her boyfriend, who Shaun hoped was dead, had been a lucky guy.
After he was done the second time, he flopped to the side, tired and feeling good. Roxanne was whimpering pitifully, and he told to shut up. She looked at him and told him to go to hell, which ticked off Shaun. He grabbed his gun and shot her right between the eyes. Now she was in Hell instead, and Shaun felt even better. It was a shame someone with her great breasts and figure was a bitch too, but Shaun had a right to shoot her; she had treated him like dirt, and Shaun wasn't going to put up with that anymore! The sex had been great, and now he had two girls on his scored list: Krystal Alfred and Roxanne. Yet he hoped that the next girl was going to give herself willingly, for he didn't want to use all his bullets on a bunch of stupid bitches.
He stuffed Roxanne's naked body in the closet; he wasn't sure if that was his cruel sense of humor kicking in, or just a safety precaution. He also threw her blood-stained clothes (except her bra, which he kept for proof), thinking it was funny to do so. Slamming the closet door closed, he quickly shoved the blockade away from the door and left the room. Another bullet wasted, and he was now pretty tired; sex is very tiring, and he didn't want to admit how much it made him groggy. He'd best wake up as he walked, or he might get caught off-guard...
Then he remembered that he had been untouchable the whole time, and he knew he was going to remain that way! He grinned, and continued on through the school. Nothing could go wrong!
*Krystal Alfred*
Everything still hurt, and she could see the bruises appearing on her skin. She feebly tried to wipe Shaun's saliva off her breast, but her arms refused to move. Crying softly, she brought herself into a sitting position, her body thundering with pain. Everytime she moved something, she throbbed with intense pain. Yet she had to get up and close that door...her life depended on it...
She reached to pull her pants back up, and her eyes ran down the hallway. She saw the corpse of her late friend Olivia, lying in the hallway. Memories of her having to shoot her dead friend shot through her mind, and she cried out in emotional pain. Her heart felt as though it had been stabbed, and now the knife was twisting inside of her.
Then, a moan came from the end of the hallway she looked down. A teenaged zombie was turning the corner, and stumble in her direction, arms outstretched! Krystal gasped sharply, and tried to pull herself up. However, pain that was so searing exploded in her, and she collasped to the ground with a loud sob.
Trying to pull herself up again, she saw the zombie had stopped at Olivia's corpse. It dropped down and started to eat away at her friend's corpse. Gagging and crying, Krystal was now weakly standing up; the agony was tremendous, but she was enduring it this time.
Then horror upon horror was revealed before her eyes. Olivia's corpse stood up, and growled like a beast! Her skin was now a bright, blood red, from her legs to her arms to her head! Her eyes had sunk further, and were almost glowing an orangish color! Her fingers had morphed into claws, sharp and curved! Krystal's dead friend was now a terrible monster!
The zombie who had been preying on Olivia's body was now chewing at her leg. Olivia growled, and kicked the zombie. It groaned, and stood up quite quickly. Reaching out for the snarling Olivia, the zombie moaned as it approached her, ignoring the thick, red smoke that was now coming from her mouth! Krystal was paralyzed in fear as she watched her friend's dead, bloodred, smoking corpse slash out at the zombie and decapitate it. The head splattered when it hit the ground, and Olivia looked directly at Krystal as the body collasped to the floor.
Her eyes wide with terror, her breathes coming as gasps, Krystal burst for the door at the same second Olivia's corpse ran towards! She was so fast, it was impossible!
Agony beyond words was now flowing through Krystal, as she reached for the door and slammed it shut. She heard a very loud scraping sound, as the monster who was once her friend tried to claw the door open. Desperate, and ignoring the pain, Krystal forced her aching body to work. She pushed desks and chairs in front of the door, which the monster was still slashing at violently.
When she collasped from exhaustion and pain, she sobbed as she listened to the monster claw at the door. Every second seemed like an hour to Krystal, where at any minute, Olivia would break through the door and barricade, and then tear her apart with those terrible claws. Yet after several terrible minutes, the monster zombie known as Olivia gave up and left the door alone. Krystal let out the biggest sigh of relief in her life.
Her body had adrenline pumping through her veins, which seemed to ease her pain, but brought up a terrible case of exhaustion. She lay down on her back and relaxed. Reaching for her shirt, she struggled to put it on. Her nipples made points, but she didn't care now. Her only thoughts focused on getting Shaun, maybe even killing him. And then she remembered how Falco was out there, with those undead monsters that came back from the dead not once but twice! And Shaun was also out there, looking for him, wanting to kill him!
Maybe it was her concern for her stepbrother, maybe it was that her sores had recovered enough by now, but she found her strength to stand up. She knew it was stupid, hopeless and wrong to go out there, but her worry for her brother and her reason gone right out the window by the madness she had seen, but she was doing it.
Looking around for any kind of weapon, she couldn't find anything except for the hard plastic chairs that students had to sit in. After taking down the blockade, she took one of the chairs, and slowly opened the door. She looked in the hallway quickly, ready to dart back in if Olivia came back; even with a large weapon like a chair, she knew she would die if Olivia attacked her.
With Olivia not in sight, nor any other monsters or zombies, she stepped out cautiously. Swallowing hard, she gripped her chair tightly, and started down the corridor she saw Shaun head down. If she came across the bastard, she wouldn't stop hitting him with the chair until he no longer moved.
"Dear God, hang in there, Falco!" she whispered.
*Shaun Fogel*
He had heard that little prick coming towards him. He already had his gun ready, so eager was he to plant that bullet in Falco's head. The bullet that could've been his sister's, but Shaun had been merciful.
Then, the idea of being merciful popped to his mind. Shaun shouldn't just shoot him, he just play with his mind! After all, he wanted that faggot to suffer more than anything, and he couldn't do that by killing him!
Hiding behind some lockers, he heard as Falco walked towards him. He gripped his gun, and when Falco came nearby, he hammered the butt of his gun onto the top of Falco's head. The boy let out cry and fell to the ground, not unconcious but dazed. His bat rolled to the side, but Shaun didn't care. He seized this advantage and grabbed his legs. Dragging him to the Teacher's Lounge, he noticed that he was recovering, so he kicked him in the side of his head.
Lifting Falco up, who was like a wet rag now, he placed him on one of the teacher's rotating chairs. He then found some rope, which the teachers were going to use for a Tug-of-War game next month. Tying the boy up, he waited patiently until Falco stirred to consciousness.
*Falco Alfred*
"Uuuuugh...," moaned Falco as he looked up with his heavy eyes. His head was throbbing, particulary on the top and the side. "Wha...what happened to me...Shaun!"
Falco's eyes bulged as he saw Shaun sitting on a table nearby, pointing his gun at his head. The crazed teenager had a mad look in his eyes, and an evil grin plastered on his face.
"What are you doing?" exclaimed Falco, then he realized he was tied to the chair. "Who tied me? What's going on?"
"Oh, shut up, you little faggot," said Shaun, putting his gun down on the table. "You should consider yourself lucky I don't shoot you dead now, like I've always wanted to!"
"Are you crazy?! Haven't you seen what's out there?" Falco's voice began to rise in octaves as he became frustrated, scared and angry.
"Yes, I did!" Shaun replied in a high-pitched, mocking tone. "But they can't hurt me. I'm armed, I haven't been touched yet, and I'm not going to be. God is definetly smiling down on me, espeically with all the luck I've had!"
"Luck?!" screamed Falco, struggling with his bonds. "Our schoolmates are dead and dying! They're turning into monsters themselves! How can you say you're lucky, you psycho?!"
"Easy. I'm not dead, and I don't care who dies. All I know is that two lovely ladies have let me shag them tonight, and I have you tied up here!"
"You've what?" exploded Falco, not able to take this all in at once. "You've been having sex here with all the monsters and death around?! Good God, you and Imogine! Can't you think of anything else?"
"Of course you're not interested, faggot. You've been screwing some Pokéman or something here, haven't you? Or was it Jar-Jar Binks? Goodness knows how many times you've shagged him!"
"Just shut up, Shaun!" Falco shouted, his eyes burning with anger.
"No, you shut up! I've got all the cards here!" Shaun tapped his gun, which was pointing at Falco. "By the way, what's this about Imogine? Have you seen her?"
"She's dead," was all Falco would say.
"Ah, what a pity. She would've at least giving me sex without having to be forced to. Oh, well."
This hit Falco like a punch to the gut. "What? Are you saying you raped someone?"
"Rape is such a strong word, coming from you, Falco! Watch your dirty mouth!" he poked Falco's lips mockingly. "And no, rape is not word to use here. I'd more say I had to show them that I deserved what I wanted."
Falco glared at him hatefully, to which Shaun smirked back. "It took your sister a lot of reasoning to finally let me shag her!"
The world crashed on top of Falco, as he felt his heart sink like a rock into a pit of horror and sadness. "You...what?!" he hissed, anger growing quickly. "You raped my sister?!?"
"I'm told you, I never raped her. I merely controlled her wrath, then she let me shag her," he replied coolly. "I did her about three times-"
"SHUT UP, YOU BASTARD!!" shouted Falco, fighting the ropes and glaring steel daggers.
"Language!" Shaun scolded him mockingly. "Your sister would be dissapointed in you!"
"I don't believe you!" he hissed. "She'd never let you have sex with her! She hates your guts!"
"Oh, yeah?" Shaun then pulled Kystal's green bra from his pocket. "Tell me, is this her's?"
"I don't know what type of bra my sister wears, you...," Falco stammered, unable to finish his sentense, he was so filled with rage.
"Huh, I doubt that. She's probably the only woman you would screw," scoffed Shaun, then held the tag to Falco's face. "Look at that."
To Falco's horror, there was writing on the tag. Krystal labled all her clothing, a little habit of hers. The words were Krystal A., and then Falco knew.
"You son of a bitch!!" Falco screamed, thrashing in his bonds. "You raped my sister! I'll kill you!"
"Hey, hey! Such violence and anger!" replied Shaun, loving every minute of this. "You know, you shouldn't be so jealous that your sister screws someone else than you!"
Falco was so enraged, his breath came out as hisses. Shaun was loving this, and he grinned wickedly at him. "So mad, aren't you? Your sister gets laid at last, and you hate the guy who did the duty. Mind you," he said as he stuffed the bra back in his pocket, "it's a shame she's dead by now. Her tits were the best jugs a man could taste, better than the first slut I banged."
Just when Falco thought his hatred and sorrow couldn't get any bigger, they shot up like rockets. "You...killed her?" he croaked.
"You could say that, yeah," Shaun replied simply. "The undead are probably eating every last bit of her, right down to her well-screwed cunt. It's a shame, but that's life, right Falco?"
"You're going to rot in Hell for this, you sick freak!" the teenaged boy barked. He was thinking that Shaun had shot Krystal and let her bleed to death. Shaun looked like the type of guy who would do something like that.
"Naw, you will," Shaun muttered as he stood up. "After all, I'm doing the world a favor. Someone like you deserves to die."
"No, you deserve to die, you murdering rapist!" shouted Falco.
"I'm not guilty of either crime," he replied. "Neither was rape, for I know that every woman wants to be screwed, no matter what they say. It's a fact of nature, Falco, that all women are sluts, and we men have to find ways to get some from them no matter what means. I've learned that over the years, and no normal man will disagree. As for murder, well, Krystal brought me annoyance and pain, so she deserves to die. Roxanne just had to learn the hard way not to mess with me. What a shame that both had such sexy bodies and stubborn minds. Killing you would be very justifiable homicide, but I think I'll leave you here and let you suffer. The knowledge of your dead sister, and how you'll slowly realize I'm right about everything I say will slowly kill you, if a monster doesn't break in and do the job first."
Shaun's ego had grown ever since he had come to the school, and he was so pompous now that he didn't mind bragging about his plans to Falco. "When I find a few more sluts out there, who will probably be easier than Krystal and Roxanne, then I'll get out of this school, and get the hell out of this shithole city. The army will probably nuke it or something, but who cares? I'll be long gone, a hero who risked his life to help save students, who all tradgically died.
"Oh, and Falco?" Shaun added as he headed for the door. "Roxanne's in the closet. She might be dead, but won't stop you from screwing her, will it?"
"Go to hell, Shaun," Falco hissed at him.
"No, you're going to hell," replied Shaun. "And I should be rewarded for killing you."
"For what?!" he cried, trying to find the slightest hint of humanity in Shaun. "For liking a secondary character for a science fiction movie? For liking a video game you don't like? For having small opinions like that?! You'd kill someone just for liking Pokémon and Jar-Jar Binks?"
"Yes," was the blunt reply. "Yes, and for being a faggot, and because your sister gave me such a hard time. Now you'll see her in hell!"
With that, Shaun left the room. He slammed the door behind him, and Falco could hear him laughing wickedly outside. "Enjoy the Teacher's Lounge, bitch!"
"I'll get you for this, Shaun!" Falco called after him. "You won't be able to avoid justice forever!"
No answer came, except for Shaun's departing laughter. Falco struggled with his bonds, but they were too tight to break from. Also, Shaun had tied his wrists together so tight, Falco doubted he could open the door even if he get his hands on the doorknob.
Suddenly, the closet door rattled. Spinning around on the rotating chair, Falco looked over at the closet door. Someone was thumping against it, like if they were weakly trying to break it down. A very faint grunting sound could be heard from inside.
"Roxanne?" Falco called to her. "Are you alive?"
The answer came quite quickly when the closet door burst open. A naked and bloody Roxanne spilled out, and Falco gasp in shock, then gagged from the smell that hit him. Roxanne pulled herself to her feet, and looked over at Falco. Her eyes had become sunken and pure blue, and her hair looked crusty. Her skin had become deathly pale, and blood was still trickling down from her forehead, displaying the obvious, fatal shot. With a deep moan, she reached out for Falco.
Falco started to panic. "No! Get away from me!" he shouted frantically. He pushed back with his feet to roll away from the zombie, but she came after him. This all looked hopeless for him; the zombie was never going to tire, and he couldn't open any doors in this position.
Yet he was still determined to live. He wasn't going to die like this, not while tied to a chair and still wearing pajamas. Not while Shaun walked around practically a free man, getting away with murder and rape. There was one way to take down Roxanne, but it was very risky.
He quickly pulled himself to the nearest wall, and then raised his feet up to the wall. Tightening his leg muscles, he looked back to make sure that Roxanne was right behind him. The sight of her naked and deathly pale body sickened Falco so much he shuddered, but quickly tensed up again. He waited until she got closer...closer...closer...NOW!!
Kicking off against the wall, he rammed Roxanne with the back of his chair. The impact knocked her down to the floor with a protesting moan. Quickly, Falco lifted hoisted himself to his feet, still tied to the chair, and roughly planted the base on Roxanne. The zombie wave its arms, lightly hitting Falco's legs and sending a shiver up his spine every time that happened.
Turning around, Falco looked down at the girl's face, a dreadful sight to see. Summoning his courage, he lifted his feet, and stompted on her head as hard as he could. The zombie still struggled, and Falco stompted harder.
"Die! Die, damn it!" he shouted, panicing as he tried to balance the chair at the same time. If he tipped over, he would be helpless, and Roxanne would kill him, and...he didn't want to think about that!
The zombie's moans and thrashing arms grew weaker as Falco pounded her head with his feet. With a high-pitched moan, the zombie spasmed and then laid still. Roxanne was dead again.
Quickly pulling himself to his feet, being careful not to step on her, Falco walked away from the corpse, still tied to the chair. He then collasped from the other side of the room, gasping for air. His heart beat rapidly in his chest, and he was sweating profusely.
Then there was a soft knocking sound coming from the storage room! Falco shouted in surprise and fear, thinking another corpse would burst out and attack him. He quickly backed away from the storage room as fast as he could.
"Hello?" a weary, frightened cry came from the storage room. Falco didn't hear it, for it was too quiet and he was starting to hyperventilate. "Hello?" the voice came out louder but still quiet at the same time as if it were afraid of being heard.
Falco heard the second hello,' and he slowly approached the storage room's door. "Hello?" he called back to the voice in the storage room.
"Is Shaun gone?" the voice was quiet and scared, and Falco could barely make it out.
"Yes, he's gone!" Falco called to the person in the storage room. "Who's in there?"
"Mandy!" the voice called to him. "Mandy Sabrina, Falco! Can you get me out?"
Falco truely felt relief and happiness for the first time time this night. Not only had he found a survivor, but it was also Mandy! She was alive! "Mandy! Uh...he tied me to a chair, can't you open the door from in there?"
"If I could, don't you think I would have done that earlier?" she pointed out.
"Right, right, sorry. I'm not thinking clearly now!" Falco shook his head, then asked, "Do you know where the key is?"
"It should be on the counter!" she called to him. He looked around, and sure enough, saw the T key on the counter. Yet the counter was too high for where his hands were tied. Sighing in frustration, he tried to think about what he could do.
"Have you found it?" Mandy called from the storage room.
"Yeah, but my hands can't reach it!" he replied. "How am I going to use it?"
She was silent for a few seconds, then, "Use your mouth! I know keys aren't that clean, but please hurry! I'm running low on air in here!"
Falco did what Mandy suggested, grabbing the key with his mouth. Rolling back to the door, he moved it around in his mouth until the shaft was sticking out. Sticking it into the lock, he clentched the handle with his teeth and turned by rotating his head. He turned it the wrong way the first time, so he took a few seconds to finally unlock the door.
Luckily, the door opened into the storage room, so he wasn't hit by it when Mandy swung it open. She was gasping for air, for the storage room barely let any air in. But even with her flustered look, she still looked dazzling to Falco.
*Mandy Sabrina*
She recovered quickly from the lack of air she had been suffering from in the past couple of minutes. Then Mandy saw her unlikely savoir, who looked stranger than she could have imagined. He was wearing pajamas, his backpack, and had blood coated on his sandals. She didn't ask any questions, however, for she went to untying his bonds right away.
"So, Mandy...," Falco started, suddenly getting nervous. "May I ask how you got in the storage room?"
"Well, Mr. Arkanee found out that the spike had been spiked, so asked the nearest student, which was me, to retrieve a new one from this storage room while the old one was being emptied and cleaned out. So he gave me the key, and I went, of course."
She struggled with the ropes, and continued. "So, after unlocking it, I went in to get the punch bowl, when the door closed suddenly! I didn't know what to think, and I was really freaked out when I found out it was locked!"
"All the doors around here are locked!" Falco informed her, stammering a little. "I found some of the keys, and I'm guessing one now in the door was a spare for the teachers?"
"Yeah, most likely," Mandy replied as untied a terrible knot. "Anyway, I was locked in there, and then I heard all this screaming!" As she spoke, her voice started to tremble. "There were these other horrible noises, like monsters and wild beasts! I heard people being killed, and their death screams over and over!"
She stopped working on the knobs, breathing hard. Falco wanted to comfort her, but he was still tied to the chair. "I'm sorry, Mandy. I've seen enough out there to last me years of nightmares!"
Mandy nodded, and went back to work. "So, how'd you get here? I never saw you at the party!"
"Well, the monsters are all over the town, and I was attacked at my house. That's why I'm wearing pajamas, which you were probably wondering about."
"Yeah, kind of."
"So then, I run into Shaun on the way there. Then again, he almost ran into me when he was speeding the park with his current girlfriend."
"Kim," Mandy inturrupted. "That must have been Kim Milano! Is she all right?"
Falco paused, then shook his head. "I'm afraid she's dead, Mandy."
Mandy sighed heavily. "Please don't tell me how she died. I don't want any details."
"I can't blame you. So then I persuaded Shaun to take me here, and we went our seperate ways when we got here. I came here to look for my sister and you and-"
He suddenly stopped when he realized what he said. Mandy took it a slightly different way, however. "I'm so sorry about your sister, Falco. She had such a dynamic personality!" Yet Mandy was also thinking, "He came here to save me? I didn't even think he liked me!"
"I'm going to get Shaun for that!" growled Falco, then calmed down. "So all I find here is death, monsters, zombies and a huge clue on our principal's computer!"
"What was that?"
"Someone knew about all of this! There is an electronic locking device for all of the doors for if monsters escape, so that's why you were locked in there!"
"You're pulling my leg!" Mandy replied incrediously. "You mean someone knew about these monsters, and...and they would dismiss the slaughter of everyone here as some kind of accident?!"
"Yep!" Falco nodded grimly. "And you know that door here that you never see anyone enter?"
"What about it?"
"I think it's some kind of secret escape for the person who works here and for Umbrella!"
"Umbrella?!" she repeated. "The company that makes medicine? Come on now, Falco!"
"No, I'm sure of it!" Falco was able to free his right hand from the ropes that Mandy had loosened. "On the principal's computer was a report about our school, and it said that Umbrella built this school! If they did, then they built that secret room! What other explanation is there?"
Mandy was stunned. "This...," she breathed. "This is all too hard for me to take in at once!"
"I know the feeling," he muttered. "And now Shaun's gone insane, and he's armed!"
"Dear God, I heard him bragging to you, and earlier when he shot the window and wrecked this place! That bastard is so cold-hearted; I used to just think he was a pervert!"
"Now he's raped and killed two innocent girls!" Falco said as the rest of his bonds came off. He stood up at the same time Mandy did.
"Roxanne, was it?" Mandy asked him. "Was it Roxanne Cloud? She was-" she stopped when her eyes saw Roxanne's corpse. Terror struck her, and her breathing and heart beat sped up. She grabbed onto Falco for comfort, tearing her eyes away from the dead girl. Awkwardly, Falco hugged her to help calm her down.
"What happened to her?" she whimpered. "She looks like a Holocaust victum!"
"I think after Shaun killed her, she came back to life!" Falco only realized how stupid that sounded to someone who had not seen that happen. Mandy looked at him, her face torn between anguish and confusion.
"She came back to life?" she repeated. "What the hell does that mean?!"
"Look, I know this sounds crazy...," Falco said slowly, "but whatever is making those monsters and other things out there, is somehow turning anyone who dies into a zombie! The dead students here have stood up and attacked me!" Mandy was still looking at him as if he was insane, and Falco could not blame her. "Now you don't have to look, but I saw a bulletwound in Roxanne's forehead. Shaun must have shot her, then put her in the closet! There was also cuts and scratches all over her shoulders and head, so she must have been attacked by something and survived-"
"And whatever makes those monsters turned her into one!" Mandy finished. Falco nodded, and she pondered over this. "We have to get out of here, Falco! It's a deathtrap, and Shaun is still loose! I'm assuming that one of the doors out works, since you're here!"
"Yeah, but shouldn't we look for any more survivors?" Falco spoke up.
Mandy looked at him, a strange expression on her beautiful face. She looked torn over the issue. "That would be the right thing to do. After all, we could find more survivors, and save them before Shaun finds them!"
"Right!" agreed Falco, but then he just remembered something. "But then again, what if Shaun finds us?"
Mandy nodded slowly, because that was what she was just thinking. "If he sees you, he'll shoot you! I just know it!" Then she shuddered. "Then he might shot me and...," she couldn't finish the sentence.
"I want to look for survivors, but this school isn't that big, and the hallways are large!" Falco pointed out. "He could easily spot us, and killed me from behind on something! Also, he's armed!"
"And we're not," she pointed out. "Also, those monsters could easily kill both of us, not to mention that if everyone at the party is dead, that means we're going to have more than three hundred zombies!"
She swallowed hard, then looked at Falco with her emerald eyes. "Falco, I don't like to say it, but we can't look around the school for anyone else! There's a madman, and hundreds of murderous creatures out there!"
Mandy looked at him, her eyes not meaning to seem penatrating, but she had the feeling they were like that to Falco. He was almost stammering as he talked, and he seemed quite passive. Mandy guessed it was because of all he had seen, and left it at that.
Falco nodded slowly. "Yeah, it's pretty hopeless for us. But there's one...or maybe two things we should be aware of."
Mandy took a deep breath. "What?" she asked, preparing for the worst.
"I found a note saying that if thing sort of thing happened, whoever is behind all this would destroy the school. But it might not end there."
She had her hands over her heart, gripping her shirt so hard that he began to cramp up. "W-worse?" she stammered, her normally cheerful voice trembling with fear.
"You've heard of Raccoon City, right?" When she nodded, he continued, "Maybe this sort of thing has happened before. The city was accidentally destroyed? Like this school, or maybe even the whole city can be destroyed?"
Falco took a deep breath, and looked at his frightened companion. "Mandy, I think that we're stuck in a city that is going to be accidentally destroyed' too."
