Nightfall rolled around eventually and I made a concious note to be
extra careful. I kept hidden from plain view as best I could, traveling
through alleyways and what not. The last thing I wanted to do was be seen
by one of those cannibalistic monsters, or worse--more than one of them. I
had, occasionally, caught sight of them though. Here and there I couldn't
help notice them staggering about, slowly through the streets, groaning
with hunger for fresh, raw flesh off someone's back. I just hoped it
wouldn't turn out to be mine. As I walked I prayed I wasn't the only one
alive around here, the only...human.
I really wanted to find somebody else. Being alone in a zombie infested city didn't make my boat float for one thing, and then there was the fact that I had nothing to protect myself with. Nothing, that is except for a long piece of wood. Okay, fine I'll call it a stick but it was a strong one, something I figured I could knock those maggot heads around with. But the most uneasiest thing of all was the dead silence of everything around me. Only the wind and the hungry groaning and moaning of zombies close and far greeted my ears as I walked the streets. That was until I heard it. It wasn't too close nor was it too far. It was close enough for me to tell where it came from and it tore through the silence almost instantly -- BOOM! An explosion. There was no mistake about it. I'd heard the sound a billion times in my favorite movies, but now this was reality and something exploded about a block away from me. I didn't think it was safe to go see, but curiousity got the best of me and I headed in the direction from where it came. As I neared the spot, I heard the familiar crackling sound of a burning fire. A large one at that. Amongst that I heard voices. They were faint but I could make out the words just briefly of a man.
"Head to the station! I'll meet you there!"
I kept on heading for the source until I was cut off by the flat side of a picket fence. You know, the side without the support beams? Which meant I couldn't climb over and investigate. All I heard were gunshots and a few groans of zombies on the other side of the fence. I couldn't make it over to call for whoever was there but perhaps he could hear me if I was loud enough. So I banged on the fence and called out.
"Hey! Hey!!!" No use. I heard whoever it was run off down the alley and kicked the fence. "Shit!!" All I heard then were the groans of still, standing zombies that the guy hadn't bothered to kill. Then there was the other groan, the closer groan, the one right behind me. I whirled around into the face of death and saw a large male zombie heading right for me. I tried to step back but forgot that it was a dead end and I backed up into the fence. I was trapped. Great. I raised up my makeshift club and watched the walking corpse come right for me. He was a hideous thing to look at. Puss and blood dripped slowly out of a gaping hole in his throat and more from the corner of his mouth. The flesh from his top lip had been eaten away, leaving him with a permanent grin of death. His teeth parted, opening his mouth as he groaned hungrily again, out stretching his pale hands, the veins visible, and attempted to grab me. I drew my stick back, ready to swing. BLAM! A gunshot cut through the air and my face was splattered with skull fragments and coagulated blood. The zombie fell to his knees and face down...er...fell forward to the ground dead. Excuse my correction but come to think of it, after that gunshot he had no face anymore. I kept my eyes closed as I stood there, finally having the concious mind to wipe my face of the disgusting left overs of the zombie's head. "Fuckin' sick..." was all I could say and opened my eyes to see if I could get a glimpse at the shooter. There he was, right infront of me, looking as scared and shaky as I felt. Only he had a gun, and I had a friggin four foot piece of wood that probably came from the frame of an old bed. Hell I didn't know and it didn't matter. The guy looked young, probably in his early twenties. His yellow vest and green camo pants were stained here and there with blood and he was holding his side in pain.
"You okay kid?" The guy asked me in a shaky tone. He didn't look like he had ahold of himself. I simply nodded.
"What about you? You look banged up." I said, trying to sound nice about it.
The man cracked a small smile. "I'll be fine, but not for long if I stick around here." He said and looked around as if seeing if he was followed, then looked back at me. "Stay safe kid." He said and turned to leave, starting to run with a limp. I stood still for a moment, wondering what the hell just happened then ran to catch up with him.
"Hey wait a minute!" I caught up with him and he stopped, turning towards me, looking anxious to get away from something. I stopped infront of him and leaned on the stick I still carried. "You save my life and then decide you're gonna run off and leave me with a piece of lumber? What the fuck kinda cop are you?" I said, pointing to the patch on his vest that said RPD. He grunted in pain and scowled at me.
"I'm Brad Vickers, RPD, S.T.A.R.S and if you wanna stay alive, you won't follow me." He said and turned, starting to weakly run away again.
"I think you got it backwards, man. You're the one with the gun!" I said and started to follow him again but he turned around and stuck his weapon right in my face.
"Look kid!" He raised his voice, his hand with the gun shaking. "I'm not the guy you wanna be around right now! Kendo's gun shop isn't far from here, you want a gun? Find one there, but don't follow--"
"Grrraaaaaaaarrrgghhh!!!!!!!!"
Brad gasped and looked up behind me far off and a look of fear came over his face as did mine. I looked behind me and felt my face grow cold and pale. It was the most terrifying sound I had ever heard in my life. It wasn't that close but it sounded too close to not worry about what made it, yet I didn't wanna find out what did.
"Shit! See what I mean kid?!" Brad said from behind me and I heard him turn and take off running. I had the same idea and turned around, running after him as fast as I could. As I caught up behind him, he took a glance back and cried out. "Don't follow me kid, get outta here!" This time his voice had concern, as if he was worried about my well being but I stayed with him. Once again he urged me to go. "Go, kid! He'll kill you too!" I had no idea who 'He' was, but like I felt when I heard that terrible roar, I didn't really want to find out. The way I saw it, I was safest with Brad. He had the gun, like I said. We cut through an alley, together, Brad ahead of me by a few feet and ran right past an alleyway cut off by a fire and continued down the other way. Although he was wounded, he was older, in better shape and probably did alot more running as a cop that I ever did, so he was faster, not to mention I too was still a little banged up. He collided with a door, knocking it open and I saw him continue running. I followed through the door, and hung a left after him, heading towards a large site of a wreck. Brad ignored it and made way for a gate. I stopped for a moment and caught sight of the sign above it. Racoon City Police Department. 'Thank God!' I thought and ran for it as Brad went through the gate. I didn't get that much further from where I stopped before I heard Brad's voice cry out with a blood curdling scream. And shortly after that--
"Grraaaaaaarrrrgghh!!!"
That roar again. I grit my teeth together, frozen in fear as I heard Brad faintly calling for help, then his voice suddenly cut off and I knew he was gone. Dead. Whatever it was that made that sound had gotten him. Okay, so zombies weren't the only thing I had to worry about. There was something else in the city and it just killed one of the only other survivors I positively knew about. My little stick wasn't gonna do a damn thing, I figured. I need to find a gun. After what seemed like forever, I turned and ran the other way. I wasn't about to go check out the police station if there was something dangerous there. I made way for a door across from the one Brad and I had come out of. I tried it. Locked. I cried out in frustration and kicked it then headed back through the other door and headed back through where I had followed Brad and made it back to the alley that blocked me off from where I heard the explosion. I was going to make it over that fence, so help me God. Maybe, I thought, I could find out where that other survivor went, if he wasn't already dead. I reached the fence and let it run through my mind how to get over something taller than I was. After a moment, I felt like slapping myself in the face when I saw it. The dumpster, you idiot! I don't know why I didn't think of it before. I set the stick on top of the dumpster and with all my strength, managed to push it up against the fence. Why I still had that damn stick I don't know. I guess I felt somewhat safe to have what could be remotely used as a weapon with me. I climbed over the fence, using the horizontal beams as steps and climbed down on the other side, then looked over to examine the fire from the explosion. It looked like a large wreck from a gas tanker and some cars. Deep down, I hoped that nobody was still inside one of them and made my way out into the street carefully, and I saw them. Two zombies, making their way towards me from the fire. I shook my head in thought. 'Sorry guys but if you want dinner, you're gonna have to move alot faster.' I turned and jogged down the only street that was there, so obviously that survivor had to have gone down this way. I slowed to a stop when I saw the windows of a building shattered and stopped right infront of the Kendo Gun Shop. What a coincidence, I said to myself, as Brad told me to come here looking for a gun.
I stared down at the scene of a mangled civilian laying near the door. A few feet from his body were three more deader looking corpses. Each with a hole in their head. Zombies? I didn't know. From the way they looked, they were, due to the torn flesh on their necks and chests. Placing a hand over my mouth and nose, I stepped inside, careful not to step in any blood. Not that I was worried about it getting on my shoes, but it just freaked me out. Once inside, I lowered my hand from my face and took a look at my surroundings. There was still a good deal of stuff left and I figured the dead guy was the owner. As sorry as I felt for him, he wouldn't need any of this stuff anymore, but then I couldn't carry EVERYTHING of course. But I would make sure to stock up what I could, and I had to do it fast, because I knew the two walking corpses coming down the street weren't about to wait, and on top of that, I didn't want to stay in that place much longer than I had to.
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Sorry for the wait. I could have had this chapter up awhile ago. I hope this is a good chapter, I sort of rushed it a bit because I wanted to get it done. I don't think the part of Clive meeting Brad for such a short while was necessary but I wanted to add in some suspense to build up for later. Please R/R with your thoughts and if you have any suggestions what- so-ever, I'm very open to them. Thanks!
I really wanted to find somebody else. Being alone in a zombie infested city didn't make my boat float for one thing, and then there was the fact that I had nothing to protect myself with. Nothing, that is except for a long piece of wood. Okay, fine I'll call it a stick but it was a strong one, something I figured I could knock those maggot heads around with. But the most uneasiest thing of all was the dead silence of everything around me. Only the wind and the hungry groaning and moaning of zombies close and far greeted my ears as I walked the streets. That was until I heard it. It wasn't too close nor was it too far. It was close enough for me to tell where it came from and it tore through the silence almost instantly -- BOOM! An explosion. There was no mistake about it. I'd heard the sound a billion times in my favorite movies, but now this was reality and something exploded about a block away from me. I didn't think it was safe to go see, but curiousity got the best of me and I headed in the direction from where it came. As I neared the spot, I heard the familiar crackling sound of a burning fire. A large one at that. Amongst that I heard voices. They were faint but I could make out the words just briefly of a man.
"Head to the station! I'll meet you there!"
I kept on heading for the source until I was cut off by the flat side of a picket fence. You know, the side without the support beams? Which meant I couldn't climb over and investigate. All I heard were gunshots and a few groans of zombies on the other side of the fence. I couldn't make it over to call for whoever was there but perhaps he could hear me if I was loud enough. So I banged on the fence and called out.
"Hey! Hey!!!" No use. I heard whoever it was run off down the alley and kicked the fence. "Shit!!" All I heard then were the groans of still, standing zombies that the guy hadn't bothered to kill. Then there was the other groan, the closer groan, the one right behind me. I whirled around into the face of death and saw a large male zombie heading right for me. I tried to step back but forgot that it was a dead end and I backed up into the fence. I was trapped. Great. I raised up my makeshift club and watched the walking corpse come right for me. He was a hideous thing to look at. Puss and blood dripped slowly out of a gaping hole in his throat and more from the corner of his mouth. The flesh from his top lip had been eaten away, leaving him with a permanent grin of death. His teeth parted, opening his mouth as he groaned hungrily again, out stretching his pale hands, the veins visible, and attempted to grab me. I drew my stick back, ready to swing. BLAM! A gunshot cut through the air and my face was splattered with skull fragments and coagulated blood. The zombie fell to his knees and face down...er...fell forward to the ground dead. Excuse my correction but come to think of it, after that gunshot he had no face anymore. I kept my eyes closed as I stood there, finally having the concious mind to wipe my face of the disgusting left overs of the zombie's head. "Fuckin' sick..." was all I could say and opened my eyes to see if I could get a glimpse at the shooter. There he was, right infront of me, looking as scared and shaky as I felt. Only he had a gun, and I had a friggin four foot piece of wood that probably came from the frame of an old bed. Hell I didn't know and it didn't matter. The guy looked young, probably in his early twenties. His yellow vest and green camo pants were stained here and there with blood and he was holding his side in pain.
"You okay kid?" The guy asked me in a shaky tone. He didn't look like he had ahold of himself. I simply nodded.
"What about you? You look banged up." I said, trying to sound nice about it.
The man cracked a small smile. "I'll be fine, but not for long if I stick around here." He said and looked around as if seeing if he was followed, then looked back at me. "Stay safe kid." He said and turned to leave, starting to run with a limp. I stood still for a moment, wondering what the hell just happened then ran to catch up with him.
"Hey wait a minute!" I caught up with him and he stopped, turning towards me, looking anxious to get away from something. I stopped infront of him and leaned on the stick I still carried. "You save my life and then decide you're gonna run off and leave me with a piece of lumber? What the fuck kinda cop are you?" I said, pointing to the patch on his vest that said RPD. He grunted in pain and scowled at me.
"I'm Brad Vickers, RPD, S.T.A.R.S and if you wanna stay alive, you won't follow me." He said and turned, starting to weakly run away again.
"I think you got it backwards, man. You're the one with the gun!" I said and started to follow him again but he turned around and stuck his weapon right in my face.
"Look kid!" He raised his voice, his hand with the gun shaking. "I'm not the guy you wanna be around right now! Kendo's gun shop isn't far from here, you want a gun? Find one there, but don't follow--"
"Grrraaaaaaaarrrgghhh!!!!!!!!"
Brad gasped and looked up behind me far off and a look of fear came over his face as did mine. I looked behind me and felt my face grow cold and pale. It was the most terrifying sound I had ever heard in my life. It wasn't that close but it sounded too close to not worry about what made it, yet I didn't wanna find out what did.
"Shit! See what I mean kid?!" Brad said from behind me and I heard him turn and take off running. I had the same idea and turned around, running after him as fast as I could. As I caught up behind him, he took a glance back and cried out. "Don't follow me kid, get outta here!" This time his voice had concern, as if he was worried about my well being but I stayed with him. Once again he urged me to go. "Go, kid! He'll kill you too!" I had no idea who 'He' was, but like I felt when I heard that terrible roar, I didn't really want to find out. The way I saw it, I was safest with Brad. He had the gun, like I said. We cut through an alley, together, Brad ahead of me by a few feet and ran right past an alleyway cut off by a fire and continued down the other way. Although he was wounded, he was older, in better shape and probably did alot more running as a cop that I ever did, so he was faster, not to mention I too was still a little banged up. He collided with a door, knocking it open and I saw him continue running. I followed through the door, and hung a left after him, heading towards a large site of a wreck. Brad ignored it and made way for a gate. I stopped for a moment and caught sight of the sign above it. Racoon City Police Department. 'Thank God!' I thought and ran for it as Brad went through the gate. I didn't get that much further from where I stopped before I heard Brad's voice cry out with a blood curdling scream. And shortly after that--
"Grraaaaaaarrrrgghh!!!"
That roar again. I grit my teeth together, frozen in fear as I heard Brad faintly calling for help, then his voice suddenly cut off and I knew he was gone. Dead. Whatever it was that made that sound had gotten him. Okay, so zombies weren't the only thing I had to worry about. There was something else in the city and it just killed one of the only other survivors I positively knew about. My little stick wasn't gonna do a damn thing, I figured. I need to find a gun. After what seemed like forever, I turned and ran the other way. I wasn't about to go check out the police station if there was something dangerous there. I made way for a door across from the one Brad and I had come out of. I tried it. Locked. I cried out in frustration and kicked it then headed back through the other door and headed back through where I had followed Brad and made it back to the alley that blocked me off from where I heard the explosion. I was going to make it over that fence, so help me God. Maybe, I thought, I could find out where that other survivor went, if he wasn't already dead. I reached the fence and let it run through my mind how to get over something taller than I was. After a moment, I felt like slapping myself in the face when I saw it. The dumpster, you idiot! I don't know why I didn't think of it before. I set the stick on top of the dumpster and with all my strength, managed to push it up against the fence. Why I still had that damn stick I don't know. I guess I felt somewhat safe to have what could be remotely used as a weapon with me. I climbed over the fence, using the horizontal beams as steps and climbed down on the other side, then looked over to examine the fire from the explosion. It looked like a large wreck from a gas tanker and some cars. Deep down, I hoped that nobody was still inside one of them and made my way out into the street carefully, and I saw them. Two zombies, making their way towards me from the fire. I shook my head in thought. 'Sorry guys but if you want dinner, you're gonna have to move alot faster.' I turned and jogged down the only street that was there, so obviously that survivor had to have gone down this way. I slowed to a stop when I saw the windows of a building shattered and stopped right infront of the Kendo Gun Shop. What a coincidence, I said to myself, as Brad told me to come here looking for a gun.
I stared down at the scene of a mangled civilian laying near the door. A few feet from his body were three more deader looking corpses. Each with a hole in their head. Zombies? I didn't know. From the way they looked, they were, due to the torn flesh on their necks and chests. Placing a hand over my mouth and nose, I stepped inside, careful not to step in any blood. Not that I was worried about it getting on my shoes, but it just freaked me out. Once inside, I lowered my hand from my face and took a look at my surroundings. There was still a good deal of stuff left and I figured the dead guy was the owner. As sorry as I felt for him, he wouldn't need any of this stuff anymore, but then I couldn't carry EVERYTHING of course. But I would make sure to stock up what I could, and I had to do it fast, because I knew the two walking corpses coming down the street weren't about to wait, and on top of that, I didn't want to stay in that place much longer than I had to.
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Sorry for the wait. I could have had this chapter up awhile ago. I hope this is a good chapter, I sort of rushed it a bit because I wanted to get it done. I don't think the part of Clive meeting Brad for such a short while was necessary but I wanted to add in some suspense to build up for later. Please R/R with your thoughts and if you have any suggestions what- so-ever, I'm very open to them. Thanks!