Day Two (continued)
Disclaimer: I own the characters, the plot, the location, (possibly the title, I'm not sure) and that's about it. Anything else mentioned is somebody else's property.
Author's Note: This story is not recommended for anybody under the age of 16. This story will contain, blood, gore, vomiting, language, graphic scenes, intense violence, minors using firearms and language, death, defacing of public servants, destruction of private and public property, more death, decapitation, dismemberment, murder, intense anger, and everything else that gives that can give a story an R rating. So a word of advice, don't take after these characters, it isn't healthy.
Also, I'd like to apologize to everyone I've kept waiting for so long. I hope this makes up for it. I've also been experimenting with another style of writing, which helps explain why I'm so late. Sort of.
Shinigami sneered as he watched a red, rusted pickup truck pull up and out of it climbed six hicks and rednecks who were at place on a farm (A/N: I'm not insulting anybody who would qualify as a redneck, it's just a part of the story) carrying shotguns and carbine rifles."Well doggies, looks like we got here just in time to save ya kid," one of the rednecks, a black haired man dressed in faded blue jeans, a plaid shit and carrying a rifle stated, "name's Billy Joe, what's yours kid?"
"...Shinigami, think you can remember that, hick?" Shinigami replied calmly.
"Well shoot sonny, course I can. Lemme intraduce ya ta the rest a the family. This guy's Joe Bob Briggs," Billy Joe said and grabbed some blond guy by the collar of his denim vest, "Joey this is Shinigami."
"Nice ta meet ya Shini'," Joe said and grinned like the stereotypic hick and laughed.
"Don't bother explaining or introducing me to the rest of your inbred family, what the hell are you guys doing here," Shinigami asked as he drew his pump action shotgun.
"Well shoot sonny we was just savin' your life from that overgrown iguana that was goin' the rip off yer balls," Billy Joe told him.
"I gathered that. I mean what's your hick group doing?" Shinigami asked.
"Well ya see," one of the other rednecks began, "we live right near a cemetery and afta last night's rain we seen dead people poppin' up all ova the place. We found does devils eatin' some of our prize farm animals so we plugged 'em full a holes. Eventually we woiked are ways to dere heads and that killed 'em. And den we said to ourselves this can't just be isolated. So we hopped inta our trucks and we been drivin' around shootin' as many a dese things as we could. Danged if I know what caused these suckers coming around when they shoulda been in the ground," he explained.
"You too eh? Should've expected the calvary of this town to show up. Thank God or whatever's in charge you guys aren't the army," Shinigami explained.
"Well shoot boy we is the army! We gots it maybe 30 guys out shootin' dese things on sight. Anything dat don't run or talk is a prime target for a hole in the head!" Billy Joe exclaimed.
"Marvelous. Hey priest! Get everyone out here and meet their rescuers," Shinigami bellowed, "um...Joe Bob, how many zombies would you say are still around?"
"Well shoot, I'd say...must be around four of five hundred in just our area," Joe Bob stated.
"Wonderful. I doubt we've got enough ammo to handle all of them. What we need to do is gather them up into a big group and just blow 'em to hell," Shinigami stated, "now, we just need an idea on how to do it."
"Help! Incoming!"
Everybody turned to see Jake charging after the group running as fast as he could, followed by a huge decaying Great Dane chasing after him.
"It just figures. Jake, down!" Shinigami yelled and drew his survival knife and threw it hard.
Jake ducked (or tripped really) just in time to avoid getting hit. The knife buried itself in the Dane's head, dropping it to the ground.
"Damn that's good aim," Billy Joe stated.
"It coulda been better," he simply replied.
"Shinigami you crazy bastard," Jake stated as he got back to his feet, "nice aim, you saved my life!"
"Don't rub it in, I'll regret it," he replied, "before you ask, meet the redneck calvary."
"Later. That thing killed the bus driver. We got to the bus depot, the place was swarmed. We need something big to get rid of these things," he stated, receiving a hard slap from Shinigami.
"Calm down damnit! The thing that's most important is not to panic otherwise we're dead," he stated, "now listen. What we need is calm, cool thinking. We need a plan."
Shinigami went over to the jeep and climbed up onto the hood. He had to get through to the other people but over their talking he needed to be loud enough for them to notice. Being taller wouldn't hurt either.
"Alright people...people?" he began but nobody paid any attention, "EVERYBODY SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LISTEN TO ME!" he yelled, causing everybody's head to turn to him.
"Now. I know things look like shit right now, and I must agree," he said as he jumped down from the hood, "this is a war, we're civilians trapped in the middle. But we're also soldiers in this matter. If we work together we can win! Now, what's a soldier without weapons? I want each of you to find something you can use to protect yourselves. Go to the stores, the shops, homes, wherever. I want you to pick out anything that you can use for weapons. Shovels, hoes, axes, crowbars, whatever. Once you get these, meet back here and wait for further instructions. Understand?" he asked.
Everybody started muttering amongst themselves about this plan. And from the sound of it nobody was too hot for it, until they saw Shinigami hoisting his shotgun, causing a stir of fear to arise in them, and make them agree to go along with the plan. About half of the group scattered, while the other half moved at a slower pace, indicating that they would probably be checking local stores or hanging around.
As everybody scattered, Jake moved over to Shinigami for a private bull session. "Are you sure about this Shin'? The whole plan seems flawed."
"I know. There's only a handful of us and thousands of zombies, but it's all we got. It beats relying on the hicks," Shinigami replied.
"Who's you callin' a hick!" Joe Bob demanded.
"You, dumbass inbred chicken choker. Now go back to your brothers or cousins or whatever the hell they are and do what you do best," Shinigami told him.
"Where we come from dem is fightin' woids," Joe Bob exclaimed.
"I'll fight you later hick, after everyone is safe," Shinigami told him.
"We's gonna fight right now whether you like it or not," Joe Bob stated and charged for an attack.
Before Joe Bob could make contact with his fist, Shinigami grabbed his wrist, knelt down, planted his free hand on his chest and flipped Job Bob onto his back.
"I said we'll fight later, chicken choker. Until these people are safe, I have no time for games, and neither do you. Understand," Shinigami asked, receiving a nervous nod in response, "very good. You're brighter than your looks immediately suggest."
Suddenly a loud crashing sound caught everyone's attention. They looked around to see what was going on but they didn't see anything. The same sound was heard again. This time they saw a small dust cloud coming from a manhole cover in the center of the intersection.
"Oh boy," Jake stated, he ran over and grabbed Sam's discarded axe, readying himself to swing at whatever was going to come up.
Shinigami moved away from Joe Bob, cocked his shotgun and aimed for the cover, his finger brushing the trigger. For a minute the rumbling stopped and the manhole cover remained still, but this caused everyone's tension to rise higher. Shinigami slowly moved his finger below the trigger guard and lowered his gun, not sure what to do.
Suddenly the manhole cover shot off with a loud boom, blowing everyone back, the cover landing where Shinigami was last standing. If Joe Bob had been any slower he would've been crushed.
"Damn!" both of them stated at once.
Shinigami reached into one of his vest pockets and withdrew a small box of matches. He pulled out one, lit it and threw it into the hole, resulting in a gigantic fireball.
"You think it's dead?" Jake asked.
"Stick your head down there and see," Shinigami told him.
"I'll take your word for it," Jake replied.
"I'm beginning to wonder if this damn city really is Concordia," Shinigami stated.
"Where else would we be?" Jake asked.
"Hell or Raccoon City, whichever comes first," he replied.
"Is there any chance that this is some weird dream or mass hallucination?" Jake asked.
"No chance, things like this have to be real," Shinigami told him.
"I was afraid you'd say that," Jake stated and held his head.
"You use to be a tough street fighting kid, right Jake?" Shinigami asked.
"Yeah, so what," Jake replied.
"If so you wouldn't be afraid in this situation. Toughen up you ass wipe," Shinigami told him.
"Now look you!" Jake yelled.
"Fuck off!" Shinigami told him and shoved him.
"Piss off asshole!" Jake replied and shoved him back.
"Dumbass!" Shinigami yelled and punched him in the face.
"Mother fucker!" Jake yelled as he retaliated.
Shinigami grasped Jake's hand and began to squeeze hard. You could almost hear the bones cracking.
"Never! Talk! About! My! Mother! Again!"
The next thing Jake knew he was sent across the street, two of his permanent teeth knocked right out. Before he could get up Shinigami stormed over to him and brought his broadsword down near his head, missing by just an inch.
"If you dare speak of my mother again I'll kill you without an ounce of hesitation. Understand?" Shinigami asked as she kicked Jake in the side.
"Understood," he croaked out.
"Good, now get your ass up and show your real fighting spirit," Shinigami ordered.
"You'll see my fighting spirit, when I kill you," Jake told him and wiped the blood away from his mouth.
"You can kill me when we get out of here alive," Shinigami told him.
"I'm holding you to that promise," Jake replied.
"You can try, but you won't get too far," Shinigami told him.
"Gentlemen," the priest spoke up.
"Who came in?" Shinigami asked.
"Might there be weapons in the police station?" he asked.
Shinigami and Jake looked at each other, then over at the police station on the opposite block that headed uptown.
"Might as well," Shinigami stated as he dashed across the street and performed a flying jump kick, smashing through the glass panels of the doors and forced them open.
"Show off," Jake stated as he followed.
"At least I used the door this time. You take one side I'll take the other."
"Right."
The two teenagers split up and began to search the rooms of the police station, looking for extra weapons they could use for protection. But as they went from room to room, nothing of use was found. Instead all they found was junk.
"Damn, not even my dad knows that many curses," Jake muttered as he heard Shinigami's endless string of curses and bangs from things being thrown, "hey asshole you finding anything?"
"Not a fucking thing dumbass! Now shut your hole and keep searching!"
"Hard ass," Jake muttered as he searched through another drawer, again finding nothing.
"Damn it! What I wouldn't give for an M-16, or an AK-47, or even a couple UZIs," Shinigami stated as he flipped over a desk, hoping to find something, but all he got was even more frustrated, "fuck it! The weapon racks are empty, there's nothing in the desks, those officers must've taken everything!"Angrily, Shinigami stomped on the floor, leaving a somewhat noticeable boot print. But he also heard something strange. It was somewhat hollow.
"I wonder," he said as he bent down to examine the floor.
"I don't believe it. What kind of a police station doesn't have a single gun anywhere in it," Jake asked himself as he wildly pulled another drawer out of a desk and dumped its contents out."Hey jackass get in here now!" Shinigami shouted.
"What now!" Jake yelled back.
"Don't ask dumbass questions just get in here or else!"
"Fine hold your damned horses!"
Jake angrily got up and stormed to the room where Shinigami was. He was about to give him a royal cursing but before he got the chance he saw something. There was a trap door in the floor, open and a ladder leading down.
"What the hell is that?"
"Something we may need," Shinigami stated.
Shinigami was the first to climb down. Shortly after he came back up, smiling evilly.
"Follow me, you won't believe what's down here."
"What is it," Jake asked.
"Shut your hole and follow me," Shinigami ordered.
Even though he was getting tired of being pushed around, Jake climbed down the ladder with Shinigami. As soon as he reached the bottom he saw what the big deal was.
Lining the walls of the dimly lit room, were stands of guns inside protective glass cases. There were dozens of guns in the cases. Shotguns, MP-5s assault rifles, sniper rifles, a few UZIs and AK-47s, handguns of varying caliber, and hundreds of magazines, each stacked in neat piles with a sticker designating their types of what gun they fit in.
The two looked at each other and smiled widely before yelling out excitedly, like two little kids who were giving permission to have anything they wanted from the toy store.
"There's tons of this shit here! We could have an army with this stuff!" Jake yelled.
"We've got an army of townspeople outside, we've got an even better fighting chance with this stuff. Nothing's gonna stand in our way now," Shinigami stated as he smashed his way through one of the cases and removed the weapon he was after. A Mossberg 590 with mounted heat shield, an 18" barrel, folding stock and pistol grip. Overall it was a much better model than what he currently carried.
"Where do you think all this shit came from," Jake asked as he too smashed the glass and started grabbed weapons left and right.
"My guess is...this is an underground bunker in case some catastrophe happened and no small munitions would cut it. Remind me to thank whoever came up with this idea," Shinigami told him as dumped his old model shotgun after retrieving the shells.
"With what weapons we have now, and what we're getting we'll be invincible," Jake shouted.
"Not quite but we'll sure be damn close to invincible. We might even be able to take on Nemesis with all this stuff!"
"No for that we need a rocket launcher," Jake told him.
"Not the way I fight," Shinigami told him as he stuff magazines into various pockets of his attire, "two shotguns, two machetes, a sword, a survival knife and spiked knuckles. I'm prepared for anything."
"You're a heavy duty guy. But what're you gonna do if a zombie gets in close? Those weapons could do some massive damage to you too," Jake told him as he grabbed a pair of mini UZIs.
"I'm aware of that. And that's why I'm also taking these," he said as he showed Jake the two handguns he chose, "a Glock 18. At close range...it'll be good," he said with a malicious grin."
"You truly are one sick bastard," Jake stated as he climbed up the ladder to push through several guns so he could grab more.
"You know what we should've brought? A shopping cart," Shinigami told him.
"There's bound to be one outside when we get there," Jake told him.
"Hey everybody we've got weapons galore," Jake shouted as he ran through the door.Shinigami passed off Jake's statement as simple excitement. Yelling about weapons would do no good if everybody was out gathering equipment. He'd deal with him later. But sure enough there were still people standing outside. For what reason, he wasn't sure of.
But before he even had the chance to ask anything, he could see a truck just a few blocks in the distance heading their way. At first he was relieved, seeing that help might be on the way. But then the more logical part of his brain took over. He saw that it was an army truck. The same kind used for troop transporting.
The truck stopped at the end of the block and over half a dozen men began to pile out of the back. Each of them was dressed in black riot squad gear and gas masks, and each was carrying a modern looking assault rifle in their hands.
"Oh shit!"
As Jake got further out everything seemed to slow down. Nobody seemed to notice the soldiers or that they were raising their rifles. Shinigami moved out and grabbed Jake by the arms and pulled him back and pushed him into the police building before leaping in after him.
Two seconds later shots began to ring out, followed by the wounded cries of the few people who had remained behind.
"What the fuck! Shinigami who did you piss off this time!" Jake yelled.
"It's not me it's the army," Shinigami replied, "I was afraid this would happen. They showed up and instead of helping us they're going to kill all of us!"
"Oh this just gets better!" Jake replied.
"Don't I fuckin' know it. Lemme see your double barrel I wanna test a theory of mine."
Instead of arguing Jake simply handed him the shotgun. Shinigami checked and found both barrels loaded with live rounds rather than empty shells; just as he was hoping. He waited until the hail of fire had stopped before moving out from behind the brick wall and opening fire on one of the troops, hitting him in the chest and knocking him back a couple of feet.
"Fuck, just as I feared," Shinigami said as he ducked back in before more rounds were fired.
"What?" Jake asked.
"They're protected. Ceramic trauma plating most likely. It's like a suit of armor but its very light and flexible. Not even a shotgun can penetrate it," Shinigami explained.
"How do you know all this?" Jake asked.
"Politics," Shinigami muttered as he looked around the room, "didn't we pass some riot shields when we came in?"
"I dunno but I think I saw some in the back room."
"Go get a couple I've got an idea," Shinigami instructed.
"What're you gonna do?" Jake asked.
"What I always do. Improvise until inspiration strikes," he replied and readied his newly acquired shotgun.
"You're crazier than I am," Jake muttered as he ran off to retrieve the shields.
"Flattery will get him fuckin' nowhere," Shinigami mumbled to himself.
Shinigami looked out to see the current position of the troops. They were getting closer to the building and had their guns at the ready. Muttering something in Japanese he jumped out from behind his hiding spot and leveled his shotgun.
"Everybody freeze and nobody gets hurt!" he shouted, hoping he would spark some kind of fear in the men. But unfortunately all he got was a hail of fire in response, causing him to duck back inside.
As he glanced out he noticed his jeep again. It was still fully loaded with all his ammo, and the troops were about to pass right by it. "Decisions, decisions," he said to himself and glanced between the troops and the ammo carrying jeep.
They would definitely need the ammo for future encounters, but if they were dead it wouldn't matter how well supplied they were. Finally after coming to his conclusions, Shinigami ducked back out just enough and fired once, pumped the shotgun to expel the empty case, and fired again, both in the same direction.
The buckshot spread out very little as it continued on, hitting the covering of the gas tank and rip through, causing it to explode into flames. The resulting heat from the explosion almost instantly ate through the plastic that made of the boxes housing the shells, causing them to ignite in a second explosion, sending buckshot in every direction. The blast of both explosions sent the troops to the ground, and hopefully it would deter them from getting closer.
Unfortunately Shinigami's hopes were dashed. Just over a minute later and already they were getting back on their feet. "Don't these guys ever fucking learn?" Shinigami asked angrily and ducked out and began to open fire on the troops while they were still down, hoping to stop them for a little longer.
Unfortunately before long he had completely run out of ammo and was forced to duck back inside before he was shot full of holes. "D-damn it," he muttered with himself and struggled to reload his shotgun.
"Trouble?" Jake asked as he finally came back with two black riot squad shields, one in each hand.
"Big trouble! I blew up the jeep and it only slowed them down!" Shinigami yelled.
"You fuckin' blew up the jeep! What the hell were you thinking!?" Jake bellowed.
"I was thinking it would save us but I obviously fucked up," Shinigami said as he took one of the shields from Jake.
"So what're we gonna do now?"
"I have another plan," Shinigami stated, "ceramic trauma plating is very tough, even against shotgun rounds. But up close it offers less protection from heavier artillery," he said as he began to remove his heavy equipment and let it drop to the floor, "I'm gonna get in close and take them out."
"Shin' you're insane! You're gonna die out there if you do this!" Jake yelled back.
"I know. But it's worth the effort," he said as he dumped his stuff on the floor, "cover me?" he asked, holding the shield with his left hand and sawed off shotgun with his right.
"Might as well. Somebody's gotta make you keep your promise," Jake replied.
"Good man," Shinigami replied.
Taking a quick glance out and determining that it was safe, for the moment, Shinigami charged out of the building and headed right for the troops. As he got closer they opened fire with their assault rifles, but he was prepared and held his shield up to stop the attack from reaching him.
With little equipment to slow him down, Shinigami proved faster than the troops anticipated. He got in close to one just as he inserted a new magazine, catching him off guard and aimed his shotgun right for his face, both hammers pulled back into locked position.
"Buh-bye," he stated calmly and pulled the two triggers, shooting the soldier right through the gasmask. The result of the blast ripped through the soldier's head and causing him to be thrown back a good distance before he hit the ground with a painful thud.
As the remaining troops opened fire Shinigami ducked down behind his shield to protect his body from injury, and hoped that Jake wouldn't let him down.
"Hey you fuckers! It's me you want!" Jake's voice rang out as he opened fire with his mini UZIs. This drew the attention of two soldiers but the rest continued firing on Shinigami's shield.
"Should've known it wouldn't work," Shinigami muttered as he reached for two new shells. But as he felt around he realized he had made a very big mistake. While he was stripping down his equipment to be faster, he left his ammo belts back in the police station, "oh shit!"
Now he was in a real pickle. He was sitting out here with his ass practically exposed, unarmed and at the mercy of some severely pissed off soldiers who wanted to blow his brains out, and few options at his disposal. Running back to the police station would get him dead, but so would sitting where he was.
He started looking around for something that could help him, anything. Then he noticed where the soldier had been standing. He must not have had a death grip because his weapon was laying just a few feet away from where he had been standing.
Laying just a few feet away was a fully loaded MP5 A2 rifle. It wouldn't do much against trauma plating but it was better than nothing. He heard an almost collective silence from the troops, except for spent casings hitting the ground. They had to change magazines. Now was his chance.
Like lightning Shinigami bolted and grabbed the MP5 and opened fire into the face of one of the remaining soldiers, tearing through his gasmask and dropping him like a stone. Now it was down to four remaining soldiers. And he was now out of ammo once again.
"I guess using a whole magazine to blow one guy's face off was just a tad fucking excessive," he muttered and ducked behind his shield again, "this is getting monotonous."
Shinigami was growing desperate now. Judging from the appearance of the soldiers they still had plenty of magazines left, and he didn't know if the shield could continue standing up to the excessive assault. And adding to this, Jake was nowhere to be seen. Not even a quick glance of him.
"Its times like this I wish I shot myself when I had the chance," Shinigami said to himself.
"Hey you bastards!"
Shinigami's head snapped up at the sound of the yell and saw Jake standing outside in the street, now holding two of the previously seen AK-47s, each with a banana clip inserted. Shinigami guessed that he was most likely crazy for trying something like this, but he had a plan quickly forming inside his brain.
Jake yelled in a Hollywood war hero style and opened fire on the soldiers, but the rounds had little affect on their armor. They started to aim for him but before they could fire one of the soldiers was tackled from behind by Shinigami who grabbed his arm and aimed his rifle for another of the soldiers in the face and forced him to pull the trigger, unloading an automatic burst of ammunition in his face, tearing through the gasmask and into his head, dropping him for good.
The two soldiers that remained aimed for Shinigami and opened fire, but with his quick thinking he pulled the soldier in front of him with his arms behind his back, using him like a human shield. It was just too bad that he was still armored; otherwise this would've left only two more soldiers.
With their backs turned Jake pushed the gun barrels to their necks, causing them to stop when he stated, "I've still got ammo in these things."
While they were distracted Shinigami pulled the headgear off of his soldier and knocked him out cold, dropping him like a sack of potatoes.
"Now," Shinigami said as he picked up the dropped rifle and aiming at one of the last two soldiers, "tell me everything you know about what's going on or else," he ordered.
"Orders forbid it," the soldier on the left stated.
"Wrong answer," Jake stated and beat him on the back of the head with the butt stock of one of his assault rifles, knocking him out from the force.
"Now it's just you chuckles," Shinigami warned, "look around you, we dealt with the others, we can deal with you. Now you'd better talk or else," he threatened and lowered his gun to the soldier's crotch, making sure he got the point.
"I don't know anything!" the soldier stated in a panic filled voice, "we were given orders to terminate on sight, no questions asked! I swear that's all I know!"
Shinigami contemplated this for several seconds, before drawing him weapon back. The panic in the officer's voice sounded very real so he figured he could believe his story, at least for now.
"Alright," Shinigami said, before high kicking the soldier in the face and knocking him out, "Jake, grab what you can. We're moving out."
"What? How can you say that after all this? I don't know if you realize in Shin' but we're murderers. Oh my God we're murderers! We just killed real people!" Jake said in a panic induced tone.
Shinigami turned and slapped Jake hard, bringing him back to his senses. "Just calm down. We had good reason; it was either them or us and survival instinct dictates that we are to survive. Now just relax before I have to slap you again," Shinigami warned, "now let's get moving before reinforcements come by."
"Wait what about the other survivors? What'll happen to them when they find out we left them?" Jake asked, causing Shinigami to stop in his tracks.
"...Alright, we'll wait for them. But if they're not back in half an hour we move out without them," he replied and headed back to the police station to retrieve his gear.
Unbeknownst to either of the two young heroes, one of the soldiers that was suppose to be knocked out now had his hands on a small remote control, and had just pressed a particular button on the side...
The time seemed to drag on as the two waited around downtown, but there was no sign of any of the other survivors showing up, causing them to lose hopes of seeing any of them again.Finally after what seemed like an eternity the half hour was up and the two were still alone, with the exception of the three unconscious soldiers.
"Well, time to move out," Shinigami stated.
"Five more minutes they're bound to show up, I know it," Jake replied.
"We've already waited around long enough. We can't afford to wait any longer. Every minute we stay here is another minute we put ourselves in danger, and while I like danger this is extreme danger. There's no telling what new monster may show up," Shinigami explained.
Jake really hated Shinigami for this. Not because he didn't show any emotion about the people, but because he was right. They were in grave danger and standing around just made it worse. They had to get going and soon.
"Alright. Let's move out," Jake replied, but not by choice.
A/N: This is by no means the finished product, but simply the final draft of what I have so far. The beta and rough drafts of the story are being worked out for finalization. This will most likely be the longest of all three chapters. I pray that you can continue to be patient. I hope to be finished someday soon.