Chapter 12 - Unwelcome Visitor
"This is defiantly the work of Umbrella." Hades explained, pacing the room. "I
would know. I used to work for the Umbrella corporation." Hades looked at the four.
He paced the room again, and continued.
"What you see happening with these zombies and monsters is the work of one of
Umbrella's most dangerous experiments." Hades looked at the Videl pattern on the wall,
and then looked away and continued to talk. "This is the work of the T-virus."
"What's the T-virus?" Dan asked with concern.
"The T-virus is a horrible disease, created by Umbrella to prolong life." Hades
stopped pacing, and look up to the ceiling. "However, the virus wasn't as successful they
had hoped." He then continued his pacing, "The subjects the T-virus was tested on had
different effects then they had hoped. It caused people and creatures to die, however,
even though they were dead it didn't stop them from walking around."
"What do you mean?" asked Kevin, who seemed a bit confused.
"The T-virus was able to let tissue live, even after the creature died. Testing this
virus on some creatures mutated them. The zombies you see walking around, it is true
they were once your friends. They are dead now, however. They have been infected by
the T-virus. These zombies have very low intelligence, perhaps a little bit of memory
and crave the most basic need."
"What need is that?" Lobo asked, seeming a bit scared. Hades was silent for a
moment.
"The need to feed." Hades said in a freighting tone. "You're friend Kitty was
murdered, most likely by the Porter who you said became a zombie. The Porter must
have gotten infected by the T-virus after the train crash.
"I have a feeling your friend Stella is dead as well. If they were murdered by the
Porter, as I suspect, it will only be a matter of time before they come back to life as flesh
hungry zombies as well."
There was a long awkward moment of silence, Hades finally spoke up again.
"I have a feeling members of Umbrella will be coming here. They may try to
murder the people in town and then destroy it to not let any word of this get out." Hades
told the four. There was silence again.
"It's going to be a long night, isn't it?" Lobo asked. Dan nodded.
Not too far from Dan's house, someone was just about ready to leave. She had
heard the screams and had seen the train crash. She had just about all she could take. It
was Gracie, the fashion model giraffe.
"I'm getting the hell out of here. This is not something that I, the world famous
Gracie, should be caught up in. I don't have time for this hickvilles problems." Gracie
climbed into here sporty convertible.
"I only wish my car was cleaner. I hate traveling to godforsaken places like these.
These people have no sense of fashion at all." Gracie's said to herself as she started the
engine. "That old fart raccoon wouldn't know a good outfit if it bit him in the ass. And
the tailor shop? Who the hell made those crappy designs?"
She began to start driving, just wanting to leave.
"Who the hell wants to wear clothing with some Bubble Bobble guy or some
Anime character on it? And the people here are so rude as well. That damn brown
porcupine yelled at me for insulting 'Dan's' clothing patterns. What? Is she in love with
the guy?" Gracie should have been paying attention because she ran somebody over with
her car.
"Oh, shit!" Gracie skidded to a stop. "What the hell was that?!" She looked in
her rearview mirror and saw a purple and white cat laying where she had driven. That's
right everyone, it's Rover.
"Oh, dammit." Gracie muttered as she got out of her car. "Please, please, please
be dead. If he isn't he might press charges against me." Gracie walked up to the body of
Rover and examined him. He certainly appeared to be dead. Some skin was rotting off
his bones. Gracie sighed, "Sorry I ran you over, darling, but you really should watch
where you are going."
She began to walk back to her car when suddenly she was grabbed. It was Rover
back on his feet, and he jumped at Gracie. He bit into her neck and blood went flying
about, staining her world famous clothes. Gracie tried to scream, but couldn't. Rover
was able to get her down on the floor and he began feasting upon her flesh. Blood
splattered on Gracie's convertible on both the outside and inside. Rover continued to eat
away at Gracie's flesh. She was kicking violently, trying to escape, but it was no use. At
last, Gracie fell lifeless. Rover continued to devour her flesh.
She came to Vernon at the wrong time.
"This is defiantly the work of Umbrella." Hades explained, pacing the room. "I
would know. I used to work for the Umbrella corporation." Hades looked at the four.
He paced the room again, and continued.
"What you see happening with these zombies and monsters is the work of one of
Umbrella's most dangerous experiments." Hades looked at the Videl pattern on the wall,
and then looked away and continued to talk. "This is the work of the T-virus."
"What's the T-virus?" Dan asked with concern.
"The T-virus is a horrible disease, created by Umbrella to prolong life." Hades
stopped pacing, and look up to the ceiling. "However, the virus wasn't as successful they
had hoped." He then continued his pacing, "The subjects the T-virus was tested on had
different effects then they had hoped. It caused people and creatures to die, however,
even though they were dead it didn't stop them from walking around."
"What do you mean?" asked Kevin, who seemed a bit confused.
"The T-virus was able to let tissue live, even after the creature died. Testing this
virus on some creatures mutated them. The zombies you see walking around, it is true
they were once your friends. They are dead now, however. They have been infected by
the T-virus. These zombies have very low intelligence, perhaps a little bit of memory
and crave the most basic need."
"What need is that?" Lobo asked, seeming a bit scared. Hades was silent for a
moment.
"The need to feed." Hades said in a freighting tone. "You're friend Kitty was
murdered, most likely by the Porter who you said became a zombie. The Porter must
have gotten infected by the T-virus after the train crash.
"I have a feeling your friend Stella is dead as well. If they were murdered by the
Porter, as I suspect, it will only be a matter of time before they come back to life as flesh
hungry zombies as well."
There was a long awkward moment of silence, Hades finally spoke up again.
"I have a feeling members of Umbrella will be coming here. They may try to
murder the people in town and then destroy it to not let any word of this get out." Hades
told the four. There was silence again.
"It's going to be a long night, isn't it?" Lobo asked. Dan nodded.
Not too far from Dan's house, someone was just about ready to leave. She had
heard the screams and had seen the train crash. She had just about all she could take. It
was Gracie, the fashion model giraffe.
"I'm getting the hell out of here. This is not something that I, the world famous
Gracie, should be caught up in. I don't have time for this hickvilles problems." Gracie
climbed into here sporty convertible.
"I only wish my car was cleaner. I hate traveling to godforsaken places like these.
These people have no sense of fashion at all." Gracie's said to herself as she started the
engine. "That old fart raccoon wouldn't know a good outfit if it bit him in the ass. And
the tailor shop? Who the hell made those crappy designs?"
She began to start driving, just wanting to leave.
"Who the hell wants to wear clothing with some Bubble Bobble guy or some
Anime character on it? And the people here are so rude as well. That damn brown
porcupine yelled at me for insulting 'Dan's' clothing patterns. What? Is she in love with
the guy?" Gracie should have been paying attention because she ran somebody over with
her car.
"Oh, shit!" Gracie skidded to a stop. "What the hell was that?!" She looked in
her rearview mirror and saw a purple and white cat laying where she had driven. That's
right everyone, it's Rover.
"Oh, dammit." Gracie muttered as she got out of her car. "Please, please, please
be dead. If he isn't he might press charges against me." Gracie walked up to the body of
Rover and examined him. He certainly appeared to be dead. Some skin was rotting off
his bones. Gracie sighed, "Sorry I ran you over, darling, but you really should watch
where you are going."
She began to walk back to her car when suddenly she was grabbed. It was Rover
back on his feet, and he jumped at Gracie. He bit into her neck and blood went flying
about, staining her world famous clothes. Gracie tried to scream, but couldn't. Rover
was able to get her down on the floor and he began feasting upon her flesh. Blood
splattered on Gracie's convertible on both the outside and inside. Rover continued to eat
away at Gracie's flesh. She was kicking violently, trying to escape, but it was no use. At
last, Gracie fell lifeless. Rover continued to devour her flesh.
She came to Vernon at the wrong time.