RESIDENT EVIL: UNAFFECTED
ShadowAddi: Okay. I hope everybody liked the first installment of RE: U. If you haven't read Chapter 1, please do so. Here's the 2nd one. The continuation... runs out the door to his car and drives away
RESIDENT EVIL: UNAFFECTED Chapter 2
July 21/13
LOCATION: Streets of Raccoon City
9:06 A.M.
As I look down the streets only to see the streets covered in zombies. My thoughts all of a sudden kick in. They're coming at us in groups! We're fucked! My negative thoughts run through my head. I just stood there firing, completely ignoring the negative thought I had earlier. I hear another click form my gun.
"Shit..." I say realizing that there is a safe passage leading to an alley. I go down the alley, finding there are zombies having one hell of a feast. I run at my fullest of speed. I hurdle over them. "Hell yeah!" I keep running. The zombies are moaning and trying to catch their meal (Just happening to be me.) I load my gun back up. I suddenly hear shouting and screaming coming from behind a car. Hoo, Hoo! Nice car. Anyway I walk to where the shouting is coming from. This girl is panicking next to a car while what looks like her boyfriend is defending her swinging a steel bat at the zombies. Is he crazy?! He takes another swing and a zombie takes a large chunk out of his wrist which is carrying the bat. He drops the bat and scurries over to his girlfriend and hugs her. They both yell in horror.
How pathetic... My thoughts say as I roll my eyes and raise my shotgun blasting the heads off the twelve zombies. The two teens look at me with confusion on why I helped them out. The girl looks at her boyfriend.
"Are you alright, Roy?" She asks.
"Yeah. I believe so." He replies. I walk over to the news stand and bash it open with my shotgun. There is no chance in hell that I'm going to deposit a quarter! I read most of the article.
"If you are scratched, clawed or bitten by one of these zombies, within 6 hours, you'll become one of them..." I read aloud. They look at me in disbelief.
"You can't be serious, man!" Roy exclaimed. I throw the paper at him. He reads it. "He's right."
"...oh my god..." the girl whispers in a sorrowful way. I look down the streets.
"More Zombies! RUN!" I yell. We run into the nearby bar and block all doors. "By the way. I'm Dorian Slate." I say.
The girl, quite charmed, replies, "I'm Rachel Mc..." Roy interrupts.
"Guys, forget introductions. Look who's joined us for dinner!" Roy cowers.
Okay. How was that? Good? Okay? So-so? Crappy? Distasteful? Well, you're the reviewers. You decide.