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===Harvest Moon: Resident Evil===
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Chapter Eleven: Living Citizens
Wally looked outside Hugh's window. What he had just seen flashed in his mind. Danny and Patrick running... Celia's death... the zombies...
"Daddy, is it safe yet?"
Wally turned. Hugh was sitting on his bed, looking worried.
"This is too weird... whats going on, Daddy?"
Being a small child, Hugh was too young to understand what was happening to all the villagers. Wally didn't have the heart to tell him.
"I... don't know, myself," Wally said quietly.
Wally's wife, Chris, was walking up the stairs.
"Just how long do you think it'll take before they try to get into our house?" she asked.
"We've got the doors locked, right?" Wally questioned.
"Yes," his wife replied. "But they won't last forever. We have to do something!"
"Are you mad?" Wally protested. "Didn't you see anything that happened outside? People are dying doing the same thing!"
"At least they try!" Chris shouted.
Hugh got scared, and, thinking he shouldn't be near his parents, dashed past his mother and down the stairs.
"Hugh!" Chris turned.
"It's okay, he won't go anywhere," Wally muttered.
"How do you know? This whole damn village is fucked up!"
Chris walked down the stairs after Hugh. Wally was alone up in the second floor now.
Sighing, he looked back out the window. Vesta was by the Blue Bar, or what was left of it. The fire burning all of the bodies had also burnt it down.
'How are we gonna get out of here...?'
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Carter coughed, and turned to the diggers.
"Okay, until we're sure its safe, we're staying down here. We've got plenty of food and drink, and we should hold out as long as we don't pig out over them."
He, Flora, and the digging team had barricaded themselves into the dig site underneath the ground, after two zombies attacked them. Two diggers lost their lives, and one had gotten wounded from a zombie bite. He was lying in a corner, getting his rest.
"Just... how long?" asked one.
"I don't know. But this devastation shouldn't last forever... or at least I'm hoping."
Carter sat next to Flora. She was silent.
"You okay? You look kinda pale..." Carter said, concerned.
"It's just that... how could this have happened? Who was responsible?" Flora finally said.
"I don't know, hon," Carter muttered. "But I'm sure we're gonna make it. We're perfectly safe down here!"
A groan came from the wounded digger.
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Nina was scrubbing the floor, where Danny's blood had spilled. The bandages worked fine, but Danny couldn't move his leg very well. He was resting on the bed.
"Hows that leg coming, dear?" she asked.
"Not so good," Danny said. "But at least it ain't impaled."
"Go figure," Galen said sarcastically to himself.
Patrick held a hand over his face. "This can't be... what have I done?" he said. "Takakura, Celia, Vesta, Cody... I killed them all..."
"It wasn't your fault," Danny said, trying to reassure him.
"Don't bullshit me!" Patrick shouted. "I had a part in starting this, it damn well was my fault!"
Nina was appalled by his sudden behavior. "Its okay, Patrick, just take a breath... calm down."
"Patrick... a question..." Danny asked. "What are those... mutant things?"
"We call them Crimson heads," Patrick said. "Because, well, they're crimson, and pretty damned mutated."
There was a moan from outside. Everyone fell silent.
"Oh, God," Patrick said. "Not now!"
Someone - or something, rather - was scratching the door.
'Please... just... go away...' Danny pleaded in his thoughts.
The scratching soon ceased. Footsteps were heard going past the house. Followed by silence.
"That was close," Galen sighed.
Just then, loud, abrubt banging against the closed window, the view from it being blocked by shutters, burst into noise, making all of them jump.
"Jesus Christ!" Patrick shouted.
Galen grabbed his shotgun. "Bring it on, ya son of a bitch!"
He went for the window. Realizing what would happen if Galen used it inside the house, Danny leap up and stopped him.
"What the hell are you doing?!" Galen fell, dropping the shotgun. Nina screamed, and Patrick stood up suddenly.
"Don't do it!" Danny shouted. "It'll screw us all!"
"Get off me!" Galen grabbed his shotgun, and whacked its butt onto Danny's forehead. The young farmer went limp without a sound.
"Danny!" Patrick shouted.
Getting up and gripping his shotgun, Galen made way for the window again. He pulled the shudders open to reveal Cody.
Galen's eyes widened. "Holy shit!"
Before he even raised his shotgun, Cody punched through the glass and grabbed Galen. Nina screamed and grabbed Galen, trying to pull him back into the house. The feeble old man yelled and dropped his shotgun. Patrick, sensing it was the only reasonable thing to do, grabbed the shotgun and ran to get a clear view of the window. Seeing Cody, he took aim at his head, and fired. Galen was dropped. He fell to the floor, causing Nina to fall backwards. Patrick quickly closed and locked the shudders together.
Danny groaned. "What... the hell... happened?"
Patrick, remembering Danny's injury, walked back over and helped him up. The shotgun butt had given Danny a small head wound.
Galen sighed, and sat down in a rocking chair. Nina sat on the floor, still dazed by the past incident.
"Just what the hell are we looking at?" Galen asked Patrick, as he was helping Danny get into a seat.
Patrick turned and faced him. "Well... don't take me wrong on this... or right, for that matter. We could very well be facing our end."
Their end...
===Harvest Moon: Resident Evil===
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Chapter Eleven: Living Citizens
Wally looked outside Hugh's window. What he had just seen flashed in his mind. Danny and Patrick running... Celia's death... the zombies...
"Daddy, is it safe yet?"
Wally turned. Hugh was sitting on his bed, looking worried.
"This is too weird... whats going on, Daddy?"
Being a small child, Hugh was too young to understand what was happening to all the villagers. Wally didn't have the heart to tell him.
"I... don't know, myself," Wally said quietly.
Wally's wife, Chris, was walking up the stairs.
"Just how long do you think it'll take before they try to get into our house?" she asked.
"We've got the doors locked, right?" Wally questioned.
"Yes," his wife replied. "But they won't last forever. We have to do something!"
"Are you mad?" Wally protested. "Didn't you see anything that happened outside? People are dying doing the same thing!"
"At least they try!" Chris shouted.
Hugh got scared, and, thinking he shouldn't be near his parents, dashed past his mother and down the stairs.
"Hugh!" Chris turned.
"It's okay, he won't go anywhere," Wally muttered.
"How do you know? This whole damn village is fucked up!"
Chris walked down the stairs after Hugh. Wally was alone up in the second floor now.
Sighing, he looked back out the window. Vesta was by the Blue Bar, or what was left of it. The fire burning all of the bodies had also burnt it down.
'How are we gonna get out of here...?'
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Carter coughed, and turned to the diggers.
"Okay, until we're sure its safe, we're staying down here. We've got plenty of food and drink, and we should hold out as long as we don't pig out over them."
He, Flora, and the digging team had barricaded themselves into the dig site underneath the ground, after two zombies attacked them. Two diggers lost their lives, and one had gotten wounded from a zombie bite. He was lying in a corner, getting his rest.
"Just... how long?" asked one.
"I don't know. But this devastation shouldn't last forever... or at least I'm hoping."
Carter sat next to Flora. She was silent.
"You okay? You look kinda pale..." Carter said, concerned.
"It's just that... how could this have happened? Who was responsible?" Flora finally said.
"I don't know, hon," Carter muttered. "But I'm sure we're gonna make it. We're perfectly safe down here!"
A groan came from the wounded digger.
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Nina was scrubbing the floor, where Danny's blood had spilled. The bandages worked fine, but Danny couldn't move his leg very well. He was resting on the bed.
"Hows that leg coming, dear?" she asked.
"Not so good," Danny said. "But at least it ain't impaled."
"Go figure," Galen said sarcastically to himself.
Patrick held a hand over his face. "This can't be... what have I done?" he said. "Takakura, Celia, Vesta, Cody... I killed them all..."
"It wasn't your fault," Danny said, trying to reassure him.
"Don't bullshit me!" Patrick shouted. "I had a part in starting this, it damn well was my fault!"
Nina was appalled by his sudden behavior. "Its okay, Patrick, just take a breath... calm down."
"Patrick... a question..." Danny asked. "What are those... mutant things?"
"We call them Crimson heads," Patrick said. "Because, well, they're crimson, and pretty damned mutated."
There was a moan from outside. Everyone fell silent.
"Oh, God," Patrick said. "Not now!"
Someone - or something, rather - was scratching the door.
'Please... just... go away...' Danny pleaded in his thoughts.
The scratching soon ceased. Footsteps were heard going past the house. Followed by silence.
"That was close," Galen sighed.
Just then, loud, abrubt banging against the closed window, the view from it being blocked by shutters, burst into noise, making all of them jump.
"Jesus Christ!" Patrick shouted.
Galen grabbed his shotgun. "Bring it on, ya son of a bitch!"
He went for the window. Realizing what would happen if Galen used it inside the house, Danny leap up and stopped him.
"What the hell are you doing?!" Galen fell, dropping the shotgun. Nina screamed, and Patrick stood up suddenly.
"Don't do it!" Danny shouted. "It'll screw us all!"
"Get off me!" Galen grabbed his shotgun, and whacked its butt onto Danny's forehead. The young farmer went limp without a sound.
"Danny!" Patrick shouted.
Getting up and gripping his shotgun, Galen made way for the window again. He pulled the shudders open to reveal Cody.
Galen's eyes widened. "Holy shit!"
Before he even raised his shotgun, Cody punched through the glass and grabbed Galen. Nina screamed and grabbed Galen, trying to pull him back into the house. The feeble old man yelled and dropped his shotgun. Patrick, sensing it was the only reasonable thing to do, grabbed the shotgun and ran to get a clear view of the window. Seeing Cody, he took aim at his head, and fired. Galen was dropped. He fell to the floor, causing Nina to fall backwards. Patrick quickly closed and locked the shudders together.
Danny groaned. "What... the hell... happened?"
Patrick, remembering Danny's injury, walked back over and helped him up. The shotgun butt had given Danny a small head wound.
Galen sighed, and sat down in a rocking chair. Nina sat on the floor, still dazed by the past incident.
"Just what the hell are we looking at?" Galen asked Patrick, as he was helping Danny get into a seat.
Patrick turned and faced him. "Well... don't take me wrong on this... or right, for that matter. We could very well be facing our end."
Their end...