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===Harvest Moon: Resident Evil===

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Chapter Thirteen: The Digging Site

Nina and Danny reached the Digging site. Seeing the underground site blocked off, Danny shouted to try to get their attention.

"Hey! Is anyone alive in there? We need safety!"

There wasn't a response for a few seconds. Then, suddenly, the rocks parted to reveal an opening door. Carter's face emerged into view.

"Quickly, now," he said. "We don't have much time."

Danny and Nina quickly ran in. Carter rearranged some of the rocks and closed the door, relocking it.

"So... whats up?" Danny asked.

"We were attacked by two zombies," Flora explained. "We got casualties..."

"Oh, dear," muttered Nina. "Look at that poor boy."

The digger recently having a zombie bite was starting to groan and sweat uncomftorably.

"Odd," said Carter. "He was just fine a moment ago."

The diggers watched as the bitten digger twitched and moaned. Then, he shuddered, and lay still.

Everyone was silent. "Is he dead?" asked a digger.

"He's passed away..." Carter said. Grabbing a blanket, he covered the digger with it.

Turning around, he said. "I think its around time for some drinks. Whos up for one?"

But nobody was up for one, as they were watching the blanket-covered corpse suddenly get up. The head moved around. He obviously thought he was blind.

Carter turned around. "Thank goodness! He's still alive!"

He reached to pull the blanket off of him.

"Carter, don't!" Danny shouted.

The blanket fell down, revealing the digger. His eyes were glazed over, his skin pale and rotting. He was panting in a strange way...

"What the-" Carter said in shock.

The digger instantly slashed Carter across the face with his grown nails. Carter fell, having three slashes across the face, screaming in agony.

"Somebody kill it!"

The zombie lunged at a group of diggers, raising its claws. He impaled one, while merely stabbing another.

"Help!" one of them shouted.

Danny grabbed a shovel. "Get back!" he shouted.

The zombie turned and looked at him.

"You want some of this?" Danny asked.

The zombie roared.

"Bring it on."

The zombie jumped at Danny, but was laid flat by a blow from the shovel.

Danny began whacking the zombie repeatingly, trying to stab it with the shovel tip, or just to beat its head until it dies. It eventually did, but it took a lot of beating. Danny finally whacked down on the head, and the zombie was no more.

Flora was helping Carter get up. The slashes on his face didn't bleed hard, but they sure did sting.

"Ah! Watch it!" he said.

Getting up, he dusted himself off. "What the hell was that?" he asked.

Danny stood. "That man... how did he get injured?"

"Zombie bite, I think," Flora said.

"Anyone with a zombie bite is garunteed to die," Danny said. "And turn into a zombie. We have to kill someone with a bite before they turn into one from now on, no matter who it is. Got it?"

Everyone nodded.

"We need some volenteers to go back out," he said. "Whos with me?"

"I'm coming along," Carter said. "Do you know where we can find some guns?"

"I have an idea," Danny said. "But I'm not sure. I've been there before for guns."

"I'm in, too," said a young digger.

"Count me in," Flora said. "Nina?"

"I'm afraid I'm too old for this to continue for me," Nina said. "I'm staying here. Just promise you will be back."

"Certainly," said Danny.

Carter unlocked the door, and they all went outside.

"Goodbye..." Carter said.

The door shut, and locked.