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===Harvest Moon: Resident Evil===
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Chapter Fourteen: Vesta
Carter looked about: Well, we might as well get this over with. Where do we start?"
"Come on... we have to get Gustafa's house, there might be guns there." Danny muttered.
They walked down the trail, and reached Vesta's ruined crop field fence. Danny looked into it, and thought of Vesta, Marlin, and Celia... and how he could have protected Celia from her death...
"You okay?" said the young Digger.
"Huh? Oh... yeah... I'm fine."
"My name's Zack. Are you the one who runs the farm up the hill?"
Danny nodded.
As they approached the bridge, they stopped when they heard the roar.
"Who's there?" Carter yelled.
A distance away, Kassey suddenly stood into view. His freakish face was covered in blood.
"Oh God," Flora said.
"Quickly," Danny said. "To Gustafa's house!"
They quickly ran for the small house. Kassey watched them silently, staring with unblinking eyes.
As they slammed the door and locked it, Kassey stared at the window. He looked as though he were to charge, but stood where he was. He turned his head to see the Crimson Head Vesta walk over to him. Looking questionably at Kassey, Vesta nodded her head carelessly at Galen's mangled body. Kassey stared at her for a second, then they both began to feast.
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Danny listened at the door, pressing his ear to it. He didn't dare open a window curtian. "It sounds like they don't care."
"Good," Flora said. "I can't bear to see those freaks again."
"Where are these guns?" Carter asked, looking around.
Zack sat down on a blanket-covered seat. "Where do we start looking, then?"
Danny looked at the seat he was sitting on... it looked like it was a big block of wood...
Then it hit him.
"Zack, stand up," he said suddenly. "You're sitting on a chest!"
As Zack stood, Danny ripped the chest open.
"There we are, boys," he grinned triumphantly.
Shotguns. At least three of them. With plenty of ammunition.
"Looks like there are only three of 'em..." Carter said. "Flora? You don't mind?"
"Not at all," Flora shurgged. "Never been fond of these guns."
"Theres too much ammo for us to carry," Zack said. "We'll use this place as an ammunition stand and come back whenever we need some."
"Good plan," Danny said.
Carter loaded his shotgun, and placed shell cartridages into his pockets. Adjusting his glasses, he put the shotgun's front onto his shoulder, while holding the handle with his hand.
"So," he said. "Are we ready for this?"
Zack loaded his shotgun. "Lets kick some zombie ass."
Flora sighed.
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Wally was back upstairs again. He relaxed in the bed. The dinner Chris cooked was excellent. One of the best, actually.
'This whole zombie thing will blow over,' he muttered. 'It'll be fine... how bad could it get?'
He was about to go into sleep, when he realized that neither Chris or Hugh had come upstairs for bed. Getting up, he stretched.
And thats when he heard the clattering. Something, a plate no doubt, had fallen.
Wally made a confused face, then began to step downstairs.
"Chris? Did something break?"
He stepped downstairs, then froze in terror.
The kitchen was a wreck. Blood was trailed around the turned table, and there was food scattered alongside the floor and wall. Wally stepped into the kitchen. What the hell happened? And how didn't he hear it?
He stopped when heard something break under his foot. He lifted his foot to see Chris' glasses on the floor. Picking them up, he observed them. There were spots of blood on the spectacles.
Wally began to breathe deeply and rapidly. Dropping the glasses, he slowly walked over to the chimney fireplace. The wooden logs were covered with blood. Putting his head under, he slowly looked up.
The chimney inside was rather dark. He couldn't see. He was about to get a flashlight, when something wet dripped onto his face. Blinking, he took his head out, and felt the liquid. Looking his hand, he saw it was blood.
He grabbed the flashlight atop the refridgerator, and place his head back under the chimney fireplace. Turning it on, he pointed it upwards, and recoiled in terror and disgust.
Corpses. It was the bodies of Chris and Hugh. Their eyes were glassy and dull, but they seemed live staring at Wally. They were covered in blood and wounds. Behind them, the blockage was clearly torn right out.
Wally stuttered and twitched. He couldn't speak, or even scream. Taking his head back out again, he turned to go back upstairs, when he bumped into Vesta.
Wally even didn't have time for a scream...
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Chapter Fourteen: Vesta
Carter looked about: Well, we might as well get this over with. Where do we start?"
"Come on... we have to get Gustafa's house, there might be guns there." Danny muttered.
They walked down the trail, and reached Vesta's ruined crop field fence. Danny looked into it, and thought of Vesta, Marlin, and Celia... and how he could have protected Celia from her death...
"You okay?" said the young Digger.
"Huh? Oh... yeah... I'm fine."
"My name's Zack. Are you the one who runs the farm up the hill?"
Danny nodded.
As they approached the bridge, they stopped when they heard the roar.
"Who's there?" Carter yelled.
A distance away, Kassey suddenly stood into view. His freakish face was covered in blood.
"Oh God," Flora said.
"Quickly," Danny said. "To Gustafa's house!"
They quickly ran for the small house. Kassey watched them silently, staring with unblinking eyes.
As they slammed the door and locked it, Kassey stared at the window. He looked as though he were to charge, but stood where he was. He turned his head to see the Crimson Head Vesta walk over to him. Looking questionably at Kassey, Vesta nodded her head carelessly at Galen's mangled body. Kassey stared at her for a second, then they both began to feast.
---
Danny listened at the door, pressing his ear to it. He didn't dare open a window curtian. "It sounds like they don't care."
"Good," Flora said. "I can't bear to see those freaks again."
"Where are these guns?" Carter asked, looking around.
Zack sat down on a blanket-covered seat. "Where do we start looking, then?"
Danny looked at the seat he was sitting on... it looked like it was a big block of wood...
Then it hit him.
"Zack, stand up," he said suddenly. "You're sitting on a chest!"
As Zack stood, Danny ripped the chest open.
"There we are, boys," he grinned triumphantly.
Shotguns. At least three of them. With plenty of ammunition.
"Looks like there are only three of 'em..." Carter said. "Flora? You don't mind?"
"Not at all," Flora shurgged. "Never been fond of these guns."
"Theres too much ammo for us to carry," Zack said. "We'll use this place as an ammunition stand and come back whenever we need some."
"Good plan," Danny said.
Carter loaded his shotgun, and placed shell cartridages into his pockets. Adjusting his glasses, he put the shotgun's front onto his shoulder, while holding the handle with his hand.
"So," he said. "Are we ready for this?"
Zack loaded his shotgun. "Lets kick some zombie ass."
Flora sighed.
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Wally was back upstairs again. He relaxed in the bed. The dinner Chris cooked was excellent. One of the best, actually.
'This whole zombie thing will blow over,' he muttered. 'It'll be fine... how bad could it get?'
He was about to go into sleep, when he realized that neither Chris or Hugh had come upstairs for bed. Getting up, he stretched.
And thats when he heard the clattering. Something, a plate no doubt, had fallen.
Wally made a confused face, then began to step downstairs.
"Chris? Did something break?"
He stepped downstairs, then froze in terror.
The kitchen was a wreck. Blood was trailed around the turned table, and there was food scattered alongside the floor and wall. Wally stepped into the kitchen. What the hell happened? And how didn't he hear it?
He stopped when heard something break under his foot. He lifted his foot to see Chris' glasses on the floor. Picking them up, he observed them. There were spots of blood on the spectacles.
Wally began to breathe deeply and rapidly. Dropping the glasses, he slowly walked over to the chimney fireplace. The wooden logs were covered with blood. Putting his head under, he slowly looked up.
The chimney inside was rather dark. He couldn't see. He was about to get a flashlight, when something wet dripped onto his face. Blinking, he took his head out, and felt the liquid. Looking his hand, he saw it was blood.
He grabbed the flashlight atop the refridgerator, and place his head back under the chimney fireplace. Turning it on, he pointed it upwards, and recoiled in terror and disgust.
Corpses. It was the bodies of Chris and Hugh. Their eyes were glassy and dull, but they seemed live staring at Wally. They were covered in blood and wounds. Behind them, the blockage was clearly torn right out.
Wally stuttered and twitched. He couldn't speak, or even scream. Taking his head back out again, he turned to go back upstairs, when he bumped into Vesta.
Wally even didn't have time for a scream...