Harvest Moon: Resident Evil

Chapter Twenty Three: Patrick's Fall

As Danny and Patrick entered the labs, they found themselves in some trouble. All the dead bodies in the lab had risen.

"HELL no!" yelled Patrick. "Where's the key?"

Danny spotted it on the third long table. He pointed at it.

"There!"

"Well, how do we get to them?"

"By shooting the shit out of them!"

They raised their guns and fired. Heads burst and blood showered. It seemed to go on like this forever.

"There are too many!" screamed Patrick after a moment. "And I'm running out of revolver ammo!"

They hadn't taken a step into the lab. How in the hell were they to get that key?

"I have an idea! Stay here, Patrick!"

Before Patrick could respond, he charged. He pushed zombies out of the way until he was at that table. He swiped the key from the tabletop, and laughed in triumph.

"Hah! How do you like dem apples?" he taunted.

"Help!" Patrick yelled. A gunshot followed.

As Danny strained to look, he heard another.

"What's goin' down?"

"Me, in a second! I'm all out!" shrieked Patrick. Danny could see zombies crowding the doorway.

There was a loud chomp. Patrick screamed. Danny knew that he had been bitten.

Soon, he would be the only one remaining...

Quickly, he raised his gun and fired as much as he could, until he ran out of bullets. He rummaged his pockets for more, but he realized he was out.

Some of the zombies had turned around to chase Danny. He quickly ran down the table rows and turned to head for the doorway. He plowed himself through the crowd of zombies. Surprisingly, he wasn't bitten.

Patrick had been bitten in the arm. He held a hand over his wound.

"Hot damn, man," he panted. "I'm fucked."

"Shut up!" Danny said. "There has to be a cure!"

He kicked the door shut, and bolted it. He could hear it being pounded upon by the zombie fists.

"Leave me here, man," Patrick moaned. Already he felt pain coursing through his body like venom. It wouldn't be long until he was one of them.

"No!" Danny repeated. "I can't leave you, man."

Patrick uncovered his arm. "Look at this, man. You know what happens when someone is bitten. You have to shoot me in the head."

Danny was shocked. "Shoot you?"

"Yes," Patrick said, clenching his teeth. "I don't want to risk becoming one of them and endangering you. There's no cure around here, and we can't go get one. You have to shoot me in the head."

"With what?" Seth shouted.

Patrick pointed at the ground.

There was a dead body that had already been shot in the head. There was a revolver next to the limp form.

"I thought you said-"

"If only I had noticed it sooner," Patrick grumbled. "But now it is too late... take that gun with you afterwards."

Danny reluctantly walked over to the revolver.

"Hurry, Dan!" Patrick said loudly. "That door will not hold for long. I do not want to be devoured by those undead sons of bitches, now shoot me, god damn it!"

Danny picked up the revolver, and walked back over to Patrick's limp form. His skin was turning pale. He slowly armed it.

"It was a good run, Dan," Patrick said slowly.

Danny pointed the revolver against Patrick's head. His eyes closed, and tears rolled down his cheeks. He mourned for what he was about to do.

Slowly, he pulled the trigger.