Disclaimer: Do I need to say it? I don't own anything 'cept da characters,
me and my video games. Yay video games!
A/N: Thanks for the reviews peoples! You are definitely right, this does sound like Resident Evil. Hm... oh well. All these "diseased zombies" movies and games pretty much have the same plot. There's always a small gang of people that have to escape a giant herd of mutated corpses and decaying undead creatures with worms crawling through their brains and blood oozing out of their sickening gashes... wowee. I do love violence! Yay violence! Okay, to get back on track, here's the next chapter.
Chapter 2: The Virus Spreads
That night Jerry had trouble going to sleep. The four-year old couldn't get comfortable and continued to toss and turn. His sister was sound asleep in her own little bed next to his. Jerry opened his eyes and stared up at the ceiling through the darkness.
His mother was more stressed and tired these days. She used to take him and his sister to the park with Grandpa to play and get some fresh air on Sundays. She'd buy them ice cream and then they'd feed the little fish bread crumbs in the park's pond. But now there seemed to be no time to have fun anymore.
He sighed and pulled the covers over his head to shut out the world. Turning over on his side, he once again tried to go to sleep. But a bang on the front door made him jump to his feet. He scrambled to his sister's bedside and began to shake her awake. She didn't budge. Monica was an extremely heavy sleeper like Kimberly.
"Moni! Moni, wake up!" he whispered and shook her harder.
She stirred in her sleep and her eyes fluttered open. "What?" she asked, rolling over to face Jerry.
"Did you hear the noise?" he asked her.
Another bang hit the door, louder this time. Monica sat upright in bed. "Now I heard it", she said fearfully.
"Come on, let's get Mama." Jerry took Monica's hand and pulled her out of their bedroom.
The two twins stumbled through the dark hall, listening to the pounding on the door, until they reached Kimberly's room. Jerry knocked on the door. "Mama?" There was no answer.
"Louder!" Monica said.
Jerry knocked a little louder this time. "Mama, can we come in?" Still no answer.
All of a sudden, the door took one more hit before flying off its hinges, creating an enormous amount of racket. The kids began pounding on their mother's bedroom door with all their might.
"MAMA!" they wailed.
Kimberly awoke with a start to the ruckus her children were making outside in the hallway. She yawned and climbed out of bed. She put on her house coat, tied it, slipped into her slippers and opened the door. Jerry and Monica thundered past her and jumped into her bed, shaking under the covers.
"What's wrong with you two?" she asked, taking a seat on the bed.
"Mama something's in the house!" came the muffled cry of Monica.
"What? Oh come on, stop--"
But Kimberly was interupted when she heard some crashes downstairs and vicious growls. She scooped up her children and tiptoed down to the living room. From there, she could see the open doorway. And through there, she saw smoke billowing from neighboring houses, people running for their lives and... Deadlings.
She started to panic, as did her twins. She hurried through another doorway at the back of the living room, which led to her father's bedroom. But her nightmares had come true. There was the old man, only he was almost completely torn apart, surrounded by three or four zombies.
Jerry and Monica started to cry, which caught the attention of the intruders. They bared their gross, uncared for teeth and, with outstretched arms, charged. Kimberly screamed and ran in the other direction. But she tripped on the broken front door before she could reach the exit.
She fell flat on her face and the twins were sent sprawling across the hall. Innocent little Monica was the closest to the ravenous pack. They hungrily dove upon her. Her screams alerted Kimberly.
"Dammit! Leave her alone!" she shouted angrily and picked up a rather large piece of wood that came with the door.
She jumped onto one of the zombies and shoved the splinter into its eye. She drove it in as deep as she could before she was knocked off the corpse by its comrades. She sat up, her usually well-kept blonde hair hanging in front of her eyes in a tangled mess.
"Mama!"
Kimberly turned her attention to her son, who was currently crawling away from the Deadlings as they advanced, their newest member, Monica, included.
She bolted towards him and grabbed him before the undead could lay a finger on him. She was out the doorway within a matter of seconds, but not before taking her car keys on the front table near the door.
Outside was total hell. Fires, crashed cars, electrical wires flailing on the ground, people screaming and trying to run, Deadlings causing chaos and death. It was horrible to watch. Kimberly looked over her shoulder and saw the Deadlings coming out of the house. Monica was in front of the pack.
That small spark of optimism, joy and innocence in her blue eyes had vanished. Instead, an icy cold emptiness replaced it. She was nothing but a husk, emotionless and without any free will. Only her appetite for the living kept her dead body walking, and right now, she had her sights set on her own family.
Kimberly tore her eyes away from the sight and struggled to open the car door. She set Jerry down in the passenger seat and climbed in after. The Deadlings broke into a run. Kimberly slammed the door shut and locked all four. The zombies crashed into the side of the car, beating it with their hands, unable to get inside. Kimberly started the car and squealed out of the drive way.
"Mama, where we going?" Jerry asked, still sniffling.
Kimberly sighed sadly as she drove past more death and destruction and more Deadlings and their half-eaten lunches rising from the ground. "I don't know honey, I really don't know", she answered.
There was a silent pause that lasted at least five minutes. Kimberly was only giving half of her attention to the road. The other half was focused on the fact that she lost her father and daughter in one day. She was so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn't see the stop sign, or the car speeding straight for her side of the car.
At the last minute, she finally saw it, but it was too late. The red vehicle crashed into her own and sent it flying end over end until it finally skidded to a stop thirty feet from its starting point. Both cars were trashed, one with a crushed hood and the other with broken windows, mirrors and dents galore.
Kimberly opened her eyes to see the world upside down. She realized the car had flipped over. She forced the door opened with great difficulty and pulled Jerry out of the wreckage. He was still breathing but had a huge scrape over his left eye and some minor cuts on his arms.
Kimberly looked around for a place to run to and saw a motorcycle lying on its side. It was still intact and looked safe enough to ride. Kimberly hurried over to it. She lifted it to its wheels and set Jerry on the back seat. There weren't any helmets and wasn't any time to look for some.
A couple of Deadlings had just spotted her and were heading her way. She jumped onto the bike and turned the keys. The engine spluttered and died down.
"Not now!" she said angrily, desperately trying to get the bike to start.
The Deadlings were getting closer and closer, eager to devour her and Jerry. Kimberly turned the keys one more time. The engine spluttered, roared loudly once and finally stayed on.
"Yes!" Kimberly cheered. She took off a split second before the zombies reached out to grab her and sped away.
She headed down a road surrounded by overgrown fields of grass. This was the street she took to go to the big mall for clothes and the like. She figured, no she hoped it would be safe for her to stay there, away from this nightmare.
A/N: All I ask from you is that you review.
A/N: Thanks for the reviews peoples! You are definitely right, this does sound like Resident Evil. Hm... oh well. All these "diseased zombies" movies and games pretty much have the same plot. There's always a small gang of people that have to escape a giant herd of mutated corpses and decaying undead creatures with worms crawling through their brains and blood oozing out of their sickening gashes... wowee. I do love violence! Yay violence! Okay, to get back on track, here's the next chapter.
Chapter 2: The Virus Spreads
That night Jerry had trouble going to sleep. The four-year old couldn't get comfortable and continued to toss and turn. His sister was sound asleep in her own little bed next to his. Jerry opened his eyes and stared up at the ceiling through the darkness.
His mother was more stressed and tired these days. She used to take him and his sister to the park with Grandpa to play and get some fresh air on Sundays. She'd buy them ice cream and then they'd feed the little fish bread crumbs in the park's pond. But now there seemed to be no time to have fun anymore.
He sighed and pulled the covers over his head to shut out the world. Turning over on his side, he once again tried to go to sleep. But a bang on the front door made him jump to his feet. He scrambled to his sister's bedside and began to shake her awake. She didn't budge. Monica was an extremely heavy sleeper like Kimberly.
"Moni! Moni, wake up!" he whispered and shook her harder.
She stirred in her sleep and her eyes fluttered open. "What?" she asked, rolling over to face Jerry.
"Did you hear the noise?" he asked her.
Another bang hit the door, louder this time. Monica sat upright in bed. "Now I heard it", she said fearfully.
"Come on, let's get Mama." Jerry took Monica's hand and pulled her out of their bedroom.
The two twins stumbled through the dark hall, listening to the pounding on the door, until they reached Kimberly's room. Jerry knocked on the door. "Mama?" There was no answer.
"Louder!" Monica said.
Jerry knocked a little louder this time. "Mama, can we come in?" Still no answer.
All of a sudden, the door took one more hit before flying off its hinges, creating an enormous amount of racket. The kids began pounding on their mother's bedroom door with all their might.
"MAMA!" they wailed.
Kimberly awoke with a start to the ruckus her children were making outside in the hallway. She yawned and climbed out of bed. She put on her house coat, tied it, slipped into her slippers and opened the door. Jerry and Monica thundered past her and jumped into her bed, shaking under the covers.
"What's wrong with you two?" she asked, taking a seat on the bed.
"Mama something's in the house!" came the muffled cry of Monica.
"What? Oh come on, stop--"
But Kimberly was interupted when she heard some crashes downstairs and vicious growls. She scooped up her children and tiptoed down to the living room. From there, she could see the open doorway. And through there, she saw smoke billowing from neighboring houses, people running for their lives and... Deadlings.
She started to panic, as did her twins. She hurried through another doorway at the back of the living room, which led to her father's bedroom. But her nightmares had come true. There was the old man, only he was almost completely torn apart, surrounded by three or four zombies.
Jerry and Monica started to cry, which caught the attention of the intruders. They bared their gross, uncared for teeth and, with outstretched arms, charged. Kimberly screamed and ran in the other direction. But she tripped on the broken front door before she could reach the exit.
She fell flat on her face and the twins were sent sprawling across the hall. Innocent little Monica was the closest to the ravenous pack. They hungrily dove upon her. Her screams alerted Kimberly.
"Dammit! Leave her alone!" she shouted angrily and picked up a rather large piece of wood that came with the door.
She jumped onto one of the zombies and shoved the splinter into its eye. She drove it in as deep as she could before she was knocked off the corpse by its comrades. She sat up, her usually well-kept blonde hair hanging in front of her eyes in a tangled mess.
"Mama!"
Kimberly turned her attention to her son, who was currently crawling away from the Deadlings as they advanced, their newest member, Monica, included.
She bolted towards him and grabbed him before the undead could lay a finger on him. She was out the doorway within a matter of seconds, but not before taking her car keys on the front table near the door.
Outside was total hell. Fires, crashed cars, electrical wires flailing on the ground, people screaming and trying to run, Deadlings causing chaos and death. It was horrible to watch. Kimberly looked over her shoulder and saw the Deadlings coming out of the house. Monica was in front of the pack.
That small spark of optimism, joy and innocence in her blue eyes had vanished. Instead, an icy cold emptiness replaced it. She was nothing but a husk, emotionless and without any free will. Only her appetite for the living kept her dead body walking, and right now, she had her sights set on her own family.
Kimberly tore her eyes away from the sight and struggled to open the car door. She set Jerry down in the passenger seat and climbed in after. The Deadlings broke into a run. Kimberly slammed the door shut and locked all four. The zombies crashed into the side of the car, beating it with their hands, unable to get inside. Kimberly started the car and squealed out of the drive way.
"Mama, where we going?" Jerry asked, still sniffling.
Kimberly sighed sadly as she drove past more death and destruction and more Deadlings and their half-eaten lunches rising from the ground. "I don't know honey, I really don't know", she answered.
There was a silent pause that lasted at least five minutes. Kimberly was only giving half of her attention to the road. The other half was focused on the fact that she lost her father and daughter in one day. She was so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn't see the stop sign, or the car speeding straight for her side of the car.
At the last minute, she finally saw it, but it was too late. The red vehicle crashed into her own and sent it flying end over end until it finally skidded to a stop thirty feet from its starting point. Both cars were trashed, one with a crushed hood and the other with broken windows, mirrors and dents galore.
Kimberly opened her eyes to see the world upside down. She realized the car had flipped over. She forced the door opened with great difficulty and pulled Jerry out of the wreckage. He was still breathing but had a huge scrape over his left eye and some minor cuts on his arms.
Kimberly looked around for a place to run to and saw a motorcycle lying on its side. It was still intact and looked safe enough to ride. Kimberly hurried over to it. She lifted it to its wheels and set Jerry on the back seat. There weren't any helmets and wasn't any time to look for some.
A couple of Deadlings had just spotted her and were heading her way. She jumped onto the bike and turned the keys. The engine spluttered and died down.
"Not now!" she said angrily, desperately trying to get the bike to start.
The Deadlings were getting closer and closer, eager to devour her and Jerry. Kimberly turned the keys one more time. The engine spluttered, roared loudly once and finally stayed on.
"Yes!" Kimberly cheered. She took off a split second before the zombies reached out to grab her and sped away.
She headed down a road surrounded by overgrown fields of grass. This was the street she took to go to the big mall for clothes and the like. She figured, no she hoped it would be safe for her to stay there, away from this nightmare.
A/N: All I ask from you is that you review.