Chapter 2...
Warnings: Same.
"Well, that was certainly unexpected..." Dr. Hamilton said, grabbing his new wound that he received from the child's bite.
"Kid bit hard. I don't understand, he was dead, I checked him, and even if he wasn't, there was no way he could attack me with his body in that sort of condition. Something is really wrong with these people."
"And speaking of, Doctor, some more of them are coming our way. I don't have nearly enough bullets for this, we have to run. Is your leg good enough so that you can move?"
"Yeah, he hardly scratched the skin."
"Good, then lets get back to Bob." The security guard helped Dr. Hamilton off the ground then ran to where Bob was now laying.
"Bob! Get up Bob, we need to get away from here." The man screamed as he shook his companion's shoulder.
"Let me see him." Dr. Hamilton felt for a pulse, nothing, he was dead.
"He's dead, but you better watch it, what if I'm wrong again?"
"If he does come back, then I'll kill him."
"We should just leave, we don't have that kind of time right now."
The doctor pulled at the taller man's shoulder making him leave his friend's corpse, just before it was to get back up.
"We had a couple of cases filling the emergency rooms for the last week that looked like what your friend had. Bites that were infected, but the infection seemed to be some kind of new breed that was immune to any of the antibiotics that the hospital had, so we were forced to send them home, hoping that the medicine we could give them would eventually work." The doctor explained as they entered his car that was parked outside of his apartment building.
"Are you saying that the bites are what caused that kid to come back?"
"It's just a hunch. This sort of thing is so fantastic, that it is almost beyond any other explanation.
"Well, if that is the case, I'm ready to fight for the chance to avenge Bob."
"What is your name anyway, I should know who it is that saved my life."
"Mark, Doctor."
"Please, call me George, doctor is so haunting."
The two shared a slight smile, but then were forced into a rush of fear as the figures of two people appeared out of the darkness, in front of the car, causing them to swerve off the road, and into a nearby gas station, luckily missing the pumps. For minutes everything was silent, but then movement was seen and heard as the two crawled out of the mesh of metal. Before they could gain full composure, they each heard a click over their heads.
"Don't move, buddy!"
"Please, we haven't turned."
The guns were lowered and the two men looked up at two other men, one in what looked like a cop's uniform, and the other in some sort of tan jumpsuit, both dirty and ready to fire at anything that posed a threat.
"Are any of you bit?"
"What?"
"Are any of you bit?"
"I am, why?"
"Here, take this!"
The cop threw a piece of brown paper down at George, who soon opened it up, to find some sort of green powder in it.
"Rub it on the bite mark, or else you will turn into one of them."
"Where'd you get this?"
"Found it in a med-kit, the directions said to rub on infected or germy areas to kill all foreign bodies."
"How do you know it works?"
"Because I was bit last night by one of those things. I tried it, and the infection seems to have stopped."
"Good to know I suppose. Can I see that med-kit?"
"Catch!"
George looked at it and before opening it, saw the Umbrella logo printed on the cubed case, on each side.
"If it is Umbrella, then it has to work." George then gave the kit back to the cop and rubbed the powder on his wound, feeling an intense stinging sensation as it touched his opened flesh.
"Great, now get up, that crash is sure to bring some hungry visitors." The man in front of Mark now spoke. He had greasy hair that was pulled back into a small ponytail, and judging by the tools hanging off his hip, and the simmered smell of stink on him, he had to be a plumber, but then again, what did he know about him?
"I'm Mark, and this is George."
"Kevin."
"David."
"Now that we know each other lets move, they are coming. Do you each have weapons?"
"I have my nine-millimeter."
"I don't, I'm afraid."
"Here, take this, I already have a gun."
Kevin handed George a nine-millimeter that was attached to the side of his leg. George looked at the black piece of metal, and pushed the safety off. The four made there way down the street, and according to Kevin's plans, were going to try and get to the city limits and make a mad dash out of the demolished metropolis. As they ran, a few streets over, the well-known newswoman, Alyssa Ashcroft, and her camera man, Austin Raws, were caught in a corner of a alleyway, backs against a fence and fronts faced against a group of six or seven infected people, some within ten feet.
"Austin, you ass, you had to choose the strange mauling cases in front of The Apple Inn, instead of the one in the park, didn't you."
"Well, you said for me to pick one, so I did."
"Yeah, but why this one?"
"It just called to me."
"Great, glad to hear it, now thanks to you, I'm going to get ripped to shreds."
"I only have one bullet left! What are we gonna do?"
Alyssa looked behind her at a pile of plastic boxes that laid sprawled across the base of the fence, and behind one, she could see a hole that was being covered. She quickly picked the box up and threw it at the creatures that were now five feet away. She bent down and crawled through in a hurry. Sounds of cloth could be heard getting ripped apart, she figured it was just her suit, but when she got up, she saw that it was the creatures attacking Austin's vest, clawing their way to his warm flesh.
"Austin, quick! Crawl through!"
"ALYSSA! IT'S TOO SMALL, THEIR ALL AROUND ME! TAKE THE GUN, AND RUN!"
"No, you stupid bastard, please, no! You can't leave me alone!"
Alyssa watched through semi-teary eyes as Austin was torn to bits. He managed to drop the gun halfway through the hole in the gate, and once his screams ended in the sound of teeth chewing on flesh, hands ripping meat off the bone, and the satisfied moans of the devils that were eating mercilessly away at her only hope for survival. Alyssa fell to her knees as they continued on with their meal on the other side of the fence, and after grabbing the gun, she let out a small, whimpering cry that was drowned out by the fiends not two feet away from her.
She got up and checked the gun, making sure there really was only one bullet left, and unfortunately, there was. She then wiped the single tear that had fallen off her face with her dusty sleeve and thought about it. She had never shed a tear for anyone before, not even as a child, Austin was her first. She couldn't think about it, she moved from the alleyway and into the dimly lit street in front of her, knowing that most likely, she'd use that final bullet on herself, not wanting to feel fingers rip through her body. For some reason, the street she walked on was completely free from the monsters. "Lucky," she said, continuing down to the nearest corner, walking on the balls of her feet to lighten the noise of her heeled clicks against the blood filled sidewalks. Once she reached the corner, she noticed that the stoplight was stuck on red, maybe it was trying to tell her something. She laughed it off trying to lighten her mood, but she was soon stopped when she came across a woman that was approaching her, very slowly, but surly coming straight at her. The woman pulled a arm up that looked to be covered in blood in Alyssa's direction and then she uttered the word, "Help."
Alyssa stood for a second, not knowing that they could speak , but then she decided that the woman was still alive, somehow. She ran up to her and noticed that underneath the waist-long blonde hair, dyed red from blood that exited her body from all over, she was still breathing, slightly, but still...
"Miss, Miss, please answer me! I'd ask if you were alright, but..."
"Dead, all dead. I killed them, I had to."
"Who, who did you kill?"
"Everyone, I had to, she bit me."
"She? Who is she?"
"My mother. She came at me. She was sick for the longest time, and then she just sat up and bit my arm."
"You mentioned the word "them," who else did you kill?"
"Sister, brother, my daughter, even the damned dog tried to get me."
"How did you do it, kill them all I mean."
"What would you do if all they wanted to do was eat you and you saw your father's shotgun on top of the china cabinet?"
"Do you think you'll make it?"
"This all isn't my blood, I was only bit once, the rest is their blood."
"Then, come on, get up before more come!"
"No, I can't live knowing what I've done!" The woman sat up and pulled out two boxes of shotgun shells from a fanny-pack strapped to her hip, and then gave Alyssa her shotgun that laid next to her.
"Please, shoot me, end my life."
"No, I can't. You are being retarded."
"Please, for God's sake shoot me, I refuse to live this horror any longer, and besides, I'm dead already, I've been bitten. Once your bit, or even scratched by them, you soon turn into one yourself. If you were to shoot me now, I'd be free to go to Heaven, and not wander this Hell for all of eternity."
"How do you know that the bites and scratches are what turn the victims?"
"Because, my mother bit my daughters throat as she slept, before I could get to her, I was so scared, I didn't know what to do until it was too late, I'm so sorry. I could have saved the others, but I hid in the towel closet, and watched them die. I'm not human, I'm no better than those creatures. Now kill me, you half-rate news reporter." The woman and Alyssa shared a smile at her comment that was obviously a crack at the wound-free woman.
"Please, reconsider."
"No, I can't stay here."
"Fine. I'm sorry."
Alyssa used her last bullet in her handgun on the woman, after she got her name, Sarah Williams. She placed the gun in her suit pocket incase she were to find more ammo for it later, and with the new hope in the form of a fully loaded shotgun and two boxes of shells, she continued her way down the road, the way she was going before meeting Sarah.