Well here's the next chapter of Survivors, I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil, Time Crisis, Bruce Campbell, Chevrolet, or Jolt Cola as all of them belong to their respective companies, creators, and/or selves. Besides if I did, do you honestly think I'd be doing this, especially for free?
A/N: the Hello Motel is from Motel Hell. I just thought you'd like to know.
The quartet had left Tony's half an hour ago but had so far failed to find any signs of life, or rather unlife. "Where exactly is the police station anyways?" John asked the brown-haired beauty. "It should be about twenty blocks from here, if we play our cards right, we might avoid confrontation," Alice replied, taking a step up a fire escape. "She don't know me very well, do she?" Nick thought to himself, the little maniac. John followed her up the fire escape, admiring the...view so to say, with Sammy and Nick picking up the rear.
After reaching the top of the building they noticed the moans from the city streets below and saw the undead hordes. "What is that RANK ass stench?" Sammy said pinching his nose in nausea and disgust. "Rotting corpses walking around, now shut up before we draw their attention," Alice frantically whispered gestering to Sammy to be quiet. "Hey! Dead dudes! You can't get me! Na-na-na-na-naaa-naa!" Nick shouted down at the zombies, well making crude faces and gestures. John then smacked Nick on the back of the head. "What did she say!?" John whispered angrily while Nick rubbed the lump forming on the back of his head.
Just then a groaning sigh could be heard from behind the group. As they turned they saw a skinless creature, with brain exposed, licking it's lips, at least if it had lips, with a long, pointed, frog-like tongue...it was the aptly named Licker. "Crap!" Sammy shouted and ducked as the creature leapt at him. "Eat this brain boy," John said calmly as he stood directly behind Sammy, shooting the Licker in the face with both barrels of his shotgun, causing its head to explode and splatter the area with gore, leaving the quartet miraculously clear of debri. "Wow...you sure know how to handle a gun," Alice said with a slight swoon. "All those years down at the arcade playing Time Crisis. Who said Video games only rot your brain?" John said after reloading his shotgun and flipping it into the sheath ala Bruce Campbell. "Showoff," Nick huffed in jealousy, he wanted to be the first to splatter some zombie brains.
They continued on, no worse for wear with the exception of Sammy who was now constantly shaking, nothing more than a little shell shock since he's opted not to have sleep for the last few days, he's a slight Jolt cola addict, and the whole being attacked by an undead monster thing. After some more trekking from rooftop to rooftop, they reached a spot where they would have to go to street level. They reached the street and moved silently through the side alleys until they were cornered into a main street with several dozen zombies wandering around. At this, Nick took it as an opportune moment for some target practice. Gripping his grenade launcher Nick opened fire on an overturned gas-truck, causing a large enough explosion to vaporize most of the zombies and knock him flat on his ass. "Don't you think that was a little 'excessive'?" John asked, glaring at his friend. After standing up and thinking for several moments "No," Nick replied with a smirk. "We have no time for this, lets get going," Alice said, looking at the street, caked with charred human remains.
Before they could exit the vicinity, a mysterious seven-foot tall bald man with an oddly gray complexion entered their sight after exiting one of the numerous side alleys. "Who the fuck is that?" Nick asked looking at the mystery man. "I don't know," Alice said, fear on her voice, she had a very bad feeling. "Hey mister, am I glad to see another surgagh," Sammy said running up to the newcomer before being lifted off the ground by the gray man's massive hand cluthing his trachea. "Sammy!" John shouted, drawing out one of his Desert Eagles. "Let go of my friend, now!" John said in a low tone, rage building in him rather than fear, 'That motherfucker was hurting Sammy!' passed though his mind 'that ain't going to fly'. The creature turned its head to face John, and then squeezed tighter, Sammy's eyes began to bulge and his face turned red, then purple. John shot the creature in the shoulder, causing enough of an impact for it to lose its grip, and Sammy managed to gather enough strength to run over twenty yards away from the creature, and hid behind his friends. "Fire in the hole, baby!" Nick shouted launching a grenade right at the creature's mouth, with a twisted grin on his own face. "Yeah, baby...yeah!" Nick shouted with glee. However, his jubilation was premature, as the creature exited the flames, with barely a scorch mark on its trench coat. "Well...we are now officially screwed," Alice said as the creature drew closer, step...by...step. "No one hurts my friends! Die you sick bastard!!!" John screamed, charging the creature with his massive sword. John managed to connect with the blade, which stuck halfway into the creature's torso, right at the heart, however the creature seemed to only become mildly agitated and knocked John away with a swipe of one of its massice fists and pulled the blade from its body and threw it towards one of the burning wrecks, as if tossing aside a used tissue. Johnny in disbelief managed to pull out a Desert Eagle and shoot the creature square between the eyes, only then did it stop.
John got up and walked over to grab his blade and returned to his friends, glutching his sword in his left hand and holding his left shoulder with his free hand. "John! That was completely insane! Are you okay?!" Alice asked with distress, running towards John in order to assess the wound. "I just whacked my shoulder, I'll be fine in a few minutes," John replied as Alice saw the discolored patch of flesh near his shoulder, it didn't look serious at all, just a bad bruise. "What the hell was that thing!?!?!" Nick said in near hysteria, staring at the body, in disbelief anything could survive a direct hit from his grenade launcher. "I saw on the thing's coat, right above the breast pocket...its called Tyrant," John replied sitting down next to an old mangled Chevy trying to catch his breath while Alice apllied a green herb to his shoulder to help it heal faster. "You mean was. That was awesome man! You saved my ass back there! I owe you one!" Sammy shouted, not convulsing from fear and shell shock for the first time in nearly fifteen minutes due to the excitement caused by his friend's heroism. "Let's get out of here, we still have some ground to cover. And by the way Sammy...you owe me two," John said with a slight smile and picked himself up, showing no signs of any damage.
Several minutes after the group had walked off and the flames from the explosions and died down, the Tyrant lay there motionless showing no signs of life...until a slight twitch of its fingers.
Exciting if I do say so myself, tell me what you think people. All thoughts and comments are welcomed.