Iiiiiiiiiiiiit's baaaaaaaaaaaaack…Yes the return of my ever-popular Resident evil Fic, with some more zombie explosion goodness.
Disclaimer: Till say on't day wn oay esident ray vil eay
AN: If anyone noticed I had Nick trade his M16 to Sammy in exchange for his rocket launcher, explaining the sniping sequence, just thought I'd add that.
The quartet trudged through the dark sewers, with the only light being from emergency flares held by our heroes. "So…why are we taking the sewers again?" Nick complained, as they walked on the cement walkway lining the sewer, saving them the horror of walking through raw sewage, though the smell wasn't too pleasant. "Because we're less likely to encounter any zombies down here," Alice answered as a small scurrying could be heard on the opposite walkway, about twenty feet behind the group. Nick then leveled his rocket launcher and blasted the entire roof of the sewer behind them, causing it to collapse. The body of a small rat could be seen just barely jutting out from beneath the rubble. "Why the HELL did you do THAT!!!" Alice shouted at the pyromaniac. "It might have been a zombie rat," Nick said in his defense. "Do you really think that was necessary for a zombie rat?" John asked his friend with a sigh at what the answer might be. Nick stood there for several moments, in deep contemplation, until at last "Yeah, it was," Nick said. Then Alice fell over backwards in a comatose state, Sammy slapped his forehead, and John just stood there shaking his head with a faint smile on his face.
After several hours of traveling through the sewers, three more incidents involving an explosion, and one bit involving a crest searching puzzle. They finally arrived at the military base. "Wait, can someone tell me why the hell we had to find some weird magenta crest and an opaque medallion to get past a door shaped like a lion's head again?" Sammy asked with a little bit of confusion, wait who am I fooling, a lot of confusion. "Patented Raccoon City security system," Alice answered as John began to open a valve sealed door. "Who the F?!$ would think of something so F?!$ing stupid?" Sammy asked again. "Dude, I don't know, but just let it alone, 'k man?" Nick said to his friend, patting him on the shoulder. "Doors open, let's hit it guys," John said to his friends as he drew his sword and entered the doorway.
"Well seems quiet enough," John said as he exited into the waning moonlight. "Yeah, quiet as the dead," Nick snickered. "Nick, we're in a city filled with the undead, all of which are hankerin' for a little brain tartar, the last thing we need are bad zombie puns, okay," Alice said, turning to face Nick. They walked onward and found themselves on the main training ground, but all was not silent. "Great...zombies carrying machine guns," Sammy said. Gunshots are heard and the group dashes for cover, Alice and John behind an overturned jeep and Nick and Sammy behind a waist-high concrete wall. "Since when were those things smart enough to do that?!" John shouted as a few more rounds went off. "Got me!" Sammy said as more bullets whizzed only inches above his head. "Nick…mortar time," John said, and Nick retrieved his grenade launcher from its holster on his back and aimed it at the proper angle according to wind-speed, direction, and humidity. He fired and the grenade landed right at the zombie's feet, blowing it into several thousand chunks of rotisserie, undeadhuman flesh. "Dang…I may give you shit man, but you've got aim!" Sammy said slapping Nick on the back. "I think I see a hangar over there, maybe we could find something to get us out of this hell hole," Alice said, and the group ran off into the night.
Will they find an escape? Will they survive? Will Nick ever find a woman as in love with explosions as him?
Nick: If I'm lucky enough to have been stuck with a benevolent author…
Tune in next time for
TALES OF THE DAMNED.
Good night, and merry whatever.
M. Watevere: You rang?