Disclaimer again, I do not own Hunk or Capcom or Resident Evil or anything ever. I own Naomi though so don't touch her or me will eat you! Graaaah!!
Here's chapter 4 at last. Erm notes.....errrmm......huum none this time. Straight forward chapter for once in my life!
I dedicate this chapter tooooooooooooooooooooooo JOHN PAUL for finally starting to read my fic (I'm gonna be waiting for your review man!) and toooo ALL MY MATES cos I luv u so much guys! La la la and if ure reading this fic, that means ure my mate so its dedicated to you as well ^____^
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We've been running around for a couple of hours now. Just great isn't it, Hunk told me that the pick up point is on the other side of town. With all the road blocks and fires it's going to take us a while. And we still haven't stopped to take a rest yet! Well, thinking about it, there hasn't been anywhere suitable really. The moment we got out of my apartment building, this massive group of zombies tried to eat us. We had to run down this creepy alleyway to avoid them. But at the end of the alleyway there was this Hunter snacking on a dead dog. Eugh. Hunk dealt with it, he said we were lucky it was occupied. Their skin acts as camouflage in dark places, like alleyways whoo hooo lucky us. I don't think we would have seen it if it hadn't been having its lunch. Hunk said we could have been dead in seconds, and I believe him! The further we go into the city, the more dangerous its getting. We're coming across a lot more zombies now, they're easy enough to avoid but I'm worried about the other things…Ok so I've seen two kinds now, Hunters and Bander…..something, freak with big arm. I wonder how many other monsters are out there? Hunk mentioned giant spiders…damn I hope he's joking…Hunks stopped, we've come to another main road. He looks tired, worn out, hell I bet I do too, I certainly feel like it. Oh hang on a minute we're on Nathan Avenue, there's this big rich plush hotel on this street somewhere. The…err something beginning with R….Never been, waaay to expensive for me!
"Erm Hunk, there's a hotel on this street, it's really nice, youknow expensive. I guess it's probably safe and we'd be able to rest up for a bit...yeah?" Hunk smiles and nods…
"Best idea you've had all day, where is it?" Erm yeh….come on Naomi you've lived in Raccoon City all your life, and you don't know where the most expensive hotel is exactly? Awww shit I'm gonna look stupid….I think it's too the left but I'm not sure….Aww hell I've got a fifty-fifty chance I'm right eh?
"Errmm down this way!" I point left, Hunk nods and starts off down the road, I hope I'm right. Maybe I should have told him I don't know where it is exactly……naa it'll work out.
"Humm look's like there's another one of those road blocks up ahead" Hunks pointing to the end of the street, he's right, I can see the shadows of cars piled up on top of each other, there's a few small fires going on down there too….poop.
"Erm the Hotel's probably before the road block………I hope" I whisper the last part, why the hell did I even whisper it, its something I should have kept to myself.
"Huh? You hope?" Shit! He must have hearing like….something that hears really well!!!
"I errr well I'm not exactly sure what end of Nathan Avenue the hotel is on….I'm pretty sure its down this end…but…" I giggle and put on my 'don't blame me for being scatty' smile, hopefully he'll succumb to my girlish charms and not shout at me…..I'm kidding myself, this is Hunk, 'course he's gonna shout…
"What? Are you fucking crazy? Do you know what's lurking around in this city? One wrong turn and we die!" Yeh he shouted at me, I hate it when he does that…He's already half way down the road, oh god please let the hotel be down here! I have to run to catch up to him, he's so far ahead of me at the moment, shit I'm gonna get eaten by a zombie or something…
"What a surprise. No hotel." Hunks at the road block, it is the wrong end of the street, just burnt out office buildings down here. I think they were all part of some big law firm or something not too sure…
"I…I'm sorry…I didn't think th…" before I can finish Hunk cuts in
"Didn't think? No of course you didn't! You never do. You just stand there and cry over the bad decisions you make, you let other people take the wrap for the mistakes you make!" He's shouting again, and I guess he's right, I never really take responsibilities for my actions, but then again I've never had too. I've always had someone there to protect me, my dad, a teacher, a boyfriend….Damn I think I'm gonna cry again, no stop, I cant, not now, not while hunks having a go at me for crying all the time. But just thinking about my dad….my old friends….
"Wait…did you hear that?" Hunks turned his head to one of the buildings, I can't hear anything, can't see anything 'cept a few small fires inside the building…
"Er….no…hear what?" Then I see it. It's massive, it's…I think it's a man. He's standing at one of the broken windows, I can't see him properly though because it's so dark but I can tell he's big, at least seven foot I'd say!
"Quick, run!" Hunk's grabbed my arm, pulling me back down the way we came, he's running so fast I can hardly keep up. I can hear solid thuds behind us, getting quicker….getting closer. What the hell is it? I'm scared to turn around….
"Run! Just keep running, I'll meet you at that hotel! Whatever you do, don't turn round!" Hunk practically throws me forwards, I'm lucky I didn't fall down. He turns and runs behind me, to go face that thing whatever it is….I keep on running. I can't leave him alone can I? He told me not to turn round, to meet him at the hotel but what if he gets hurt, what if he cant handle this thing on his own….Ha don't be so stupid Naomi, its Hunk, super solider of course he'll be ok…..But that thing was pretty big….I look over my shoulder and see it. It is a man…or what was once a man. He's huge. Definitely seven foot minimum. How the hell is Hunk going to stop that? The things not chasing me anymore, it's turned its attention to Hunk. I didn't realise but I've stopped in the middle of the street watching them.
"WHAT THE HELL? NAOMI RUN!" Hunk shouts at me and that thing looks at me then screams. Anyone else would say it growled but to me it screamed, it was full of so much anger, pain even…Hunk shoots at the thing, it forgets about me again and goes for Hunk. I can't watch, I turn around and run for the hotel…..I can hear its footsteps fading, I can't hear Hunk's gun anymore….is he……No. I can't run away anymore, I have to help…But how can I? I don't even have a weapon and that thing is enormous! But I cant leave Hunk there, all alone….like my dad….and if I'm not with Hunk then I'm also alone…shit I don't want to be alone, not here….Looks like my feet have decided for me cos I'm running back, back towards Hunk and that thing…..It doesn't take me long to get back, I can see Hunk, slumped on the floor, god I hope he's not dead….I cant see that thing anywhere though…Maybe it just left…I get over to Hunk and kneel down…
"Naomi…..I…thought I …..told you…" He's not dead thank god, just pretty beat up, he has a nasty bruise coming up on his head, just above his left eye. He's holding his left side as well, might have broken some ribs….
"Shushh don't worry about me, I'm fine, that things gone now, come on I'll help you up, we'll get to that hotel and you can rest ok?" Hunk slowly shakes his head, he's cant really hold his head up, shit I think he's gonna pass out soon….
"Nemesis…its not.." Nemesis? What's that? Sounds like a title for a bad movie…..Wait what's that? I just saw something out the corner of my eye….
"Go…." Hunk's grabbed my arm, he's trying to push me away…I turn round and see it. It's standing above us. I can't breath I'm that scared. He's massive, and freaky looking this close up. His head is all…..Eugh I cant even describe it, there's massive surgical staples holding his head together, I don't think he has a nose either…I cant see his eyes, he's just got 2 tiny slits in his head, and his mouth….god he doesn't have any lips, its just a hole for his teeth to shine through. I must admit he has shiny white teeth, but it just makes him look freakier. Having no lips has pulled his mouth into a psychotic grin. Doesn't help that he's wearing this skanky black trench coat, what other disgusting things is he hiding beneath it….He screams again. It's deafening. I crouch down closer to Hunk, so I'm hugging him, if it decides to hit us, at least I'll take the blow, I might be able to survive one hit, Hunk might not be able to survive another…..
"I told you not to…." Before Hunk can finish, the nemesis thing screams again. Why won't it do anything? Why is it just standing there? Hunk tries to stand but I push him back down. He can't do anything now, we're at this things mercy….
"I….please…don't hurt us?" What the hell is wrong with me? I'm talking to this freak? Yeah like this is gonna work….He just screams again, reaches down for me and picks me up by my sweat shirt, shit his hands are so big…
"Please, let us go. Please?" I'm crying now, pleading for my life. I hold on to its wrist, it's skin is so dry, so lifeless. It pulls me up, close to its face, eugh god damn it, its got stinky breath. I hear him sniffing, so I guess he does have a nose somewhere on his face. Then he screams again, but this is a different type of scream, not so much anger but pain. Lots of pain. He use's his free hand to clutch his head, then forgets about me and throws me back down to the floor. Ow it hurts. I cracked my elbow on the floor, and I hurt my butt…He's backing off now, still screaming. Then, he's gone, he ran into one of the office buildings.
"Shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit what the fuck was that?" I look over to Hunk, he's barely conscious, it's hard for him to even keep his eyes open. I have to get him somewhere safe. It's going to be hard but I have to get him to the hotel…
"Hunk? Hunk? Listen to me, you have to stay awake for a little longer ok? We have to move now, we can't stay here?" Hunk lazily nods his head. I glance around and notice his back pack on the floor, I pick it up but its damned heavy, I can't just leave it here though….Then there's his gun as well! Stupid heavy machine gun thingy, I put that in the bag as well. I stand next to Hunk and help him up, he leans on me, and he's heavy too! Damn it, I don't think I've ever carried anything this heavy before. But I have no choice, we start off back down the street. I just hope that hotel didn't burn down like most of the buildings on this street.
"You shouldn't hav….." Hunks trying to talk, great, he's silent most of the way here, now he's badly injured and he's a chatter box….
"Shussh be quiet, save your strength, it won't take long till we get to that hotel. Hope you brought your credit card, I want room service…." I hear Hunk chuckle, good. It's taking us forever to get down the street, not to mention I have to steer us past groups of zombies that want to eat us.
"Hey look, up there, the flag pole for that hotel…The Regency…ha I knew it started with an R…" Hunks not even listening to me anymore, he's gotten heaver too. Its not going to be long before he drops to the floor….I don't think I'll be able to carry him then….wait don't think? Hell I know I won't be able too, I'm just too weak…We get to the door, a group of zombies are closing in behind us but we get into the reception area before they get us. Zombies don't know how to use doors, pretty stupid eh? They just bang on the glass……They might break through actually….shit think about that later, first things first get a room. I let Hunk sit down on one of the chairs in reception. There's a zombie clerk behind the reception desk.
"Mr Zombie, your finest room please!" I jump over the counter, knock the zombie over and grab a set of keys to a room on the first floor. Zombies really are dumb. I jump back over the counter…
"Hunk? Hey look I got us a room…We're lucky there's a zombie convention in town and we got the last room!" Hunk doesn't say anything. Shit. He's passed out. How am I going to get him upstairs? Yes its only one flight of stairs but still….I look around reception, there's that one zombie behind the counter, it's not going anywhere. To the left of the counter is some big double doors, I think that's the way to the restaurant and function halls, the doors tightly shut though, so very little chance of anything coming through there. The elevators are on the right, next to the stairs….Hang on elevator. Doh. I run over to it and press the call button…I can't believe it! It's working!!! Thank god….wait…what If the lifts full of zombies….crap. I run back over to Hunk and get his hand gun out of his holster thingy, how do you use it again? It's loaded, Hunk must have reloaded it when I wasn't paying attention, thank god cos I would have no idea where to start. I hear the lift ping….the doors open and…..nothing.
"Phew, we're lucky….." I look down at Hunk. I can't take him up straight away, what happens if there's zombies in the hall, or even zombies in the room? What if I need to run, I can't drag him along with me? I guess its pretty safe in here…I'm worried about the zombies outside though, banging on the glass doors. They haven't broken through yet, it will probably take them a while too...If I'm quick then he should be fine, yeah, that's what I'll do, I'll go upstairs, check out the corridor and room, then come back and pick up Hunk. Ok…..humm that reception zombie has got back up again. It's trying to crawl over the counter to get to us, but is having no luck in doing it. Stupid zombies. I walk up to it and press the gun to its forehead then shoot. The zombie just kinda moans at me, nothing happened. The gun didn't fire…stupid gun. The zombies choking on its own fluids, it sounds like its laughing at me…
"Oh shut up….." What's wrong with the gun? Oh maybe it's got its safety on or something, I don't know. There's this tiny little button looking thing just above the trigger…wonder if that has anything to do with the safety? I push it, but nothing happens. The zombies laughing at me again. If he's not careful I'll jump back over there and stamp on his head….just don't want to get my shoes dirty…I try sliding the button over and it moves. Right… I put the gun back on to the zombies head and fire, this time it works. Whoo hoo Naomi, pat yourself on the back, you know how to work a gun….sort off.. Oh shit the door to the elevator is closing. I run towards it, picking up Hunks bag on the way and just manage to get in on time. I press the button for the first floor. I've got the keys to room ten. Hope it's near the elevator….The door opens and I pop my head out…
"Hellooo…." Damn it, why did I do that? Now, any bloody monster out there knows I'm here! Thankfully nothing comes, doesn't look like anyone was in this hotel when the whole town got infected. Everyone was probably on the streets trying to get out of the city….I walk up to room ten, it isn't far, just a few doors down from the elevator, I shouldn't have any trouble getting Hunk in the room. I unlock the door and go in. Wow it's really nice in here, even in the dark…I turn on the lights in the room, way to bright, so I use the dimmer switch….they have a dimmer switch! Wow…There's one king size bed, great I had to chose the room with only one bed….It's a really nice one though, the place is immaculate. There's even a mini bar, the fridge is still working and all the drinks inside are lovely and cool. There's even a couple of bottles of water, and some of those macadamia nuts, they're supposed to be expensive…Might eat those later, though I bet they taste like shit. I check the bathroom, the taps don't work. I didn't think they would, they didn't at my house. All the water to the city has probably been shut off to try and stop the spread of infection or something. Well the room checks out! No problems here. I leave Hunks bag in the room, and head back to the elevator, back downstairs to Hunk.
"Hey! Rooms lovely, they have a dimmer switch!!!" Hunk's still out cold. Great, now I have to drag him to the elevator. Better get to it, the faster I do it, the sooner it'll be over. He's heavy and my shoulder and arm's aching from where that nemesis thing threw me on the floor, and I have to carry my own back pack, I should have picked that up when I took Hunks…. I wish I was in Hunks shoes right now, all passed out….I get him into the elevator and press the button. Funny thought, what if the elevator stopped and we got stuck…ok not so funny. Thankfully it doesn't. We get to the first floor ok and I get him into the room. I manage to dump him on the bed. Eugh shoes on the bed. I can't deal with that, I hate it. He's wearing those army type boots, over the ankle, the ones that lace up, makes you ankle's look incredibly sexy. Don't believe me? What about that guy in 'Good Morning Vietnam' he loved the American soldier's sexy ankles hehehe I unlace them and carefully take them off, I might give them a clean later, they're covered in zombie gunk…Well they're only going to get dirty again, might as well leave them. Less work for me anyway… Hunk doesn't seem to mind that I've taken his shoes off, he's off in la la land at the moment, lucky bugger, I have to do all the work now. He moves a little and I hear something rattle. Whatever it is, it's in one of his pockets, so I empty them. A packet of cigarettes, a lighter, aspirin and that metal vial virus thing. I better put that down before I break it or something, I put them on top of the cabinet next to the bed. Next I unzip his jacket and carefully take it off, and his gloves, I haven't seen him take them off yet. Wow he has amazing hands, so well looked after and surprisingly soft, of course they're a little calloused, I mean he is a solider after all, but not as hard as I would have thought, and he's got long fingers, hell everyone knows what that means! I giggle to myself, odd, I sound weird, maybe because its so quiet, god I wish Hunk was awake, make all this easier, and I'd have someone to talk too. I sigh and get back to the job in hand, I have to get him patched up…When I move him, his scrunches his face up in pain, his side, I almost forgot about that. He was holding his side before, he might have broken some ribs. I'll need bandages to wrap them up, that's all you can do with broken ribs, just give them support. I made up a small first aid kit before I left my apartment. Just some TCP, cotton wool, bandage tape and my hello kitty plasters. I didn't have any bandage, don't know why we had bandage tape though, just one of those things you have in the back of the cupboard you know? Maybe Hunk has a first aid kit in his bag? All good soldiers have them don't they? It's so full of crap I don't know where to start so I just tip the contents of his bag over the floor. Lots of spare ammo for his 2 guns, oh here's some maps, god I've never been good with maps, I never know where north is for a start….Ahh here's a first aid kit, its better than mine, but no hello kitty plasters. Shame really. There are a few roles of bandages, some gauze and other stuff I don't know how to use. I never took a first aid course….wish I did now. There's some of those cleansing wipes for your hands and stuff, I use one to clean my hands, god knows what I've got on them at the moment…I pick up the bandage and my bandage tape and take it over to Hunk. Looks like his having a bad dream….
"Hey……Hunk? Can you hear me?" I run my hand through his hair, stroking his head, but nothing, he's still out cold. What should I do now? I think I should check out his ribs but….then I'll have to take off his shirt….Guess I better. I never realised how hard it was to undress someone when they are unconscious but I manage to do it, Hunk moans a few times, must of hurt him a bit.
"Sorry…" I whisper to him, not that he can hear me anyway…He's got a really nasty bruise on his left side, has to be broken ribs. There doesn't seem to be any swelling…that's good right? Shit I don't know I'm not a doctor, I don't even pay attention to E.R. Stupid Doctor Carter just looks so sexy, I can't concentrate on what he's saying or doing….damn you TV. I run my hand up and down Hunks side, doesn't feel like anything's broken….but then again what do broken ribs feel like? I dunoo, but I can tell you what perfect abb's feel like. Damn this guy must do a lot of press ups. He's just…perfect. I hate those body builder types, I just think it's too much, but Hunk's managed to find the perfect balance, I guess you could describe him as slim and toned? Lean and toned. He's just got one of those bodies you could stare at all day...Aww hell, just perfect. And he has the cutest belly button I've ever seen on a man! I can definitely say…he's a natural blond…Shit, what am I doing? I should be patching him up not drooling over him. This is not the time or place to be thinking like this…though we could die any minute now, why begrudge myself of a little pleasure? Well he's unconscious anyway, can't do anything about that right now…I bandage him up and use the bandage tape to hold everything in place. I've done it tight, hopefully not too tight, I don't want him suffocating or something. He seems to be sleeping more peacefully now, doesn't look like he's in that much pain. I get my cotton wool and soak it in TCP. I dab at the wound on his head, at first I thought it was just a bruise, but there's a small cut as well, can't have that getting infected, his head would fall off…..He winces when I clean the cut..
"Sorry again…" Hell, I'd wince too, I hate TCP, stings like…really stingy stuff! It only takes a few seconds to clean it up but now the part I was dreading…My turn. My whole right side's aching. I thought I only hurt my elbow and butt when that nemesis thing threw me on the floor, but I think I did more damage than that…I walk into the bathroom because there's a full length mirror in there. I slowly take off my sweat shirt…Shit my arms totally covered in bruises and scrapes. I'm wearing this cute little white vest underneath, and I can see spots of red. Blood. Damn it. How the hell did I get cut up? I'm wearing 3 layers for god's sakes! It's just my luck isn't it? I take off my vest and my right side is pretty much the same as my arm, only I've got a few more cuts…It's just tiny little cuts, maybe I fell on broken glass…I cant put anything on top of this, just have to clean myself up and get on with it. I left the TCP and stuff on the cabinet next to Hunk, I walk back into the room to get it. I don't bother to get dressed again, he's out cold, and if he did wake up, he'd just get a flash of my pretty pink bra then a slap cos he looked at me!
"Naomi….." Hunk just whispered my name. Shit is he awake? I'm half naked…eeep.
"Hunk……you awake…" No answer, guess he's just dreaming. I go back into the bathroom to sort myself out. God I really hate TCP, I really really do. Its one of those things your parents make you go through when you're a kid. You fall out of a tree, scrape your knee, so they get out the TCP and slap it on. You scream so much you convince yourself to never ever to anything dangerous again so you don't get hurt and have to suffer the terrible pain TCP causes….I want to scream out every time the TCP touches my poor injured skin, but I don't, I mean come on I'm twenty now, I'm not a little kid anymore. I pull down my jeans a little, there's a big fat bruise on my butt, stupid nemesis. My hip's badly bruised as well, can't do anything about that though. I'd love to take a nice long hot bath, but there's no water, so it's a luxury I'll have to do without. I do up my jeans and gingerly slip my vest back on, I don't really want too, but I can't just stand around in my bra, not with Hunk around anyway…..or could I? I mean would he mind….I guess he wouldn't, he is a man after all, but it would most probably make us both feel uncomfortable…I guess….I walk back into the room, kick off my trainers and sit down on the bed next to Hunk. He looks so peaceful at the moment. It's good that we finally get to rest, I haven't had the chance to think since we left my apartment….since we left my dad. I can feel the tears welling up inside. I don't want to cry but I can't stop myself, any minute now Hunks going to wake up and tell me to stop crying….But he doesn't. I feel so confused….I'm just so exhausted. I'm so scared of being alone. Like my dad was…I don't want that to happen to me…Dad left me a letter. I thought he didn't, I ran away from his body so fast I didn't check, but Hunk found it. Dad said he was sorry for what he done…At first I was angry with him, how could he do something like that to me? But now, I don't blame him. I wouldn't want to become one of those zombies either. He wants me to remember him, how could he think I would ever forget? Now I think about it, he isn't ever going to be there again is he….I'll never see him again, never get to hug him again, never get to talk to him again. I can't stop myself from crying now, my sobs seem to fill the whole room…to me, the whole world. At least he said goodbye…I never got to. Dad wants me to live…I don't want to die…but with all those things out there, plus that nemesis thing….getting out here alive looks impossible. But Hunk promised me….But what's his promise worth? He was going to leave me all alone, he just stormed off into the city back at the office, leaving me in a tiny little security hut with no weapons, no nothing. But…he did come with me afterwards…I get the feeling that he's been like this his whole life, that he's done this job his whole life. How…sad. He said back at the office that he didn't care. Didn't care about the city or any survivors…Then how can he genuinely care about me? It's a question I don't want to ask myself. He said he wanted to help me though…Does that mean that some part of him does care for me? Maybe he's just as confused as I am about all this. I'm trying to understand him now, trying to put myself in his shoes….But I still don't know if I can trust him or not. I think back to the way he hugged me in my apartment. That wasn't just a friendly hug, it…meant something. I don't know if it meant anything to him but…I certainly felt something there….I can't think like this, relationships made in extreme situations like these never work out, I mean look at Sandra Bullock and Keanu Reeves in Speed, they were all happy happy kissy kissy, then by Speed 2, they had broken up….ok so Keanu Reeves wasn't in Speed 2 cos it was shit but still……Who am I kidding? He probably just thinks I'm a whiny little girl…I mean that's all I do right? I cry, I moan, I cry some more then I moan a little bit more….What would he ever see in me? Come to think of it, what do I see in him? I can't deny that he's handsome, he's older than me which is always a plus, usually men are more mature when they are older…sometimes anyway…And he's nice…I think, I mean sometimes he acts nice towards me, then other times…he's cold. Although he did say that it was part of his training, not to get involved with people. But surly they don't mean like that? Do they? How can you go through life without forming any kind of intimate relationships with people….has he been alone his whole life? God I would hate that, I wouldn't be able to survive…I'm stroking his hair again, I feel a little sorry for him…From the way he acts, I'm pretty sure he has been alone for a long time…He's still sleeping, even smiling a little. I just realised how tired I am, I can hardly keep my eyes open. I lye down next to Hunk and I put my injured arm on his chest. It hurts too much not too…I yawn and move a little closer to Hunk. I guess I'm just looking for a little human contact, and Hunks not awake anyway. If he questions me when he wakes up, I'll just pretend that I did it in my sleep. I hope he doesn't mind though. I can't keep my eyes open anymore…I just thought of something…I whisper it to Hunk
"Hey, you promised me that you wouldn't let me die, so I'll promise to not leave you alone anymore…ok?" Of course Hunk says nothing, I didn't expect him too, this will be my secret promise to him, and I'll do my best to keep it……