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Chapter I: Encounters with Dead People
Danielle took a step forward, keeping her pistol raised. Rebecca was behind her, checking out the opposite end of the car. Both of them were shivering and wet, and a little unnerved by the bloodstains on the seats. Passenger luggage was strewn about the cabin, but there were no signs of the owners.
From the front of the train came the sound of breaking glass and gunshots. Danielle glanced back at Rebecca, who was staring her way. "I'll go check it out. You stay here, Rebecca." The medic nodded and continued searching through the car. Danielle pulled open the sliding door, slipping through. As she took a few steps forward, she hears a low moan from behind her.
Wait a second. That sound… It sounded like someone who's been hurt. Maybe there is someone alive onboard!
She spun around and felt her heart skip a bit as she saw the source of the moan. It was a man dressed in a conductor's uniform, but there was something very wrong with him. Dried up blood caked his lips, his eyes were white cataracts, and his skin was gray and decaying. Danielle had seen enough horror movies to know what she was seeing. It was a real-life zombie.
It took her only a second to snap up her Beretta and fire off a single shot. The bullet slammed into the creature's heart, and a dark fluid poured out of the wound. The man moaned once more, as if oblivious to the pain, and continued towards her.
Suddenly, a pair of hands grabbed her shoulders from behind. Before she could react, teeth bit down hard into her neck, tearing away flesh. She let out a strangled scream, shouting for help. Before the zombie could bite again, a shot rang out, and it released her. There was another shot, and the creature in front of Danielle went down in a spray of crimson. Standing in the open doorway, pistol raised, was Rebecca. Danielle pressed her hand against the bleeding wound on her neck, staring down at the creatures.
"What the heck… That guy… He was j-just dead… And then he got up…" she said in disbelief.
Rebecca gently touched her arm, looking a bit worried. "I know. But right now, I think the bite on your neck is a bit more important right now." She pulled out some supplies from her first-aid kit and went to work. Danielle stared down at the bodies on the floor. They had to have been the passengers of the train. But they were covered in fatal wounds, and looked so dead. So, if they were dead, how could they have been walking around? Nothing was making sense at all…
"What in the world happened on this train?" she asked softly. "What happened to the passengers that made them like this?"
Rebecca cleaned the bite gently, wiping away the excess blood. "I'm not sure… But what I do know is that they managed to take a decent chunk out of your neck. We'll need to get you to a hospital once we find a way back to the city."
Danielle scowled a bit, but endured the pain. So much had happened lately. First, the cannibalistic murders, then the crash, then finding the papers on Coen, along with the train filled with flesh-eating zombies.
Cannibalistic murders… zombies…
Something in her mind clicked. The bites on the victims had been from either canines or humans, but some of them were definitely human-made. That meant that the zombies must have killed all those people! They were the killers of so many people in Raccoon City!
Rebecca looked up suddenly, the tip of a gun at her neck. In the shadows, holding the pistol, was the very man they were hunting: Billy Coen.