Author's Note: Sorry, my creative spurts come and go...with long periods in between. As always, feedback and comments are appreciated!
EDIT: Sorry, I forgot Ryan had a gun on him.
Ryan listened for the roar, but whatever had made it seemed to stop. It seemed to be coming from the north, towards the mall.
"Well, I guess that'd be as good of a place as any to start..." he said to himself. He inhaled sharply has he scratched his palms again. He was then that he paused.
The same scar on his hand...there were several along both his arms.
"What the hell did they do to me...?" he said, looking closely at the cuts with a mixture of curiosity and horror. He shook his head, climbed back down the fire escape, and started north.
Barry and Rebecca slid quietly against the wall. Though both still stunned by the fact that the city was overrun with zombies, even more shocking was the fact that no one really seemed to be doing anything.
"Where the fuck is the military?" Barry growled. It was something Rebecca had heard from him several times before. As before, she gave the same response.
"I dunno, Barry. The best we can do is see about getting outta here," she said quietly. He nodded.
"I know, it's just..." She put a hand on his shoulder.
"I'm sure Jill's okay," she said. Chris has made it out of Raccoon City safely several days before, as he was setting up plans for the group to head to Europe. Jill, Barry, and Rebecca were to stay behind until Chris gave them the go ahead. Things didn't exactly work out the way they imagined.
"Yeah," he finally said. He paused at the corner and peaked out. Luckily, the street seemed clear. "Okay, I'm gonna do one more sweep, see if I can find any survivors." He wasn't sure anyone was left alive, but the fact that his wife and children were safe while most of the city were walking dead...he knew he wasn't responsible for what happened her, but he still felt a sense of guilt that he still had his family and his life.
Rebecca frowned. She didn't really want to split up, but if there was a chance that there could be any survivors...
"Okay. I'm gonna head to the police station. Hopefully Jill's headed there and we can meet up then," Rebecca said. "Are you sure it's wise to split up?"
"Go on ahead. I'll only be about an hour."
"Alright..." Rebecca said, reluctantly agreed.
Allison felt like her heart was going to stop. She could barely believe what had just happened. Her body couldn't stop shaking from fear and the tears wouldn't stop streaming down her face. She just looked at the door.
"O..okay...I have to t-try again..." she said, even though her body wouldn't listen and move forward. She knelt down and put her face in her hands.
"Maybe we should try and find Mr. Burton?" Samantha suggested hopefully.
"He's probably gone with his family, remember? They left a few weeks ago," Kenny said.
"Oh," was her only reply. They continued to walk down the street. They had seen a few zombies, but they kept very quiet and waited until the coast was absolutely clear before moving on again.
After about 30 minutes of walking, they finally came to the mall.
"There doesn't seem to be anyone around..." Samantha said. Kenny nodded.
"Let's go inside. Maybe a security guard or someone's..." He stopped suddenly. Behind him, he could hear a groan...then two, then many more. He turned to see 20 or 30 zombies shambling towards them.
"RUN!" he said, pulling her along with him, not even giving her a chance to see what was behind them.
Rebecca quietly but quickly walked down the street. She rounded a corner and nearly collided with someone. She thrust her handgun to the person's head.
"Whoa!" a voice said the moment the gun went up. Rebecca stared at the man for a second before realizing that he wasn't a zombie.
"Can you maybe not point that at my head?" the man asked. She lowered the gun.
"Sorry, you startled me," she said. "Are you okay? Is anyone with you?"
"I'm fine, and I'm alone," he said.
"It's good to find a survivor, I mean..."
"Shh! Do you hear that?" the man said. Rebecca stopped talking and heard it.
Tak...tak...tak...
She had heard that before, in the mansion. She turned slowly to see four dobermans approaching. Having seen Rebecca, they started to growl and bare their teeth.
"Oh god..." she whispered.
Ryan watched as the girl (why did she look familiar?) turned and noticed the dogs. The fact that they were bloody and furless made him realize they weren't the friendly type. He wasn't sure what he could do without a weapon, but the macho protective instinct kicked in.
"Get behind me!" he said as he slid past her and raised his gun. 'Hilarious,' he thought. 'I'm trying to protect the trained professional...' Though what happened next shocked them both.
The dogs focused on their new prey...and immediately stopped. All four laid down and softly whimpered.
"What are they doing?" he whispered, barely moving.
"I don't know!" Rebecca whispered back. "They usually attack in an instant." Ryan frowned and took a step forward, keeping his gun pointed but not firing. The dogs laid their heads on the ground as their ears laid back. Even more puzzled, he took another step forward and stomped the ground.
As if trained, all four dogs leapt up and took off away from Ryan and Rebecca.
