Part 1: Liberty's Darkness

Chapter 3: Trust

Intro: Tommy and some guy in a white coat are stuck in a cabin out in the snowy forest on a mountain side, with the zombie-like people outside; Trisha, Earl, John, and Larry are under attack by the Station virus, which they have no clue about.

Tommy Vercetti, June 17, 1:30 p.m.

Tommy and the guy in the white coat had been sitting there for hours, not talking or anything. Tommy kept on peeking out the window, looking at the group of people out side, "Why aren't they attacking?" he wondered.

"Listen, I think we are safe for now." The guy said

"Do you know anything about what's going on?"

"Yes, a lot, actually."

"Then tell me."

"Okay. Two days ago…"

"Wait, who are you, first of all?"

"My name is not important, I was a biological scientist, and I studied things you shouldn't hear about for 20 years."

"Okay… Go on."

"Two days ago, when I was working at Area 69, in the desert next to Las Venturas, San Andreas, there was an accident. The biological specimen we thought to have been dead was actually alive. I escaped, very luckily, before it got to me. It managed to screw up our containment cells, releasing various viruses, Statchion, Humaintry, an the Gerchian and Newgerchian viruses." He went on to explain about the infections (I'm to lazy to write them all out again, so if you want to, got back to the prologue for Liberty's darkness)

Twenty minutes later…

"Okay… Sounds serious." Tommy commented.

"Well… I guess you have a lot to learn."

"How do we stop it?"

"Well, the only way would be to contact some military forces, and nuke all infected areas. There is no other way. By the way, I have a present for you, in the drawer of that dresser."

"How do we nuke it?"

"Well…"

BAM! The zombie-like people were banging on the doors and windows.

"We're running out of time. Listen; remember what I told you about the Statchion, well… I believe I just got it, before I got in here."

Tommy walked backwards. "You mean…"

"Kill me, before I kill you…"

"No, there has to be a cure."

"Do it!"

"No!"

"DO IT!" He shouted, he punched Tommy, and grabbed his Python. Tommy was on the ground, getting up when, Bam! Looking up, the Python fell to the floor, the researcher's mouth, filling up with blood, and his brains splattered on the back wall.

A familiar sound was in the distance, getting closer. "Oh crap, not again!" Tommy yelled.

The banging on the doors and walls become louder, the "zombies" trying to get in. In a second, the door came down, followed by the wall, then a window. Three chainsaw men entered the room, followed by many zombies. Tommy looked through the drawer, and found a grenade. The chainsaw's got closer.

In desperation, he threw it. It exploded, killing some zombies, while only knocking down some others, and the chainsaw's, he ran out into the forest.

Looking behind him, the zombies were running, yelling out Spanish words. A few minutes later, he came to a cliff, a dead end.

Trisha, Earl, Larry, John, June 17, 1:06 p.m.

"Up there quick!" Earl pointed up the staircase, to the right of them. They hurried up there, nearly getting slashed by the roof hanging beast.

Safely on a balcony, the beast couldn't attack them.

"We're screwed, were gonna die!" John started to flip out.

"Crap! Crap! Crap!" Earl yelled, walking back and fourth.

A man ran into the lobby, via the front door, yelling "Help me, there is a group of… Oh my god!" He had spotted the beast, but it was too late, his head was gone, being eaten. The group of slow walking zombies entered the Lobby; they started to fight the roof hanging beast.

"Look at that!" Earl pointed down.

"What the? Why are they…" John asked

"Now! We can shoot it!" Larry yelled.

The all walked down the stairs, and started firing at it, blood splattering all over the floor.

While screams filled the air, they headed back up stairs, as it started to attack them.

"Shit! Why won't it die?" Earl screamed

"We have to figure out another way!" said Larry

Trisha snapped her fingers, "Fire!"

"Good idea, but where are we gonna get that?" asked Earl

"The bar, I know how to make a Molotov Cocktail!" John said, walking over to the bar in the room they were in. He grabbed a bottle, and filled it up with alcohol. He then ripped off apiece of his shirt, and put it in it, touching the alcohol.

John ran down the stairs, lit it up with his liter, and tossed it at the beast. It screamed, and started to move around, hitting the walls, and slashing at John.

As he walked upstairs, he heard Trish say, "Oh my god Earl! Are you alright?" Earl was throwing up blood.

"Come on! It's hurt, we can escape." said John

They walked downstairs, the beast was still on fire, and fussing around, all of them hurried past it, out the door.

As John was behind them, he got hit by it, putting a gash in his arm, he shot at its head (supposable), and got back up, and went outside.

Tommy Vercetti, June 17, 1:35 p.m.

Tommy looked down the cliff at the icy cold river, behind him; the zombies were coming up fast, with their chainsaws, knives, and torches. Tommy looked in his pocket, noticing that beside his 8 bullets in his gun, he only had 24 more shots, and there were well over 24 zombies after him.

He looked up, over the river, into the air, there was smoke in the air, possibly a house, or watch tower. Maybe civilization. He wondered if the zombies could swim, he was out of time, they were within feet of him, he had no choice, but to jump into the icy cold river.

Well, that's another up. Don't forget to RR!