ok, so i went ahead and put up a new chapter, an i hope i'll get some reviews this time.
Again, I do not own anything that is related to capcom
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Chapter 2
The only light inside came from a few of the overhead windows. Navigating blindly through this place was hell, I couldn't even tell where Schroeder was. The only thing I could see on him was the big UBCS logo on his back, and still, all I could see was the white part.
"Head to that office over there, I'll check out the upstairs" I said, walking up the flight of metal stairs up to the catwalks. Keeping my rifle pointed ahead of me, my feet made a slight "clank" with every step I took. I reached the end of the catwalk and made a left, up another flight of stairs, up to another storage area. I shouldered my rifle and took out my pistol, figuring that was more suitable for the extremley close quarters I was in. It seemed to be an archive of books and refereance manuals, with rows no wider than three feet. I took out my flashlight and skimmed it along the rows of books, and noticed that some of the books were slightly out of place, then even more so, then being pulled off, then they were on the floor, and there was-
-blood. Bloody handprints smeared some of the books. I followed the trail and saw how it led down, then around a corner
Clank
My heart skipped a beat. "Schroeder?" I asked, then there was silence. After a few seconds of silence, I took a step forward, hoping that there would be a brown haired german man on the other side of this book shelf.
As I rounded the corner, I heard another noise. This one sounded slick and wet, like a dog slopping up a bowl of wet meat. I followed the sound, seeing that it was right at the end of the book shelf. I took two steps forward and shined the flashlight towards the noise-
-there was a dead body in front of me, but not just a dead body, it was…
Two hands dove into the corpse and pulled out what looked like organs, following them up with the light, I saw what exactly ate them-
-a pale, bald man was crouched ove the body of what looked like a man, and he was eating him, shoving bloody chunks of meat into his mouth. His skin was gaunt and white, and its eyes were filmed over with some sort of white substance. It looked up at me, and stood up, letting out a moan.
What the fuck is this thing? My mind raced for an explanation, but drew only one conclusion
"Zombies. The living dead, formerly living, whatever you want to call it. It's a zombie. Run, NOW!" I accepted the answer and spun around, hearing it starting to walk towards me. I ran down the flight of steps and sprinted across the catwalk to the last set of stairs-
-and another zombie walked right in front of me, reaching out for me with boney, gore-stained hands. Not having time to act, it grabbed my sholders and tried to pull me in, opening its mouth and making me gag with its horrible, rancid stench. I pushed it away as best as I could, trying to maybe push it off the edge, but we were evenly matched for strength.
"Schroeder! Help!" I shouted, hoping that he heard me. Holding its shoulder with my left arm, I cocked back my right arm for a punch. I swung as hard as I could, but my fist just tore off some of its flesh, leaving my hand covered in blood and gore. I tried again, and got the same result. One more try…except now the creature pushed me over and was now pinning me down, and I was starting to lose strength. I held onto its throat and pulled up my pistol, placing it right below its chin.
Bang! The zombies' head nearly exploded from the force of the powerfull .45 bullet. It spasmed around for a few seconds, then went limp. I pushed it off of me and stood up, brushing myself off.
"Beckman! Are you alright?" I heard Schroeder yell from the bottom of the steps as I shined my light on him. I nodded
"What the hell happened?" He asked me, taking one step forward.
"Theres…things here. Cannibal things, like zombies. There's one all the way upstairs, and this one here" I said, pointing down to the one I'd just killed
"Ok, well, lets get out of here and report our findings to Mikhail, and-" His speech was cut off when a zombie emerged from behind and bit into his neck, a fountain of blood spraying on the wall as he cried out in pain. The zombie pulled him backwards out of my view, but the sound of him being torn apart never left my mind. I jumped off the side of the steps and ran to the door, hearing Schroeders' MP5 spraying wildly, bullets going everywhere. I made it to the door and kicked it open and ran outside into the heat and sun.
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ok, so Schroeder met his end. please R&R so i know how i'm doing and if i should continue or not