Disclaimer: DO I look like Capcom? Nope, not owning it.

Luna: WOOT! 30 reviews:: dances a jig: Thank you fans! Anyway, this chapter is mostly Yoko centered, since Kevie gets kinda…ah, well; you'll see.

Chapter 9: A tale of very sticky tape.

Yoko left the drunkard man clutching his royal jewels; thinking about her next course of action. Now that she did the electrical thing, she could probably operate the train.

" Yoko!" I said.

" Huh? Who's there?" she asked, slightly frightened.

" Pudding!" cried Kevin, in a rather squeaky voice.

" I'm the spirit of RESIDENT EVIL!" I announced.

" Who…?"
" Chocolate! Knock-knock!"
"…Just listen. Go back to the place where Kevin attempted to skinny dip. There's one of those plates there, and you should tape up the cracked pipe; too."

Yoko blinked.

" Okay then…" she said, figuring she had nothing to lose.

Yoko ran down all those flights of stairs again, Kevin behind her. Then he tripped and fell down 2 flights of stairs. Yoko watched, a bit amused on how much he rolled.

" Kevin…?" she asked.

Kevin finally stopped, and wasn't moving. He was unconscious. Or dead. But when you think about it, we're all dying inside, a little everyday; so…Oops. Hehe…too morbid. Excuse that.

So Yoko poked him.

" Kevin?"
" Mommy…I want cookies for breakfast…" he mumbled.

She shrugged, figuring that he'd be fine if she just left him there. So she left him, kept going until she found the plate on the floor. Zombies were also there, and Yoko busted a cap in each one's ass; bored.

Yoko grabbed the plate and stepped into another, gray, colorless room. Geez, Capcom, u guys could've worked a bit more on detail…

David was there, too.

" Hi David," said Yoko, feeling guilty ever since she had that conversation with Kevin accusing her of knowing nothing about him, " What's your last name? Your favorite color? Movie? Can you turn door knobs?"
David looked at her strangely.

" I don't think this is really the time…" he said, matter of factly.

"Oh…"

Awkward silence.

" Do you have any tape?" asked Yoko.

" Uh…I sorta…used it all."

" On what!"

Flashback

David was bored. Being the 3rd, over looked, randomly appearing and disappearing character had its advantages; sure. Like doing absolutely nothing and still some how surviving. But then it got boring…and senseless violence didn't seem to fill that void in his soul anymore.

So what would?
Love?

Food?

Rationality?

Wrong. Senseless stupidity.

So he walked into the men's bathroom and pulled out a roll of tape.

First, David taped back his eyelids, then his cheeks. Face cheeks, that is. Then he took a picture of himself, so if he were to survive this ordeal; he'd have pictures to prove it. Although…it was just a picture of him, no zombies so technically, David was a dumbass.

David spent the rest of the tape sticking together pieces of toilet paper into a " Toilet Paper Snowman." Don't ask.

End Flashback

" There were, uh…stuff I had to tape together." he said, finally.

Yoko knew not to ask.

She vaguely remembered the storage room and said, " I have a feeling there's tape there…"

" Okay. I'll guard the cracked pipe." offered David.

Yoko knew not to ask, again.

She left, so David decided to play a game of 'juggle the wrenches'.

Meanwhile…

Kevin woke up, alone. Until he realized he was wearing no pants. And no shirt. And there was a zombie lying next to him.

" Hey sexy…" it groaned.

He was now a gay necrophilia.

" AHHHHH!"

That's when Kevin woke up, again.

" What a screwy dream…ow…my head…Damn hangovers…" said Kevin.

That's when a zombie appeared. Facts rolled in faster than a fat kid eating cake. He soiled himself.

Meanwhile…

Yoko had successfully retrieved the tape, and back tracked yet again to the gray, dull, poorly detailed stairs when she stopped and looked up.

" Excuse me…Ms. Spirit?"

" Yeah?" I answered, bored.

" Is there a point to this?"

" Yup…it'll save you extra back tracking."

"…Oh…"

Unfortunately, Kevin was sober and now thought Yoko was schizophrenic.

Oh the misunderstandings…

" Did you sleep well, Kevin?" asked Yoko.

" Like shit." answered the very, not vulgar Kevin.

The 2 some went to previously said room, where David had several bumps on his head.

" Are you okay?" asked Yoko.

" Yeah…I got attacked by some zombies is all." answered David.

" But…then wouldn't you of had some oozing flesh wounds?"
David gave her his trademark blank stare.

More awkward silence. Somewhere, a T-virus infected cricket chirped.

SO Yoko unrolled the tape…and it was sticky. It stuck on her right hand, so she tried prying it off with her left. That hand succumbed to the sticky tape, as well.

Zombies began banging at the door, and let themselves in.

" We'll hold them off! Just tape the pipe!" cried Kevin.

" I'm trying!" she exclaimed.

She wrestled with the tape, as David threw deadly wrenches at the bad undead men. Kevin resorted to kicking them. The combined efforts of wrench throwing and kicking…were useless.

And only when the tape stuck to Yoko's hair, did she realize how screwed they were.

Luna: REVIEW! I'll try to update sooner, really!