Chapter Two: Outbreak

Author's Note: Hey…I got another review! I think this story might be catching on LOL! Anyway, here's another chapter with some action and stuff and so I hope you like it.

Matt leaned his elbows against the smooth wooden table and popped his knuckles reflectively. His booth was seated right next to the window and he looked outside. He could see his reflection vaguely in the light…despite all his efforts to hide it; Matt was a nice looking kid. At nineteen he was starting to leave behind his boyish looks and start resembling the man he was to become.

Matt had big, liquid brown eyes that gave him a "puppy dog" look that girls couldn't resist, he had a straight nose, full lips a square chin…and, thanks to five years of martial arts, a toned, trim body…his hair had once been a light blonde but he had dyed it black (mainly to piss his parents off…which worked incredibly well), when Leon saw it, he only chuckled shook his head and said:

"Hey Matt, if that's what you want then it looks good on you."

He continued to stare out the window and wondered why it was that on a Friday night the city seemed so dead…and what was wrong with that guy? He looked like he'd had the Haunta Virus…or Ebola…

"Hey…with that guy…I guess you can take your pick." Matt muttered with a sarcastic chuckle.

"Excuse me?" A light, perky voice asked.

"Huh?" Matt asked blearily snapping out of his daydream.

He turned to see the same blonde waitress who had greeted him earlier…she stood politely at Matt's table.

"I asked what you'd like to drink?"

"Oh…" Matt began with a sheepish grin. "Um…a Coke please?"

"Sure…my name's Cindy if you need anything." Cindy said giving off her million dollar smile. "I'll be right back with that."

Matt didn't know why…normally he would have just let Cindy go back to her job…but the strange man's rotting, crumbling face still haunted Matt for some reason and he felt compelled to ask her a question.

"Cindy?"

"Yes?" She asked.

"Is it normally this empty on a Friday?" Matt asked.

"No, not usually." She said with a nervous chuckle. "But I'm not complaining…my feet are killing me and I get off in an hour so this isn't bad at all." Cindy responded.

"Yeah I know the feeling." Matt said fleetingly as Cindy walked off to take care of her other customers.

Matt fished around in his black messenger bag and fumbled through his wrinkled karate gi and belt to find his cellphone. He flipped it open to find that he had three messages waiting for him…he typed in his password and listened to them.

"Matt it's your mother…when are you coming home? You know what's going on in the city! Now's not the time for one of your little stunts and-"

Matt rolled his eyes and deleted the message before it finished…he listened to his second one. He smiled when he heard his best friend from Tennessee Gabby's voice.

"Hey Mattrix it's Gabbers!" She began using the nicknames they had given each other. "Just wanted to call and see how your doing. So, anything happen in Raccoon yet? Watch out for monsters and gimme a call when you get the chance!"

Matt and Gabby told each other everything so he was naturally inclined to tell her what about Rebecca's cryptic comments. He decided that he'd call Gabby when he got home. The last message was from Leon.

"Hey Matt it's Leon. I've packed all my stuff up and I'm heading into town. It'll take me a couple of days to get there, but as soon as I report in I'll come see you guys. Hope everything's going alright with you. If you want to talk or something give me a call; I'll leave my cell on."

Matt was about to do just that when he noticed Cindy walk towards his table with a glass of soda. Suddenly, as she walked a mouse scurried past.

"Oh," She gasped, startled, the glass and the tray fell to the ground with a loud crash. "Oops; I'm sorry." She said embarrassed and with a nervous chuckle.

"It's okay…do you need some help?" Matt asked.

"Nah I got it. I'll be right back." She said as she picked up her tray and walked off.

Matt noticed the woman typing away at her laptop watched the exchange but didn't seem too inclined to help, in fact she sighed, rolled her eyes, and went back to typing.

Cindy left and Matt was going to call Leon back, but he heard an exchange between the two security guards at the bar.

"Aren't you gonna eat anything?" The first one asked, a big, African American man…who looked like he could crush televisions in his bare hands.

The second, an older white guy, looked at his friend blearily…he looked either really drunk or really sick Matt couldn't tell which.

"Hey Bob? Where's your mind at?" The bigger guard asked.

Matt shook his head, then returned his attention to his phone. As the song on the jukebox ended the door to the bar opened slowly. He had started to dial Leon's number but paused in the middle of it as he felt a rather pungent stench assault his nostrils…it seemed somehow…familiar…

"Huh?" The bartender asked, "What a weird customer."

Matt felt his heart sink to his toes and his stomach clench tightly. He recognized the man…he had tattered dread locks, a wrinkled flannel shirt, and ratty jeans on…it was the guy on the street! The guy who had tried to attack him!

He stood in the center of the bar with his head hanging limply…he gurgled quietly to himself and Matt noticed that a thin line of drool was dangling from his mouth. On his chest was a brownish looking stain from where Matt had punched him earlier. The blow would hurt a normal person sure…but Matt hadn't put nearly enough force into his attack to rupture any organs (he didn't even think he had the strength for that)!

"Who is this guy?" The bigger guard asked menacingly as he turned around.

Suddenly, all eyes were on the mysterious newcomer…the bartender walked over to him and stared him down.

"Hey buddy-"

"THAT'S-" Matt began as he started to get out of his seat.

He didn't finish before the man…lunged at the bartender and…bit him! He grabbed onto the employee and chomped hard on his neck…he took two solid bites before the bartender pushed him off.

"WILL!" Cindy screamed.

Everything seemed to happen in slow motion...Matt ran towards the bartender named Will to help but Will had shoved the strange man off and slammed the door behind him. Will's neck had a huge, ragged chunk torn from it…he fell to the ground, and silently…he died.

Matt stood near the window…too paralyzed in fear to do anything before he heard a thud.

"Dammit…" The big guard said…apparently, Bob had just fallen to the floor.

The man in the suit ran towards Bob and explained that he was a doctor. After checking his pulse the doctor pronounced Bob dead due to cardiac arrest.

"Dammit! What the hell's going on!" The woman at her computer asked.

She had abandoned her perch by her laptop and looked around horrified.

"Everyone remain calm! I'm a police officer." The man in the RPD uniform addressed the group with his hands in the air.

"What're we gonna do? What're we gonna do?" The subway worked asked in a panicked voice.

"Shut up for a second!" Matt said angrily as he held his hands up. "We need to call an ambulance I've got a phone."

Matt jogged to his booth and fumbled for his phone…suddenly, he heard a banging against the glass window. Quickly, Matt glanced up and stared into the rotting, undead eyes of some kind of…zombie!
"WHOA!" Matt shouted.

So startled was he that he tried to jump backwards…and wound up falling on his ass. To his horror, he saw a dozen or so of these creatures banging against the glass and on the door.

As Matt fell, everyone turned to see the creatures pounding hungrily on the glass.

"What do they want?" Cindy asked.

"I don't care, all I know is that I don't wanna be around to find out!" Alyssa snapped.

Suddenly, Matt felt a strong arm pull him to his feet…the long haired man in the plumber's uniform.

"You can't afford to be dead weight this early in the game son." He said in a sort of raspy voice.

"We won't last long we gotta get out before-" The doctor named George didn't finish his statement before the door exploded open and a herd of these moaning creatures came out.

Frantically, Matt looked around for an exit…he was about to give up as the creature's shambled closer and closer until he heard the policeman scream, "THERE!"

He turned to see everyone head to a backdoor behind the bar…quickly, Matt followed suit. As he ran towards the exit, the woman's restroom door banged open and the girl he had bumped into earlier (who was now minus the dorky glasses and ho-hum haircut).

"There's-" She began, eyes widened with fear.

"Let's go!" Matt grabbed her hand, and the two ran towards the door…and towards the exit of the bar.

A million thoughts went through Matt's head as he ran with the others…but the root of all of them was always the same.

What in the hell is going on?

As he ran images of the S.T.A.R.S accounts in the mansion and Rebecca's warning rang in his ears…and with a startling finality…Matt realized that these creatures were the zombies that were mentioned by the once prestigious special tactics unit.

This was Umbrella's doing…all of it…and somehow, Matt knew that it was the beginning of the end of something…he just wasn't sure what. As he ran he realized that all that had happened had only taken a few minutes…it seemed like hours…and all this time would culminate into the most trying, exhausting, agonizing turn of events in his whole life.

Author's Note: Okay…keep in mind I'm kind of new at writing zombie scenes and stuff…and with the emotion out of the way, time now for some undisputed action! Thanks to everyone who reviewed…Astral Slayer Asuka, Pinewoodpine, Ashford2ashford, Thunderxtw, and everyone who has been reading! I hope you enjoyed this chapter and PLEASE REVIEW! I'll respond to them next chapter I promise!