The River's Nightmare
By Alex Barbour
Chapter 2…Old Reunions, new beginnings
I do not own anything involving Resident Evil or Capcom; it's WAY too much effort!
Alex woke up slowly from his nap and realized it was already dark; he took a quick glance at his watch, the luminescent face told him it was just past 8:00, he figured that his Dad would already have dinner going. As Alex walked out of his room he noticed a horrible smell, like that of rotting meat, moving slowly around the corner and praying to god that the smell was not his dinner. He heard a grunt and then a crash, followed by a terrifying moan, like the wind, but seeming from a physical body. As Alex dashed into the kitchen, he saw his father wrestling with a man who appeared to be deeply wounded, the man was covered in blood and deep gash wounds, the smell was strong in the kitchen, making Alex gag.
"Dad, are you okay?" Alex asked in a hurried tone. "Alex, you need to get out of here, NOW!" Alex's father said. He was now pinned under the man who now appeared to be trying to bite Alex's father's neck. "But Da-" Alex started to say.
"ALEX! JUST-ugh-GO!" Alex looked horrified as he ran out towards the car, just as he burst through the door he grabbed the keys off the hook and ran for his dad's old Station wagon but as he ran he glanced to his left to see a woman in torn clothes that were stained black in the night, move towards him slowly, Moaning and reaching for him.
As Alex stared at the woman he started towards her " Ma'am…. are you ok?" Alex asked in a shaky tone, the women replied with an eerie moan. And Alex somehow knew that this woman had threatening intentions and was as much a threat as the man still inside attacking his father, as he looked around for a way to defend him-self. Panicking, Alex made a dash for his father's tool shed; looking around he grasped the nearest thing, a steel crowbar, and turned to face the woman, who was much closer at this time, swallowing his chivalrous side, he turned the crowbar to it's blunt end and slammed it into the woman's midsection, she let out a wheeze and stumbled backwards, then she simply looked back up and resumed shuffling towards him. Putting his queries aside, Alex ran up to her and began pounding the crowbar against her chest, he heard sickening cracks and took a step back, he was sure he had just broken about every rib in her chest, and she seemed to not even have noticed that her body was seriously injured. Alex hesitated just as the woman lunged forward at him; Alex stepped to the side and swung the hooked end into the small of her back, cutting into her spine. He wrenched his crowbar out of the women's blood covered back and she began to spasm and convulse on the ground, which left Alex to wonder. Why isn't she dead? He decided he didn't want to know, spun the crowbar in his hands, and stabbed the straight edge into the back of her head, causing a geyser of blood to spray across Alex's face which caused the woman to stop twitching.
Alex drove down into the town of occidental and began to think about the night's events. He felt guilty about abandoning his father, but if he could handle one of those…things, then why couldn't his father? Alex put the thought's aside as he noticed that all the stores were empty, and the town was full of people, all creating chaos in different parts of the once peaceful town, some were fighting, others were running and many were simply on their knee's and crying, many lay in the middle of the road, not moving. As Alex watched in horror, one of the people that appeared dead sat up with a jolt and turned to face his car. The man, or what had once been a man, got up on his feet and began to stumble towards Alex's car, arms outstretched and eyes glazed white, in a sense that can only be described as a B-movie "Night of the living dead" style gait. Alex decided to not find out what might happen if he stuck around. He gunned the engine and left occidental. Alex tried the radio, but to no avail. He only got static on every station.
About half an hour later Alex found himself driving alongside the river near the small town of Forestville. After realizing where he was, he decided he might as well check if Dan was ok. Alex put the car into reverse to do a three-point turn, but as Alex's side was exposed, a car came barreling out of nowhere. Alex fumbled for his seatbelt, unlocked it, rolled out the door and ran. Alex caught a glimpse of two people fighting in the advancing car before it collided with his own. The resulting explosion sent Alex reeling down the hill and he fell, face forward onto the beach next to the river. He lay there for a few minutes, fading in and out of consciousness before realizing his situation and jolting up with a start. Alex stumbled over to the water and began washing off his face. He wiped his brow clean and looked across the river. It seemed so peaceful; Alex began to ponder his next move. He noticed a dark round shape bobbing out pf the water and slowly move towards him. Alex then noticed another dark shape, and another, and yet another. In all there appeared to be a dozen dark shapes. Thoroughly worried now, Alex took a step back and watched in horror as what appeared to have once been a bum, rose out of the water and let out a hiss, which seemed to signal all the other shapes to rise and let out other forms of moans, hisses and screams. Alex turned around stumbling over himself, as he sprinted back up to the road he saw his crowbar laying on the pebbly beach. Alex grabbed it and ran back up the hill to the road. As he stood on the road he feared the end hearing the once normal people quickly gaining on him, and then he saw another car barreling down the lane like a bat outta hell. He ran to the middle of the road, arms outstretched, trying to stop the car, in a last ditch attempt to survive. Or possibly die anyway
Dan was to say the least freaked out, getting out of his home past that, that, CREATURE was still beyond him. As he drove down the road away from his house, he spaced out, replaying the event in his head. When the power went out he had looked around for some way out, the drop from his bedroom window was far too high, and that thing was on the other side of the door. So Dan did the only thing that he could think of. He grabbed his medieval broadsword he had received as a present from his father, kicked open the door and swung at the creature's neck. He saw the blade enter its neck, but as he looked at the weapon in his hand, he did not see the blade. Looking back up at the beast, Dan saw that his sword had cut through half of the creature's neck but had broken before it could go all the way through, but what scared Dan the most was that the creature was still alive though it was on the floor twitching. Dan decided he must have ruptured the thing's spinal cord, but it wasn't dead, so Dan decided to finish the job. He got on his knees and began to pound the creature's head with the sword's hilt. Blood sprayed everywhere and Dan could feel the creature's head caving in. When the monster stopped twitching, Dan stepped back to look at his handiwork, and then remembering that this was a national crisis, he decided the best course of action would be to run from his home. He ran downstairs to the kitchen, grabbed the car keys, and walked outside, careful to avert his gaze from the bloody, half-eaten corpse of his mother. Dan dashed to the car, literally jumped in the driver's seat, and drove away.
Suddenly, Dan saw a dark shape in the middle of the road. He quickly decided that it must be another lunatic like they reported on the news. He thought he might try and talk some sense into him, but decided better against it, put the pedal to the metal and pulled forward at 80 mph. But then he saw that this person was moving like a normal human being, and that it was motioning him to stop. At the last second Dan slammed on the brake and smacked his head on the steering wheel. Stopping only 1 foot from the person. Dan looked up groggily and his eyes widened as he saw whom it was.
Alex watched in horror as the car, instead of slowing down, accelerated towards him at an alarming rate. But instead of running, Alex held his ground, the car heading right for him, and the all too close moans coming from those lunatics that rose out of the river. Alex was literally frozen with fear. Alex shut his eyes tight and waited for the end. But just then, the car slam on the brakes and the bumper come to a stop only a foot from Alex's knees. As Alex slowly opened his eyes he saw who was driving the car.
"HI Alex!" Dan said in an exited tone " glad to see ya, umm… what are you doin' here?" Dan asked stupidly, "DOOR-NOW!" Alex yelled as he ran to the driver's side of the car. Dan opened the door and scooted over to the passenger seat as Alex jumped in and slammed the door closed. "Alex, what's the rush?" Dan asked quizzically. Alex didn't reply, but just looked out the driver's window and reverted his gaze forward. Dan leaned forward to take a glance out the driver's side window. He wished he hadn't, because stumbling towards them was a homeless man, only this man had glazed over eyes, was stumbling towards them, and had no stomach. Dan saw that the man's whole midsection was torn out, leaving small remnants of his entrails, still hanging on the body was the man's intestine, spewing greenish yellow pus with each step. "Oh fuc-" Dan started to say just as Alex pounded on the gas and the car roared away from the hellish threat.
"Well this is just fucking great what do I do now, Oh by the way, thanks for the rescue there Dan." Alex said as he looked over to his friend, Dan didn't reply and Alex could tell he was deep in thought. Alex shifted his attention back to the road, avoiding some scattered wreckage, for 5 minutes the trip went in complete silence until Dan leaned forward and switched on the radio.
Ksh Kshshshshshshs click is it... Is it on yet? Yes oh okay coughCough This is to anyone who can here me these, lunatics, that have been attacking people across the nation aren't human, as far as we can tell they are in fact the walking dead, I know it sounds crazy but you have to believe me, they transfer some kind of toxin when they bite, after being bitten you have about 20 hours to live and then you'll die or sort of… about 3 hours after you "die" you will, will uh, uh rise back up and be one of them they can't be killed we tried shooting them and cutting them in half but, but they just keep coming, I'm not joking My name is Thomas Marrin and I'm here in the Santa Rosa radio station to transmit this message and please, PLEASE I can here them on the other side of this door we have children here with us for god sakes and.. What? WHAT? Oh god someone help us they're breaking in oh please god help us…. click
Well that's chapter 2 I hope you enjoyed it please review or flame I don't really care I just love attention! Mwahahahahahaha (it's that gay rich dude in code veronica Myes mwayayayaya!)