Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil, Capcom, or any of it's subsidiaries, here's a quick overview of what happened when I tried;
Me: Hello there Mr. Capcom person, can I have the rights to your game?
Them: BRAAAAAINS…
Me: Well, I'm sorry to waist your time and I…wait… what are you doing you- AAAAAARRRGGHGH… OH GOD! MY ARM! ARRGGGGHHHH-
Anyway, on with the story. I need to lie down right now because I'm kind of woozy, and I'm craving the weirdest foods…
Chapter Six
Selfless Choices
The ride so far had been in extremely high spirits, the school was about half an hour away, the streets were clear and they had plenty of gas. So as apocalyptic car rides go, this one was rather pleasant. Alex was driving and Dan was staring out the window. Cameron was in the back seat watching Dylon as he checked all their guns to make sure the clips were full and that every thing would work if the need were to rise. " Well, this is easy enough, let's turn the radio on, shall we?" Alex said as he reached over to the tuner of the radio.
Click OH GOD… OH MY GOD IT"S EATING MY LEGS! AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH AHH AHH AAAAAHHHHHHHH! Click
Alex held his pose as he turned off the radio, Dylon was completely still as he glanced up from Alex's Remington and Cameron's eyes darted forwards at the radio, Dan seemed to not notice as he continued to stare out the window, "Ummm… well, anyone got a CD?" Alex asked, Cameron reached in his bag and pulled out a blank CD, "Try this," he said as he handed Alex the disk. Alex slid the disk into the drive and pressed play.
DEAD I AM THE ONE, EXTERMINATING SON
SLIPPING THROUGH THE TREES, STRANGLING THE BREEZE
DEAD I AM THE SKY, WATCHING ANGELS CRY
WHILE THEY SLOWLY TURN, CONQUERING THE WORM
DIG THROUGH THE DITCHES
BURN THROUGH THE WITCHES
I SLAM IN THE BACK OF MY, DRAGULA-
Alex, Dan and Dylon all turned slowly and looked at Cameron, "What?" Cameron asked, "It's Rob Zombie… it, ya know, fits" Cameron said timidly. Alex and Dylon looked at each other for a second, shrugged, and began to bang their heads as Alex turned the volume up. Cameron smiled and joined in while Dan sighed and resumed staring out of the window, " Fucking morons…" he said to no one.
Half an hour later they all pulled into the parking lot of El Molino High School and gasped. Secure location was an understatement, this place was a fortress: national guard were posted in almost every conceivable area, they looked up to the rooftops and saw snipers posted up there, many tracing the boys' vehicle as they pulled closer. A man in full combat gear walked up to the driver's side window and tap the window, Alex rolled the window down with a huge grin. "Hello there son, how are you doing there?" the man asked, Alex smiled and said, "Well, considering our situation right now, pretty damn good," he said receiving a couple of laughs from the back, "Ok, boys I'm going to have to ask you some questions, now then, how many of you are there?" "Just us 4." Alex said, "Ok then, have any of been bitten or had open wounds near infected persons." The man asked in a stern tone, Alex looked around before returning his gaze to the man and shaking his head, "Nope, none of us." Alex said, "Regardless you will have to go through a decontamination process. Now then, any firearms?" Alex looked around calmly and turned to Dan " Ok… they are going to take our guns, so give them the rifles, the shotguns, and the spare berretta, but keep your personal arms close and secret alright?" he finished whispering and received nods from all his friends, Alex turned back to the army man and began speaking, "Yes sir, all our firearms are in the back of the truck, but uh… can we get them back?" Alex asked, "I'm afraid not," the man said, "The thing is boys, we need those guns more than you now, in a few hours a swarm of choppers is going to come by and take all civilians to a safe location, then the military will take care of this epidemic. Now then, I'll take your guns and you need to pull up to that tent for de-con." The man turned on his heel and resumed his post.
Alex turned the wheel to the right near the football field where a large tent had been erected, Alex parked the truck near the tent and they all filed out, hid their handguns in a dark patch of grass near the tent, and proceeded inside, where they were taken to stalls separated by white cloth, they were stripped down and examined physically by nurses, a blood test was then administered and nothing was found, there wounds were treated and bandaged and they were released without question. They put their clothes back on and reclaimed, their stash of weapons before heading into the main compound, which really was a combination of the gym, cafeteria, amphitheater and a large, fenced off section of the football field. As Alex looked around he saw a few soldiers chalking out large circles for the soon arriving helicopters, he also saw several people arriving and entering the de-contamination tent and also families walking around scared and tired all trying to get inside, and Alex could see why. On the outside of the fence, were hundreds of the creatures, all clawing and scraping at the thick iron bar and chain linked combination fence, also the repeated gunshots of snipers and military personal as they opened fire on the creatures from the other side of the fence, repeatedly hurling grenades in an explosive rain of dirt, blood and body parts, Alex started breathing heavily, as Dylon turned to the side and retched at the horrible sight. It was like watching a war documentary on TV, only they were in it, the smell and the horrible things occurring less then 100 yards away from them was more then enough coaxing to get all 4 of them to run inside for shelter.
Inside the cafeteria the situation was less gruesome, but just as saddening, the dampened sound of gunfire and the thump of the grenades and the horrible moaning of the creatures outside set the mood of the room, crowding around for company were families and friends, children crying as their mothers tried to soothe them from the horror outside. Cameron tried not to notice as he picked a spot in the corner for them to set up their temporary camp. They all went to get some food out of the cafeteria's kitchen before settling down for the few hours. "Hey Cameron, did you grab the radio?" Dan asked, Cameron thought for a second before reaching into his bag and pulling out the wind-up military radio and spinning the hand crank. A crowd was beginning to form around them as they saw these boys had a radio and these people were curious as to their situation. Cameron clicked the dial before stopping at channel 5 and listening in.
Click, kshhh ksh West side is clear, snipers have managed to pick off all remaining creatures with no fatalities, south end report, over.
Ksh south end is the same, there's still hundreds pushin' on that fence but it's holding, we're also setting up some land mines and another, inner fence to be sure, over.
Ksh Good, good, we have a good view of the-
Ksh kshhhhh, Please, oh please, I hear people on the line, please help us…
Ksh, What the? This is a secure line civilian!
Ksh, I know I know, but please help us, we're trying to get to the extraction site, but we've been boxed in by a hundred of these zombies at that central office at Covey Road!
Ksh, Sir, they are not zombies they are merely infected with-
Ksh I don't care what they are! We need help! Please you're the army!
Ksh Sir we, uhh, we'll try…
Ksh Try? TRY! What talk is that? Help us, please god, HELP US!
Click.
As the line went dead Alex, Cameron, Dylon and Dan all looked around nervously as the spectators murmured amongst themselves. Alex got up and headed back outside to cross over to the amphitheater, which was where the army men had set up their communications hub. Alex stormed past the two guards as they turned around quickly to grab him, but Alex was too fast. He slipped away from them and walked up too a very important looking man, the military figure turned around to reveal several medals gleaming on his chest, the man had a stern face that was covered by a 5' o'clock shadow and the thick cigar in his mouth that spread pungent fumes around the room, lighting the man's face up in a creepy orange glow. The man's nametag said "J. Foster" and on his shoulder he bore the shield-like insignia of an Army Commander.
"Sir, I suspect you heard what was on that radio?" Alex asked in a stern tone, Alex was in the JROTC in his classes and he knew what he was doing was a big mistake. The guards had by then caught up with Alex and his friends had just burst through the doors. But Alex was oblivious to them and didn't notice until the guards, grabbed him by the arms and moved towards the door. But then the commander raised his hand up and the guards stopped moving. Alex broke away from them and looked at commander Foster dead in the eyes. "The Distress call you heard on our channel was from a nearby area." The commander spoke in a gruff voice, as his persona would suggest, " A rescue mission has been considered, but it is decided it would be a waste of manpower." Alex was furious, "Waste? WASTE! There are helpless people trapped by those things while you're in here considering." Alex said with a sneer, the man looked at Alex before simply reminding him that the rescue helicopters were nearly here, then simply waved him and his friends out of the door.
Alex stormed out of the amphitheater and back into the cafeteria. "Uhhh, Alex" Dylon asked, Alex didn't listen. But proceeded to grab a large storage box and climbed up on it. "Listen up" Alex yelled into the crowd of survivors, but only two or three turned to look at him when he yelled. " LISTEN THE FUCK UP!" Alex screamed into the crowd. That got their attention, " Now that I have your attention, I know you all heard that radio report, there are survivors out there, and the military is doing nothing about it, I'm going to help them." This received many gasps from the crowd and a "no fucking way" from Dylon, "Now then," Alex said, "do we have any volunteers? " Alex said, Immediately, Dan and Cameron walked up beside Alex, Dylon looked around the room nervously before looking up at the ceiling and mouthing" Why me?" before joining the rest of his friends, Alex smiled and looked back up, "Is there anyone else?" Alex asked. All of the remaining people all looked around at each other before looking away or down at the ground sheepishly, " I'll help ya." A voice broke through the crowd. Alex stood on his toes to see a man breaking a swathe through the crowd, waving a gun in the air before showing himself at the front. The man it seemed was no older then Dan at first glance, he was a black guy, about 5"10' Alex was about to ask his name, until from his side he heard Dan yell, "Richard, you son of a bitch!" Dan cried with a smile, "Dan, is that you?" He said as he walked closer to get a better look, Dan hopped off the storage crate and jogged up to Richard, they slapped each others hands, forming a tight fist with it, "Richard, I think this is the first time I've seen you at school," Dan said with a smile. Richard smiled and squeezed a little tighter before they let go. "OK look, I got the fuck up here and I'm considering getting down, so let's just go." Dylon said angrily. Alex nodded and the three of them hopped off the crate and moved towards the door, Dan and Richard followed and they all continued out the door and across the grounds, passed the de-con tent, got in the truck and proceeded to the secure exit. The soldier from before ran in front of their car, waving and shouting, Alex rolled down his window and calmly turned to the soldier, "Boy, why in the hell are you leaving!" the man asked in a rushed tone, "Uhh we're going to help those survivors." Alex said matter-of-factly, "Boy, if you leave, and the choppers get here, we are leaving without you!" the man yelled, spit flying everywhere. "WHAT!" Dylon yelled, trying to force open the door, Alex turned on the child proof locks and slowly turned to the soldier as Richard and Cameron attempted to subdue the struggling Dylon, "We don't care if you leave, oh and… one more thing, DON'T FUCKING CALL ME BOY!" Alex said, as he pressed down on the pedal and the car roared away from the dumbfounded soldier.
After a 5-minute drive, Alex and his crew reached the small, 2-story building that was supposed to house the survivors, if any left. In the car ride, Alex had learned a little more about Richard. He was an 18-year-old black guy who had escaped to the school after his friend had tried to bite him and chased him down a street for 10 minutes, until Richard had found a crashed squad car and stole a .9mm Glock 17 out of the glove box and put several rounds into his friends chest. Richard then ran away, heard the news reports, and went to the safe area. Right now they faced a different situation: crowding around the house were not hundreds, more like 50, of the reanimated, already several were slowly ambling towards the car arms outstretched, grasping at air and the meat they were hoping to obtain. Inside the building they could see flickering firelight out of the second story window. Alex put the car in reverse and left the sight of the zombies and the building.
"Ok… we need a plan" Alex said as he paced around the outside of the truck, Alex had backed out to a hill overlooking the building that the survivors were holed up in. Richard was sitting in the bed of the truck and Dylon and Cameron were on the roof keeping guard, Dan got off the bed of the truck and looked toward the building, heaving a heavy sigh and crossing his arms. He wanted to help these people, but he was second guessing Alex himself, "I've got it!" came an ecstatic cry from behind Dan, he turned around to see Alex waving him over eagerly to discuss his genius plan "Ok", Alex started "Dylon and Richard, you guy's take the truck, Richard, you drive and Dylon, you sit in the bed and pick them off with your Beretta's, we'll leave you the bag with all the extra ammo, you'll drive past and pelt the creatures leading them away like a pied piper from hell, then me, Cameron and Dan will go inside, rescue the survivors and load them in the bed of the truck, if there is anymore, then we'll hot wire one of those vans, you know how to, right Cam?" Alex asked, looking at Cameron, "Huh, oh yeah, you got it," Cameron said flashing a thumbs-up. " OK then… let's go."
Dan: well Alex, that's a pretty good chapter
Alex: BRAAAAIIIIINNNNNS
Dan: Holy-shit… (Pulls out shotgun)
BLAAM!
Dan: Oh God Damnit… well off to the cloning machine…again.
(Drags off headless Body)
Aaaaaaaaaaaaand scene… read and review, bitches.