Note: This is a story based on the Xbox 360 game "Dead Rising" by Capcom. This story is fictional and is not the official Dead Rising story line. This is merely a fan fiction story based on the game.
DEAD RISING
Chapter 2
I pulled up to a parking spot and decided to defiantly clean off the bloodstain on my car. But there was nothing I could use to clean it off, so I had no choice but to leave it as it was. Just my luck, huh?
Anyway, after a rough start with my job, I made my way into the mall. As always, the mall was alive with busy people within. Families shopping for clothes, kids hanging around, people eating at the food court – everything was so normal. Maybe a little too normal… it was as if no one had heard there was a murder here.
Maybe it was very recent and not everyone hear about the murder case? Whatever the reason, I had to find out what the murder was and where it was.
I remembered hearing about the woman that got bitten by the crazy man I had run over, so I decided to find a mall cop and ask him where the murder had happened.
I looked over to the shops in front of me. Radio Shack, Neiman Marcus, Best Buy… I decided that there was probably an official in Neiman Marcus.
The place was deserted. No one was in the store at all. And, once again, I was confused and intrigued for the third or fourth time today.
I went to a counter to see if anyone that worked here was even available. After looking around for about five minutes, I gave up and decided to try going to a new store.
I wondered if maybe the murder actually occurred in the Neiman Marcus and that the store was forbidden to enter at the time.
Anyway, whatever the reason didn't matter at the time. I tried to find the exit to the store and try the Best Buy. Maybe someone could fill me in about what the hell was going on.
Strange… Best Buy was just was desolate as Neiman Marcus. I was really starting to get confused. Both stores are relatively large and both were as empty as air. So what's the deal?
I tried the Radio Shake. Same as the others… no one to be seen in the stores. What was going on? The mall seemed busy, yet no one was in any stores.
Foot Locker? No one. EB Games? No one. Spencer's? Still… no one.
Next I tried Staples. I entered the store and went directly to customer support. And, not surprisingly, no one was there.
I gave up. Forget this, I thought. I couldn't though because I was on a job.
I decided to go upstairs in the Staples. The lights weren't on but since it was daytime and the windows were open I could see pretty well. I saw a bunch of desks and computers. I remember calling to see if anyone was there.
To my surprise, I saw someone in the darkness. I was glad to know that someone was here. I called to him again and got his attention and he began to walk towards me.
He was stumbling though as if he were drunk. I quickly realized that this person was not an employee or an official. Someone probably snuck up here and started drinking.
The guy kept walking toward me though. He was a large man and knocked over a few trash bins and chairs as he attempted to reach me. I took a few steps back though and thought about running away, but I didn't.
When the man was about ten feet away, I could see that he was bleeding severely. His shirt was drenched and his pants were tore up. Instantly I recalled the man that I hit by the car looked very similar to this man. His skin was clammy and purple and his eyes were looking directly up to his brain.
Quickly, I ran back to the elevator to get back downstairs to alert the police. But I could see more crazed people downstairs blocking my way. If I went down there, they might try to hurt me. But if I stay up here, this other crazy person might hurt me as well.
I had no choice but to stay up here.
I ran away from the fat man that was chasing me as fast as I could. I kept my eyes on him though, so I collided into someone in front of me and knocked him down.
It was another bloody, clammy purple person! As it hit the ground, it made a sickening undead cry.
I immediately got up and ran away from this thing now. But as my eyes had adjusted to the darkness, I could see now that there were more people!
Oh my God, I thought. There are psychopaths everywhere. I'm dead, without a doubt.
Just then, I heard a scream. I saw far away that a man was fighting one of these beasts. The thing bit into the man's neck and the man tried to pull him away, but it was no use.
I couldn't see very well, so I took my camera that I had wrapped around my neck and used it to zoom in and check out what was happening.
The sight was sickening. The man was desperately fighting to become free. I then realized I should take a picture of this while I was at it. I snapped the photo so if I made it out of here alive, I could write a report about what happened.
The man fell to the floor, dead. Horrific, I thought. But there's nothing I could have done about it.
I took another picture of the dead man.
After a few more pictures, something amazing happened. It was something completely unimaginable. As if he was put to sleep, the body woke up and sat itself upwards.
I could feel my heart sink. This dead man just got up! Conquering my fear, I took a few pictures of the dead man getting up.
It had become one of them! One of the insane people!
Just then, I spotted another person hiding under a desk. The previously attacked person that was now somehow possessed spotted the woman hiding beneath the desk and bit her!
It was totally, utterly unbelievable. There was nowhere to hide but under a desk in the Staples store I was in at the time. Quickly and recklessly, I jumped under the desk in hopes that no one heard me. I gathered myself as quickly as possible and there I sat, cold and disoriented, just waiting for a hand to grab me.
I finally gathered the courage and peeked out from under the desk to check my surroundings. The lights were off, but it wasn't very dark. I could see figures walking aimlessly in the darkness.
After coming back under the desk, I took out my notepad and pen and began to write about the events that had just occurred.
Day 1 – The day I came here was the worst day of my life. I'll admit it, it was a big mistake.
I'm a wartime photojournalist. I've seen it all – horror, famine, death – the real stuff in nightmares. At least that's what I thought… That was until I saw a corpse get up, walk, and kill.
You probably think I'm nuts. The dead getting up and walking? Zombies. I'm not nuts though. Right now, if things go well, I may get my hands on a real story or something. It's not like you hear about too many zombie stories in the news these days.
So I guess there's only two things left to do. One, dump every zombie I can, and two, survive until help arrives.