Sorry for the delayed update… I was careless of my time, and wasted most of it doing absolutely nothing…
Well, actually, I played a lot of Resident Evil Rebirth… Maybe too much… I beat Chris' story on Hard Mode (dying only twice!), and started Jill's story on Hard Mode. Why? I don't know…
Anyway… Nobody commented on the prologue. Now, I don't know if that's good or bad. I would appreciate if I can get any feedback of the prologue… Any… I don't care if you tell me it's down right awful, and you printed it out and used it as a piece of toilet paper to –
Err…
So, yeah… I liked the outcome of this chapter… Unlike Chapter Six, Cyram helped me out with his lines and some of his actions. Some of the stuff he says is completely unnatural (and considered incorrect in my mind), but he insisted that's the way he speaks… So, if you have any complaints, talk to him.
But, like Chapter Six, I was the only editor.
Read… Review… All that jazz… I'll try to get another chapter up quick…
(Author notes at end…)
We played campaign mode for about an hour and a half, beating around a fourth of the game on the second hardest difficulty. It wasn't as tough as it sounds, since we were both veterans at the game. However, we were mainly messing around. You know, blowing up the Marines, killing each other in funny ways, searching for the many Easter eggs the game held… Stuff like that. I was looking to have fun rather than trying really hard and being serious about it. This was extremely rare of me… As I normally take everything I do seriously. Just one of the many traits I have that are considered bad by many people.
However, the enjoyable times during our gaming session were ruined by the vast gun shots heard in the background every so often. I wasn't sure if Cyram had heard them, but I knew for a fact that Lindsay had heard them. Every time I heard one of those gun shots, I had looked up at Lindsay, who was resting on the couch while we were playing the game. Her eyes would open really wide with every shot. It wasn't like the gun shots sounded like the gun shots in the video game. No, they were much louder and more realistic sounding compared to the futuristic guns seen in the video game. However, it's been about fifteen minutes or so since I had heard a gun shot…
It was 8:43 P.M now… My worry wart for Colomb was about to explode… I couldn't stand it. My heart wanted to call him up, and see if he would answer, but my brain says that he is either unconscious or is unable to talk right now. Listen, you told him to call you and he said that he would. There must be a pretty damn good reason why your best friend wouldn't call you in a major time of need for him… He'll be alright…
No matter how bad my conscience tried to convince me that he would make it, the only thought going through my mind was seeing Colomb's zombie-like face behind the barrel of my revolver. How would I do it? I wouldn't be able to… I wouldn't let anyone else shoot him, either. I wouldn't be able to live likethat… How could I watch my best friend get gunned down right before my eyes and not do anything about it? Yeah, he obviously wouldn't the same person as he was before… But… It's just the principal of seeing him lose all life right before my eyes… You can't think about that now… You have two people who are pure right now in your home, depending on you… That's what your focus should be on right now. Yes, keeping Colomb in your mind is obviously the right thing to do… But forgetting about everything else is the definitely the wrong thing to do.
I saved the game data for HALO Four… We would probably play later on tonight or tomorrow, pending on the situation at hand.
"Well… That was fun," I said, turning off the XBOX.
"Yea, I guess so," Cyram said, putting his controller down on the table in front of him. I unhooked the wires going into the plasma and the electrical plug, and put the XBOX back into it's rightful place in the display case. I took my controller, along with Cyram's, and put them in their places, too.
"Well… What now?" I asked, shutting the display case and getting up from my kneeling position. Cyram sat there with a puzzled look on his face for a moment. A look of thought. "Movie?" I asked, trying to help him out.
"Sounds good. I will go take a look at your movie selection, than," he said.
"Right where they were last night," I said, pointing at the display case under the plasma. I moved out of the way, as he got up and went straight towards the display case. He opened it up, and began scanning along the three rows of movies that I owned. I had about fifty or so movies, most were old ones that I enjoyed when I was a teenager. I haven't liked many movies that were being produced now, since they were all basically about the same topics. The only difference being different characters and dialogues and, sometimes, different jokes.
"Well... I've sorta, kinda seen all of these before," Cyram said, shutting the display case and rising from his crouch position.
"Bah… You are allowed to re-watch movies, you know," I said to him. If he didn't want to watch a movie, he was going to want to watch the news.
"Yea, I know… But I don't feel like watching any of those," he said, pointing down at the display case.
"Alright, alright… Do you have any better suggestions?" I asked him. 'Yeah, I want to watch the news!'
"Hmph... Well then… How about the news?" he asked. Knew it!
"Do we have to?" I rhetorically asked him.
"Well, we don't actually have to, in the end it is up to you, hence you are the owner of the house," he said.
"Yeah, yeah…," I said. I looked down at Lindsay, remembering what she said. 'I don't suggest watching the news with him… Unless he really, really wants to.' "Alright… We'll watch it," I said, sitting down next to Lindsay. She scooted over to her right slightly as I sat down next to her, leaving room for Cyram.
"Well, than… Okay," Cyram said, sitting down next to me. I grabbed the remote, which was resting on the table in front of us. Just as I was going to hit the input button, I heard a slight tapping on the roof. Similar tapping noises were heard against the windows, and the side of the house. I handed the remote to Lindsay, and got off of the couch to go inspect outside.
I pushed the curtains slightly out of the way, and noticed just how dark it was outside. It was nearly pitch black, and I could only see because the street lights were on. It was raining outside. Not a complete down pour, but a little more than a drizzle. The SWAT truck was still parked right outside of the house, but I couldn't see any SWAT members patrolling the streets. This could be because it was too dark and they weren't visible, or because they weren't patrolling the streets.
"What's the matter?" Lindsay quietly asked.
"It's raining," I said, putting the curtains back and returning to my seat. The perfect horror story…
"Don't worry about it," she said, just as I sat down. Agreed.
"Right," I said. She handed the remote back to me, and I turned on the local news channel. The anchors were currently talking about world events. Nothing about zombies or the like. However, on the bottom information bar, it said a special report on the zombie massacre would be coming up at nine. Nine o'clock seemed to be the time where the news would have their big time reports. I don't know why they had this sudden movement, but that's just the way it is. The time was now 8:52 P.M. Eight more minutes... Wonder why they called it a massacre… Hopefully, they were over exaggerating like with the Boston Massacre…
"Well, anyone gotta use the bathroom?" I asked, nearly laughing out loud at myself. Whenever I used a history reference, I always seemed to find it funny… Even if it was to myself.
"No."
"Nope," Lindsay and Cyram said, nearly in unison.
"Alright… I must," I said, getting off of the couch. I walked out of the living room, and entered the bathroom. I closed the door completely, before I turned the light on, which was a very rare practice of me. I quickly relieved myself, and went back into the living room. Sitting down in my seat, I noticed that not even a minute went by, and they started to talk about the weather. The weatherman that was talking was probably the only news caster that I abhorred. He had thick, lack hair, with his brown eyes behind a pair of normal sized glasses. His skin was slightly tanned, and he was a little shorter than I.
I hated him because he would go on and talk about things that had nothing to deal with the weather, tell really corny jokes that don't even make me smirk, and just be an overall asshole. I rarely listened to what he was actually saying, and just looked at the background. According to the chart, it's not supposed to stop raining until tomorrow. Thunderstorms were at a seventy-five percent chance. The rain would start getting harder quickly. Flood warnings are low, but we should be aware. Son of a… Well, like you always say, the weathermen are wrong more times than they are right… I mean, you think today, with all the modern technology they have, they would get at least get it right fifty percent of the time… Right? Nope. Well, hopefully Mr. Asshole is wrong yet again.
"With all this rain, maybe the zombies will go away!" the weatherman said as his final statement before he let the other two anchors take over. Immediately, he began doing his loud cackle after one of his 'jokes'. The anchors let out a really, really forced chuckle. The male anchor, however, had a look of disgust on his face.
"Alright, that's all that we have for you on the world events and weather. Now, we will be having an hour long report on just what is happening around town. See you tomorrow," the female anchor said. They immediately cut to a commercial break, which should be short, seeing how it is 8:59 P.M. We sat in silent anticipation, as the minute went on. I was staring at the clock, waiting for it to turn. A sound of thunder and a flash of lighting broke the silent anticipation, making Lindsay nearly jump off of the couch.
"That was – " Lindsay was cut off by the sudden darkness that covered us all. Another sound of thunder and the flashing lights of lighting filled my senses. Everything was dark…
"What… The… Fuck…?" Cyram said, nearly screaming it.
"Okay… Okay… I have a flashlight somewhere in my room," I said aloud. I was really thinking to myself. Lindsay was muttering 'oh my God, oh my God' really fast to herself. The sound of thunder and a quick flash of lighting filled my senses yet again, and I could see that everything in the living room was the same. "Okay… I'm going to go try to find the flashlight… You two stay here," I said to them. It was quite obvious that they probably wouldn't of came with me, anyway…
"Please hurry," Lindsay said, as I got up off of the couch. I knew the dimensions of the house pretty damn well, since I nearly designed the entire house myself. I could navigate through this house with a blind fold. But, it's just the thought of what I could bump into that made my heart nearly jump out of my chest. Along with the rapid increase of my heart beats, I started to sweat, though it was quite cold in the house. For precautionary reasons, I pulled the revolver out of left pocket, holding it with my left hand and having the barrel point straight to the ground. I took a step forward, and my knee collided with the table. This made a slight banging noise, and I heard Lindsay gasp.
"That was me… Don't worry," I said reassuringly to the two of them. I heard a slight sigh of relief, as I turned my body left, not taking another step foot forward. Another flash of lighting lit up the room for a second. I could quickly grasp that the basement door was open, along with the bathroom door. The two doors being open completely blocked the path. I would have to close at least one of them to get to the bedroom. Well… That's going to be a pain in the ass…
I had also noticed that there was nothing in front of me, for another three or so steps. I took one step forward, raising my right arm straight out just incase I had miscalculated. I took another step forward, and began feeling around for the doorway. I reached out my left arm, still holding the revolver, but all the I could feel was the air. I felt as if I were exiled to a dark, wall-less room. Nothing…
Some of the sweat started to trickle down my cheek. With my left hand, I began to brush as much I as I could off. I took a small step to my left, and I raised my left arm out to the side, feeling for the wall. The gun made a slight clank, as it collided with the edge of the doorway. I didn't hear a gasp this time, so I didn't bother saying anything. Another flash of lighting filled the house. I noticed that I was standing directly in the doorway, and the two open doors were five feet or so in front of me.
I took two very quick steps forward, and stopped, as I felt the basement door with my right hand. I struggled to find the handle of the door, searching all over for it. Another flash of lighting filled the room, and I noticed that I was no where near the handle. Right when I grabbed the handle, I heard the door downstairs creek open. Err…?
I stood as still as a deer in headlights. I could feel more sweat trickling down my face. To my knowledge, the cellar doors weren't open. There was no other way into the basement that we wouldn't have seen. I stood here a moment, staring down the darkened stair way. C'mon, lighting… Flash… C'mon… Actually, it would probably be better for you not to know what is down there until you get the flashlight…
I could of sworn I heard footsteps going across the floor. I wasn't sure if this was my imagination, or if there was something actually down there... Waiting… Staring up at me with a smile on his face. Maybe an assassinator with a pair of night vision goggles, looking at my face through the scope on his sniper rifle, snickering at me. Shut the hell up and close the door…
I quickly closed the door, not letting it slam, and put the chain lock on it silently, not wanting to get the others startled. A brushed off the sweat on my face with my shirt. Just when I finished doing this, another flash of lighting filled the room. Oh… Thanks, Mother Nature… Right on time!
However, I did notice that I could get to my bedroom without closing the bathroom door. So, I walked forward with my right arm out, waiting for it to touch the wall. I walked quite quickly, compared to before. My finger tips felt the wall after about three steps. I turned to the right, facing into the doorway of my bedroom. My guess would be that the bed was ten steps away, but there was always a margin for error…
Another flash of lighting filled the house. I noticed that curtains on the windows were messed up. Umm… Didn't you spot that Lindsay fixed them up earlier…? Hmm… First, we got weird noises coming from the basement, and next we got messed up curtains. Well… The only argument other than an intruder in your house would be that Lindsay was in here for an extensive period of time arranging her clothes and other valuables from her suitcases. But, it's not like Cyram or you came back in… Hmm… Interesting…
Another flash of lighting struck, and I could clearly see the rest of the bedroom. My guess was that the flashlight was in a difficult spot to get it: Buried somewhere in the nightstand. You really should of considered putting a flashlight in every room, or carrying one of those small ones on you at all times… Either that, or having that battery powered flashlight on your revolver… That would have been sweet…
I put my right arm out, feeling for the bed. I lowered my hand up to about where my knees are. I took six small and slow steps, still feeling around for the bed. Another flash of lighting filled the room, and I noticed that the bed was an inch or two away from my fingertips.
Just as I put my hand on the bed, I heard a slight creaking from the basement stairs. I grabbed the blankets on the bed tightly, and squeezed hard. It's just your mind playing with you… Just get the damn flashlight…
A drop of sweat trickled off of my face, and landed on the bed. I heard another creak on the steps, this one sounded as if it was on the top step. What I really wanted to do was open the basement door, and see if it was my mind or if it was the real thing. A real intruder, whether it be a zombie or a human. There was no way that it was a zombie, now that I think of it. I hadn't heard any moans, and it would have been banging on the door by now. Also, it showed its intelligence by not moving much when I was looking down the stairs, although he probably wouldn't be able to see in the dark, either.
Regardless of what was behind that door, I rolled across the bed. Seeing as I've done this so many times, I could time it so perfectly that I wouldn't even need to see to do so. I got off of the bed, and crouched down next to the nightstand, brushing off more sweat with my shirt. It was quite hotter in this room than what it was in the hallway. Perhaps a window was open in the kitchen or something?
There were three drawers on the nightstand. I don't remember which one held the flashlight, however. I put the revolver down on the bed, and I felt for the handles of the drawers. I had felt each of the three handles, but I went with my first guess: The top drawer.
I opened it up as far as it would go, and I began rummaging through it. I began to feel a variety of pens and pencils and some other objects that I couldn't make out. A flash of lighting quickly lit up the room. The flashlight was nowhere to be seen inside of the first drawer.
I moved my hand down a couple of inches, and pulled the second drawer fully open. I was nearly praying for lighting to strike down, as I started to move through the drawer. I felt a variety of notepads, papers, and other old collectables that I had in there. Apparently, the flashlight was in the third drawer…
Suddenly, I started to think about the noise I have been making. The possible intruder could have gotten out of the basement by now. Yes, I did chain the door, but it was extremely easy to take the chain off from the other side of the door. A zombie, however, wouldn't be able to figure that out. There is no intruder!
The front doors blasted open. I heard Lindsay screaming, and voices talking under her screams. I grabbed the revolver, and jumped over the bed, ready for anything. From the hallway, I could spot a number of flashlights moving all around the wall. This provided me with some light, as I walked through the hallway. I noticed that the basement door was shut, but the chain was hanging loosely off the lock. Son of a… I guess there was an intruder…
I held the gun out straight, as I made my way over towards the living room. It was obvious that humans were in the living room and not zombies or monsters. I had three bullets in the chamber, and the knife was in the hands of Cyram. Lindsay had little to no combat skills. Alright… How are you going to do this… Don't try to be a Rambo type figure, and dive across the hallway, shooting three bullets in and killing eight guys… Be practical.
Lindsay suddenly stopped her screams. I could hear someone sweet talking to her. I couldn't make out exactly what they were saying, but I believe I heard something along the lines of, "Don't worry, we aren't here to hurt you. Are you alright?" This led me to believe that it was the SWAT team, but I could never be so sure. Just pop around the corner and the point the revolver at one of them. If they don't look like the SWAT team, well… You know what to do.
I had my back against the wall, trying not to have any part of my body be seen by the intruders. The sweat was making my forehead itch, and I desperately wanted to wipe off the sweat. I heard footsteps go across the living room, right towards the hallway. He came out of the living room, facing the kitchen. His back was literally inches from my hands. I couldn't make out any of the words that were on the back of his vest. Get him in a head lock and hold him hostage.
I wrapped my right arm around him tightly in a head lock, and put the revolver right against his head. Every flashlight suddenly shinned right in my face. I didn't say anything, I just looked at them right in the eye.
"What the hell are you doing?" the man who was close by Lindsay asked. I could see the words 'SWAT' written across his chest. "We're with SWAT," he explained. Lindsay looked back at me, with the look of immense fear on her face. Slight tears seemed to have formed under her eyes.
"I'm sorry," I said, letting go of the guy. "I didn't think you were with SWAT," I explained. The SWAT member who I had gotten in the head lock grasped his throat, and walked towards the rest of the group. He was slightly coughing.
"It's okay. I can understand your actions. Honestly, I would have done the same thing. Is everything alright in here?" the SWAT member who was with Lindsay said, walking towards me. He seemed to be the commander of this squad. I could spot the SWAT member who I had talked to earlier in the day in the background.
"Well, the power is out, and I could of sworn I heard someone walking on the stairs in the basement," I explained.
"Okay, I'll go check that out," he said. There were five SWAT members in the house currently.
"Wait," I said, just before he went to open the door. "I put the chain lock on the door." The man looked at the chain lock, which was off of the lock.
"Shit," he said. "Alright, we're going done. Two stay up on the first floor with these people, and two come with me." Two guys walked over with their automatics resting on their shoulder. They were ready for anything. The two guys that stayed on the first floor were the guy I talked to before, and the one I had choked. They stood in the living room, looking over us. The other group headed tactically down the basement stairs, searching for any clues.
"Let's check the other rooms," the SWAT member who I had talked to before said. He nodded at me as he walked by, with a slight grin on his face. I sat down on the couch between Lindsay and Cyram. Lindsay had a flashlight in her hand. Guess a SWAT guy gave her that…
"You guys okay?" I asked them, clearing the sweat from my forehead.
"No, I am good," Cyram said. His hands were clutched around the handle of the knife.
"What about you?" I said, looking at Lindsay.
"I got scared there for a moment… But, I'm okay… You?" she said, clearing the tears off of her face.
"Yeah, I got scared there for a minute, too. But, did you guys hear anybody walking around in the kitchen or anything?" I asked, trying to find out more about that incident.
"I didn't hear a thing," Lindsay said, with a worried look on her face.
"Cyram?"
"Not really, only heard you closing the doors, and putting the chain lock on the basement door... My stuff is in there… But okay, than…"
"Son of a… What about the back door? Did you hear that open?"
"Nope," Lindsay said.
"Not really," Cyram said.
"Why are you so worried?" Lindsay asked.
"Well… I could of sworn I heard someone walking around in the basement as I was walking towards the bedroom. So, I closed the basement door and put the chain lock on it. Then, as I was in the bedroom, I could of sworn I heard the basement stairs creaking. I wasn't sure if it was my mind messing with me, but then, when I looked at the door again, the chain was off," I explained to them.
"Well… It couldn't of been a monster… We would of heard them," Lindsay said.
"Yes… But, it could have been a person hiding in the basement. They could have done something down there, or maybe they were trying to kill us or something. Maybe they messed around with the fuse, and turned off the power."
"That does not seem entirely possible... Where as, the entire street is without power," Cyram said.
"Hmm… Well, I don't know. All I know is that the chain lock was taken off by someone." I heard one of the SWAT member's radios go off.
"Roger that," I heard one of them say. They ran out of the kitchen, and headed down the basement stairs. I stood up, and nearly went with them.
"No… Stay with us," Lindsay said, standing up in front of my way. She put on a sad face that I just couldn't defy. I sat back down on the couch, and Lindsay did, too. We all sat on the couch, trying to listen to what was going on downstairs. Waiting in another silent anticipation to know why back up was called down. The only noise that could be heard, however, was the light tapping of the rain drops against the windows. I blankly stared at the window, with my back hunched over, and my arms hanging out in front of me… Waiting… Waiting for that gun shot. Waiting for all hell to break loose. Waiting…
I was a little shaky on the ending… Meh… So, comment on that, too, please.
