Flesh
AN: this is a very risky story to write I know that going into this. However I feel a need to write it as if by writing it something will happen. So you can flame this all you want spit on your computer screen or even not review my story after you read it all the way through because you don't want to take the time to write one sentence and give me some positive or negative feedback. Please review I don't care how cruel you are to my story just review please! The following is a love story between Jill Valentine and a zombie.
Jill Valentine walked around a now destroyed Raccoon City; the air was heavy with fog and smelled of wet cement. Jill had her pistol in it's holster as she surveyed the damage that had been done. Nothing much was left a few pillars and metal beams still stood in their original locations but most everything was destroyed. Jill had to admit she was still a bit nervous about running into a zombie or even worse…Nemesis. Finally after walking through the seemingly endless fog for about an hour Jill concluded there was no more life in Raccoon City. Sighing Jill took a long sip from a water bottle and then started to walk back towards her chopper. She was riding with a few other S.T.A.R.S. members and though she was no longer a part of S.T.A.R.S. they still were willing to give her a hand in this undead infested world.
Zombies had spread almost everywhere now and 65 of all people were now zombies and out of the people who weren't zombies 51 were at high risk of becoming one. Jill reached the platform where the chopper had dropped her off and looked around the fog was hick so she couldn't see the vehicle but something wasn't right. Now a little nervous Jill drew her pistol looking around for any zombies that might be lurking in the mist.
Finally Jill reached the chopper sighing in relief she opened the chopper doors. There sat in the pilot seat Eugene Davidson. He was a member of S.T.A.R.S. actually a rookie and the only reason he had agreed to take Jill to Raccoon City because he was hoping to get some after the work was done. "Took you long enough!" complained Eugene turning on the chopper. The blades slowly starting to spin clearing away some of the fog.
"I had to make sure there were no survivors."
"Yeah well next time make it quick, this place creeps me out."
"Ha, what doesn't anymore?"
Just as the helicopter was about to lift off zombies appeared out of the fog moaning as they slumped towards the two. "We've gotta' get out of here!" proclaimed Eugene as he frantically reached for the controls. Jill's heart jumped as one zombie pressed her face against the glass. "I thought you said there were no survivors!" "I said I didn't see nay!" snapped Jill fumbling for her pistol. The helicopter started to rise slowly but zombies were jumping onto the helicopter weighing it down.
"No! No! This can't be happening!" cried Eugene trying his hardest to get out of the situation. More zombies began to grab onto the chopper now the chopper wasn't going anywhere stagnant in it's ones spot hovering in the air.
Jill couldn't understand how the zombies had evaded her so well. She had looked thoroughly through the city and hadn't seen an ounce of life. "They're pulling us down!" screamed Eugene as now more zombies appeared and began to pull the chopper down to the ground. Eugene panicked opened up his chopper door and began to fire away at the undead attackers screaming as he emptied out his round. However before he could even reload a zombie grabbed him by the neck and bit deep into his jugular. Screaming Eugene was quickly overtaken by a hoard of zombies.
Jill feeling she was near her end fired her 9mm shooting five zombies her last bullet missed just grazing a zombie's shoulder. Jill opened up her chopper door and ran onto the pad. The zombies were closing in around her and she had to think fast. She released a smoke bomb in a last ditch effort to escape. Some zombies were momentarily fooled other were not, still it gave her enough time to get away from the bulk of the hoard.
Jill ran as fast as she could until finally she got away from the zombies. Normally Jill could take a moment to catch her breath but the zombies were evolving and they were much faster than in previous scenarios and they quickly were in her vicinity. Jill frustrated and scared kept running down a main street completely destroyed by the explosion that ended Raccoon City.
Jill was slowing down in her pace and her calves burned from the incessant running. However she was in luck today as she spotted a manhole quickly climbing down she hoped that she had bought herself some time.
Vincent Van Salem had been visiting Raccoon City on business. He worked for a publishing company and he was there to speak with a client about a new book on the negative effects in the study of nuclear fusion. Vincent had no desire to ever read past the synopsis of the book but he knew that somewhere out there was somebody willing to read it.
Vincent had met with his client in a restaurant a little before the hostile infestation of Raccoon City. His client's name was Caleb Ashland. Caleb was fat and his face was covered in acne and tangled facial hair. He had constant bad breath and obvious dandruff that would flake off his head every time he nodded or even turned to look at something. Vincent on the other hand was well chiseled with light brown skin and well kept facial hair. He had dreds for hair and had hazel eyes. Vincent was the adopted son of a rich German politician whom had not approved of his career in publishing.
Caleb was not a pleasant man to speak with either he always geared the conversation towards himself and insulted most of Vincent's comments. He couldn't agree with anything Vincent said and always flirted shamelessly with the robust waitress. Her name was Torrie and he would often pinch her butt or "accidentally" brush his hand across her chest when he stood up.
Vincent wanted this meeting to be over so badly that he almost agreed to give Caleb ten percent of the profit. Finally agreeing in three percent Vincent was about to leave the restaurant when suddenly there was a loud scream. Vincent looked outside the large pan windows to see chaos as people ran from exploding cars and choppers.
"What in the hell is going on?" asked Caleb getting up from his seat. Suddenly a flaming tire burst through the glass of the restaurant setting a table on fire. Vincent jumped through the shattered window and looked at what people were running from, he was horrified by what he saw. Zombies wearing bullet proof vests were inching their way towards everyone.
Vincent frightened ran with the crow he looked back for one moment to see Caleb still trying to fondle Torrie as the zombies neared the restaurant. At first Vincent's first reaction was to leave Caleb, after all if Caleb died the profits would all go to his publishing company, but Vincent couldn't leave Caleb to his death and so ran to rescue his client.
Vincent reached his client and Torrie just as the first zombie slinked into the establishment. "Crap! We need a weapon!" exclaimed Vincent as he looked for one. Finding nothing Vincent decided it was best to run before more came. Running through Main street Vincent, Caleb and Torrie ran for their lives looking back to see poor civilians being feasted on by the undead savages.
Determined not to join the zombie army Vincent found a man hole and without any persuasion he and his party jumped into the manhole closing themselves in the dark and from the outside world. A few hours later while still running thought the sewers there was a huge explosion heard and pieces of debris fell one small rock hit Vincent on the head and he passed out.
AN: Well there is chapter on be sure to review people! Look for the next chapter next week, I promise! Give me any suggestions and criticism.