Chapter 5: The Ambush

September 23rd 6:00 am

I barely slept that night. Thoughts of Nemesis, my father, and the outbreak rang through my mind. I managed to sleep 3 hours though, waking up at 6:00. Though when I awakened, the tram operator was not there. I looked to the side, and by metal bat was still there. I looked to the other side, and gasped, looking at the door to the stairs, which was open. I immediately stood up, rubbing my eyes, and pushed the furniture from the window. I stuck my head out the window. I heard moans, and looked down to see at least 40 zombies slowly moving through the front door and then I ran to the stairs. Far below, I heard moans, slowly getting louder.

I ran back into the room, and as I went to get my bat, I heard a loud yell below.

Wake up, wake up!

The operator then ran through the door, then slammed it shut and locked it. He pushed a cabinet to the front, and looked at me.

I see you're already awake then. As you can see, we have a bit of a problem now!

Why the HELL did you run out of the room?

I went out to see if any creatures were going up the stairs, hearing a sound. I walked down with the shotgun, and the sound disappeared. I mistakenly walked out to the street, and the creatures saw me.

I grew a fit of rage at that point, then saw the shotgun was still in his hands and that he was unscathed. Without saying a word, I looked around and saw a tank of propane in the bathroom. I smiled, looking out the window, and got the tank. There were over 75 zombies crowding the lobby, so none of the others could get in, making them easy targets. I took the tank and dragged it to the window.

Operator, do you have any matches?

No, all I got is a small handgun I found down on the lobby under a policeman, along with 5 bullets.

That will do.

What are you…

At that moment, he realized what I was planning. I put the large tank on the edge of the window, got the handgun, and pushed it out. The propane tank fell, and as it fell on the zombies, I shot it. I missed. I cussed, and then aimed again. As it knocked one zombie down by falling on it, the tank was hit by the bullet and exploded. Zombies became fireballs, and started burning the ones in the lobby.

Kid, that worked wonderfully, except you forgot one problem.

There is none.

Yes there is. Have you realized that the fire will explode the zombies, and the building also?

I shook my head and threw the handgun on the ground. Motioning for him to follow, I carefully got outside the window and started walking on the inch-wide platform outside the building, along with the operator behind me. Though difficult, we managed to pass the corner, and now we just needed to jump to the other building. There was a problem though, the alley between the building was 6 feet wide, making it almost impossible to make the jump.

I looked around, and saw nothing to help. The only objects I could find were a window and a torn bag. Then we decided that there was no way we would be able to jump such a distance from a 2-inch wide platform, which we had difficulty even passing through. So, I slowly walked towards the window, and looked inside. There were no zombies, but there were a few banging on the door. I took the bat from my belt and broke the window open, making it inside. The operator followed, and I found myself in another room. The only thing of remote use was a small wrench, which still wasn't very useful. I pondered my options, and then the operator suggested something.

I think I have an idea.

What is it then? We need all the ideas we can get.

Remember the propane tank we used to take out the zombies at the ground floor?

Then, at that moment, we realized that we forgot something. The building's first levels were still on fire, and it was unsafe for us to be in this room. Not saying a word, I grabbed the bat and stuck it to my belt again. I ran to one side of the room, opposite the window, then focused and ran. I speeded through the room, then placed one foot on the windowsill, using the other to thrust myself out and jump onto the other building. However, I didn't fully make it, and I held onto the building tightly before dragging myself up.

I looked at the operator in the room, and as he ran to the opposite end of the room to jump, the zombies broke through the door. He failed to focus, and looked to the side of the room as if trying to find something to help against the zombies. He found nothing, so he focused his strength and ran towards them. He knocked some over, but fell down in the process. 4 zombies remained up, and I closed my eyes, refusing to watch another life be taken by these creatures. All I heard were screams, punching, struggling, and then… nothing.

Another life was taken because I was unable to protect it. I felt guilty, but then I realized that this wasn't my fault. It wasn't my father's fault either. It was the fault of the city's inability to fight. A few months earlier, a S.T.A.R.S. member named Jill Valentine had reported that Umbrella had been doing horrible things in the Arklay Forests, but nobody had the strength to revolt against Umbrella. Then I realized, it was the fault not only of Umbrella, but of us, the populous of the city itself. I, unlike some others still refusing to fight, would not stand for it. I was personally not going to let another person by killed by the mutations of Umbrella, at least a person who I was trying to protect.

In a matter of minutes, the building had burned. Bidding a final farewell to the doomed operator, I grabbed my weapons and returned to the city streets. I needed to find food and drink, and very quickly. The nearest safe haven besides any of these apartments was my school, Raccoon City Academy. There was most likely nobody there, but that is a good thing. I don't know whom I can trust anymore, I don't know who is infected. With less people in one location, there was less fresh blood to attract the creatures Umbrella created.