Outbreak Chronicles: A New City, A New Story
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Chapter Fourteen – Let's Finish This
"Welcome to Live On the Fanfiction Dot Net Red Carpet. I'm your host, Sara Wesker! I'm also incredibly drunk...," Sara Wesker said.
"Whooooo! I love you Sara!" cried some random person in the crowd.
"Umm, thanks." Clearing her throat, she goes on, "Now, right behind me is the wonderful Sylph Starwind. Let's go and bug her." Slowly she makes her way over to her.
"Oh God, she's coming towards me...," Sylph mutters to herself. "Er, hello!"
"How funny... Anyways, Sylph, what was it like working with Sweetboxer?" After Sara says this, all eyes go on Sylph.
"Well, it was the worst experience of my life! I would rather be stabbed a hundred times, rolled in salt, then dragged around by a horse than do it again! Oh, did you hear about our new story? It's where the RE characters come into our world, then we go into theirs. Real original, I know."
"How... Wait, you're starting another story with him? But you just said... Never mind. It sounds really good."
"Thanks! I look forward to working with you," Sylph replied.
"Alrighty. Oh look, there's Sweetboxer. Let's go and ask him some pointless questions." With that said Sara walks away from Sylph. "Hey there, Sweetboxer!"
"Why hello, Sara! So good to see you!" SB cried, running towards her with open arms.
"It's good to see you, too." They share a hug and back away after a few seconds. "So, how do you feel now that your story's finished?"
"Pretty happy. We had a few delays, but we managed to finish it. So here it is, the last chapter of our story! Hope to see you guys at the after party! The whole cast is gonna be there! Plus, a whole lot of suck ups, and hot girls I paid to dance with me! You thought Diddy had good after parties, wait'll you see ours!"
.O.
The elevator managed a crawl, but at least it was a steady crawl. If it stopped even once, it would drain precious seconds from the countdown, and David wasn't even sure how much time was left anyway. The only things that kept him from giving up were the look of hope in Yoko's eyes, and her gentle grip on his arm.
Kevin was just laying there, with Cindy to his left trying to bandage his seeping wound, and Alyssa behind him, settling his head in her lap, stroking his hair and trying not to cry.
Great, David thought sarcastically. With Mr. Leader incapacitated, George missing, and Jim being a total wuss (not that he was really a candidate), it was up to him to get them all out of this hellhole. They were all looking at him now, not just Yoko. Were they waiting for him to say something? Take charge? He didn't ask for this, but it looked like he didn't have a choice, so why not take the challenge?
"Fine, you want direction? Everyone throw in their ammo and guns. All the best shots get priority. That's Mark, Alyssa, Hernan, Carrie, and me. Everyone else, arm yourself with whatever's left. Cindy, Tara, Yoko, and Tori: your priority is gonna be getting Kevin into the tram. We have to form a barrier between you and whatever else is out there. The first thing we do is get Kevin into the train. THEN we can worry about getting it started. I'll go into detail about that if and when we run into problems there. Everyone got it?" He had a look on his face as if to say 'Don't make me say it again!' which is probably why everyone nodded without a word. All except for Kevin, that is.
"Boo! You suck! Bring back Kevin!" he said with a laugh, earning a rare smirk from David. In his own stupid way, the cop was trying to help him loosen up. And it worked.
"Alright then, we've come this far..."
.O.
The elevator stopped, and the doors opened to reveal...nothing but an empty hall. No zombies, no monsters, nothing. Just the smell and sound of working machinery. How anti-climactic. Still in formation, they headed down the corridor and into the loading area, which was empty, except for the train. With a button press, the door to the train slid open and everyone filed in. Cindy, Tori, Tara and Yoko lowered Kevin onto the bench in a laying position. Alyssa knelt down on the floor next to him. Yoko and Tori then headed for the control room with Jim and David. Jim was convinced he could help figure out how to start the train. The ground and all the structure around them began to rumble increasingly.
"A..lyssa," Kevin turned to her,
"What do you need, Kevin? Some water? Anything, baby?" She seemed eager to make him feel comfortable.
Kevin chuckled a bit, then winced, "What's with the 'baby'?"
Alyssa blushed, "Well, I uhh, I don't know. You call me that, so why can't I use it on you!"
Kevin smiled weakly. "Well, anyway, there is something you can do for me...can you get something from my front pants pocket?"
"Kevin! This is neither the time nor the place--!" Alyssa started to say, shocked, before Kevin interrupted her,
"Heh heh heh... That's not what I mean. There's something there for you, but I can't really get it myself."
With a sigh, Alyssa started to dig into Kevin's pocket, until her fingers brushed up against something she told herself couldn't be there. She pulled it out to see that it was, in fact, a diamond ring, and although it wasn't the most expensive-looking thing in the world, she loved it.
He sighed, "I know you're usually supposed to be on you're knees when you do this, but work with me, okay?"
"Kevin..," Alyssa started to get teary, "But...why now?"
Kevin shrugged weakly, "Why not?"
Alyssa cupped his face in her hands and pulled his lips onto hers in a gentle kiss. Pulling away, she looked into his eyes, "I love you."
"So is that a yes?" Kevin said, raising an eyebrow.
"What do you think?" Alyssa said, pulling him in for another kiss.
Kevin deepened the kiss; I think I'm feeling better already...
.O.
"So, we finally made it," Tara said, turning to Hernan and the others, "All that death and suffering, and we finally get a happy ending..."
"Woo hoo! We on a roll now, baby!" Jim could be heard from the control room as the train finally started to move at a speed that increased tenfold in less than six seconds. From behind them they could both hear and feel the earth-shattering explosion as it threatened to rock the car off the tracks, before they were too far to feel it any longer.
Cindy started to cry softly. "So he's really gone...," she said in a barely audible whisper. How was she supposed to go on now?
"Cindy...," Carrie rubbed Cindy's back trying to console her.
"I can't wait to get out of this town and start living my dreams!" Vanessa said with a sigh as she plopped down on a seat near the others.
Carrie looked up from her position on the floor consoling Cindy. "I can't wait to turn in my badge."
Hernan frowned. "Heh, I never thought I'd get out of that damn kitchen."
Mark just stared at his sons, who remained ever-alert. Abruptly, Alex stood up, and there was a sudden banging on the door connecting the passenger car to the cargo car.
"Everybody, stay here." he said sternly. Then he stepped towards the door. He took a deep breath and pressed the button to open the door. As it slid up into the ceiling, two figures stumbled into the car. Cindy couldn't see either of them, until Alex and Mark stepped to the side, revealing their identities.
George!
Cindy got one glimpse of his face and she was running for him, arms outstretched. She ran straight into his warm embrace, and knew then that she wanted nothing more in life than what she had in her arms right at that moment.
She didn't notice Carrie come to embrace Terry with tears flowing down her cheeks, she was too busy holding on to George, not wanting to let go. It wasn't until the blur of a claw pierced through the roof, passed by her eyes, and ripped through Carrie's shoulder, and her ears filled with a mix of Terry's scream and her own, did she get thrown back into the grim reality of the situation.
.O.
George recognized the face of the monster right away. He smirked at the fate that had befallen the malicious bastard.
So, this is what has become of our spy. I'm sorry, but I don't have the time to waste on you, He thought as he pulled out his ampoule shooter, his expression smug, I hope you understand.
He aimed and fired, the dart filled with Daylight embedding it's needle deep within the spy mutant's jugular vein. The monster failed to notice, and continued to run towards George. It stopped about a foot from it's target, though, and collapsed to the floor as it's skin began to bubble and grow into multiple tumors. Then everything receded and the monster started to resemble a mix between a deflated balloon and something melted in a microwave. It was safe to say that the thing was dead, and even if it wasn't, George wasn't about to take it's pulse. A blaring alarm noise and a pre-recorded female voice interrupted the silence.
"Warning: Infection has been detected in the passenger car. Car will detach and self destruct in five minutes. Repeat. Warning: Infection has been detected in--"
"God Dammit! Give us a break already!" Alyssa griped.
"We have to get off the train!" Kevin said with a cough.
"Way ahead of you!" Vanessa said as she pushed the button for the side door repeatedly with no response. "Dammit! We're locked in!"
Everyone looked around frantically for another way to get out, then George's eyes rested on a little speaker with a call button...
.O.
" --detected in the passenger car. Car will detach and self destruct in five minutes."
"Fuck." David grumbled. Wonderful. Something or someone on the train is infected, and now everyone was going to die except the four of them in first car. Some leader. Turning to look at Yoko, he saw that she was typing some random strings of numbers and letters into the control panel keyboard. He didn't have to guess at what she was trying to do.
"You think you can get them out of there, Yoko?" he asked her with a hint of worry in his voice.
"I know I can. Just keep Jim from distracting me," Yoko said with a determined yet confident look in her eyes.
"Hey! I take that shit in offense!" Jim blurted out in response. "Name one time I--"
David interrupted, "Jim. Quiet."
"I'll be damned if I let you talk to me like--"
"--Car will detach and self destruct in four minutes. Repeat--"
"Dammit Jim! Try and pretend this is fucking a life or death situation!" David snapped, turning to Yoko, "Any luck?"
"Not yet." Yoko replied, looking up at David briefly before returning her eyes to the console.
"Hello? Is this the control room?" Was that George? David looked around until his eyes found the intercom. He pressed the button, leaning forward to speak into the device.
"George? Is that you?" he asked.
"David? Yes, it's me! Look, we're trapped in here. I don't know, something about--"
"Yeah, I heard. Yoko's trying to get you out now. Just...try to stay calm. Is there anything you can do from in there?"
There was silence for a second, then, "No, it doesn't look like it. There are some crates, and this intercom... That's about it."
"Then I guess you'll just have to wait. We'll do our best to get you out of there," David said. Then he turned the intercom off and stepped back, turning towards Yoko.
"So I'm their only hope? No pressure, right?" she asked, still looking intently at the console.
"Warning: Infection has been detected in the passenger car. Car will detach and self destruct in three minutes."
.O.
No. This couldn't be it. Alyssa refused to believe it. Kevin had just promised the rest of his life to her and she wasn't about to accept that it was only four minutes. She held on tightly to the barely conscious Kevin in her arms. She couldn't remember ever depending on anything or anyone more.
"Don't worry, Kevin. Yoko's gonna hack the controls. We're gonna survive together, just like last time. I promise." She fought back the fear in her words as she pulled him closer to her...
.O.
"Thanks, doctor. I don't know what we'd do without you," Carrie said.
"Oh, not at all," George replied with a smile. He tied up the bandages and looked at his handiwork.
"No, really. Not only do you treat us when we get wounded, you took care of that thing...," she said, gesturing at the melted corpse of the spy mutant.
"Ah, well, I just happened to--"
"Enough of the modesty, George," Cindy cut in. "You're our hero, no doubt about it."
"Even so, I can't do anything to get us out of here. In that regard, we're completely in Yoko's hands..."
"I'm sure she'll come through," Cindy said. But, despite her reassuring smile, she was just as worried as everyone else.
.O.
"Warning: Infection has been detected in the passenger car. Car will detach and self destruct in two minutes. Repeat. Warning: Infec--"
"Oh man... I really thought we were home free that time...," Hernan said, sighing heavily.
Tara put her hand on his shoulder. "We just have to believe that we'll get out of here alright. There's no point in getting all stressed out over something that can't be helped. I'm amazed that we've even made it this far."
"I guess you're right. Still, it's not easy to keep cool when you could go up in flames in a few minutes, and you can't do a thing about it. I actually think the waiting's worse than knowing we're going to die..."
"Don't say that. As long as we're alive, there's hope."
.O.
So Jeff's dead, and I may follow that same path... But, at least I'm free from that bastard, thanks to the good doctor, Terry thought, glancing over at George, who was speaking quietly to his wife. It had been his idea to stow away in one of the crates on the conveyor belt in the shipping room. It was a split second decision, but it saved them from being caught in the Lab's explosion, and for that, she was thankful.
Though what I'm going to do now, I have no idea. I'm sure it would be nice to forget what's happened and go on living normally, but I don't think I want my child growing up in a world where secret threats like these exist. I think Carrie had the right idea. Umbrella has to be stopped. If I get out of here, that's what I'm going to try to do.
"Warning: Infection has been detected in the passenger car. Car will detach and self destruct in one minute. Repea--"
.O.
"Dad! That noise is annoying!" Gregory shouted over the alarm, "Can't they turn it off?"
Mark frowned, "There ain't anything I can do, son."
It would be off soon, one way or another...
.O.
"Warning: Infection has been detected in the passenger car. Car will detach and self destruct in thirty seconds."
There they were, right in from of him. Potentially the last thirty seconds of George Hamilton's life.
"Ten seconds."
All around him people were praying, hoping, and clutching each other with all their strength.
"Nine... eight... seven..."
The intercom next to him emitted a mild beep, but he didn't notice.
"Four... Three... Two..."
So this is it. He closed his eyes, pulled Cindy close and prepared himself for his demise.
"One... Car will now detach and detonate."
There was silence. Not dead silence, but the kind of silence that if you're exposed to enough of it, you start to wonder if anything is going to happen. After a few seconds even George got a little impatient. Then, there was the sound of a door sliding open. George opened his eyes to see a man walking towards him.
"You two can get up now."
David? he thought. Once his eyes started to focus, he saw that David was indeed standing over them, and that Yoko, Jim and Tori were also in the room talking to other passengers.
.O.
"David, what are you... what ha--" George started, but was interrupted by Yoko.
"That's uhh.." She looked a bit embarrassed, "I was able to override the detach and self-destruct mechanism," She blushed, "But the warning message was run by a different program, so I... um couldn't shut it off in time." She giggled nervously as she finished.
David couldn't help but chuckle into his fist at the dumbfounded look on the doctor's face. True, the man had thought he was going to die a few moments earlier, but it was still too priceless of a look not to find amusing.
"I tried to tell you over the intercom," David said, finally winning over his laughter, "But you probably didn't hear me over the alarm."
George exchanged glances with Cindy, probably unsure of what to say. Then it seemed the humor of it all had hit them full force, and gradually they began laughing with such a hearty quality everyone seemed to join in, just glad to be alive.
.O.
As the laughs subsided, Terry turned to Carrie, who was still sitting at her side.
"Well, I guess everything's over now...," she said in a relieved voice.
Carrie blushed slightly and looked down. "Well, not everything..."
Terry looked at her friend worriedly. "What do you mean? You aren't...infected, are you?"
"Oh no. It's not anything like that. It's...," Carrie trailed off. The usually-confident ex-cop was now acting like a shy little girl.
Terry touched Carrie's arm. "What is it?"
"Um... I was happy to be your friend when you needed me, but... Well, I know you were married and all... Still, I would like to be...more than friends," Carrie said, with some difficulty. She looked up to meet the pregnant woman's eyes.
Terry looked back in shock, unsure what to say. Yes, she had been married. She was straight. She couldn't have a romantic relationship with another woman...
"Before you say no," Carrie continued, "please, really think about it. You weren't happy with your marriage, right? Are you sure you were in love with Jeff? And even so...would you be unable to love me?" She took the other woman's hand in her own.
Terry was confused, even moreso now than she had been upon seeing the dead rise. Could she? She wasn't sure if she knew right now.
"Carrie...I.. "
.O.
The train came to a halt a few miles outside of the former town of Denneville, and slowly the survivors crept out. They were worn, injured, but filled with a new sense of pride and purpose. They had survived what many had not, and were given a second, and for some, a third chance at life that they would never take for granted.
.O.
Trent sat in his office, eyeing the files he had on the Denneville survivors, including the ones from the Raccoon outbreak he had sent under aliases. He had sent them all their payments months ago, even the survivors he hadn't hired. It seemed that seeing that facility explode had put him in a good enough mood to give anyone ten thousand dollars.
Kevin and Alyssa Ryman had used their money to buy a house together.
Alyssa Ryman. He chuckled at that. He'd assumed the reporter would have kept her last name. Go figure.
It seemed David King and Yoko Suzuki had finally realized their feelings for each other sometime during their mission. It's amazing what near death experiences can do for some people. They had used their money to help King start a business, though King made sure to save some money to spend on her, against her protests.
George and Cindy used most of their money to buy more equipment to duplicate the Daylight anti-virus at a faster rate. The rest of their money was invested, oddly enough, in opening a restaurant. Cindy couldn't seem to give up her love of serving people, and George couldn't really return to being a doctor, in case Umbrella was still watching them. So he decided to put his culinary hobby to good use. Trent made a mental note to try and negotiate with Mr. Hamilton over the antivirus later.
Jim Chapman and Tori Sommers indeed had that drink together, and moved in together soon after. Several months later Tori ended up moving out again. Then moving back in. As of this date their relationship is still on and off.
Vanessa Abbot auditioned for Gypsy on Broadway, and though they have yet to announce who is to be cast as the lead, he had a feeling that she'd given the younger hopefuls a run for their money.
Tara Burke never did find her family, and though she lives with Hernan Calderon and his family in Arizona, she hasn't given up her search. Aside from that they seem to be happy together.
Terry Avery and Ex-Officer Carrie Harmond stayed together after the ordeal, and when Terry gave birth to a healthy baby boy (Which she affectionately named George) two months and twenty three days later, Carrie was at her side. Terry was slow to truly trust another man after what had happened to her with Jeffrey, so it almost wasn't a surprise when she turned to Carrie for the relationship both of them wanted. She respects herself enough now not to take another person's abuse in any form, not that she's worried that Carrie would ever hurt her.
Trent glanced over the last file. It contained information on Mark Wilkins and his two boys. Alexander was controlling his newfound abilities rather well in order to fit into society, and Mark was glad he had a second chance with his children, though he wasn't so lucky with his wife. Trent knew all the details about where they lived and where they went on a daily basis. He had thought about calling his collection team to retrieve the Wilkins boy, but ultimately decided against it. Apparently he was in one of his good moods, and decided to let them be.
Little by little, Umbrella was crumbling. It may only take a few more well placed attacks to set off it's compete destruction. Trent would need most of these survivors' help again, but he decided to leave them alone and let them enjoy their lives in peace. At least for now...
---End---
"Hello! I'm Sara A Wesker and welcome to Live at the After Party!" She looked to the side. "Who comes up with these stupid ass names?" With a sigh, she went to find someone to bug, we mean interview.
Suddenly, Sweetboxer ran by the camera, apparently on something. Sara looks to the cameraman.
"On his head...were those...?" she began questioning.
Just as abruptly, Kevin Ryman came by, chasing after the intoxicated lad. "Come back here with my boxers, you idiot!"
"Wait, how did he get your boxers?" Sara called.
Kevin stopped and shook his head. "I have no idea. I'm still wearing mine, so maybe he got into my underwear drawer somehow..."
"You didn't give him booze, did you? He's underage," Sylph added.
"Nope, must've got that on his own, too," Kevin replied, but he seemed to be nervous now.
"Why do I get the feeling that I shouldn't believe you?" Sylph asked. She pointed and cried dramatically, "Pedoph--
"Are you really here?" Sara cut in, poking Kevin's arm.
"Uh, yes...," he answered, looking at her warily. He glanced around. "Have you seen Alyssa?"
"Nevermind that! Answer some questions!" Sara snapped.
Kevin looks a little apprehensive. "Um... Okay..."
"Good. Now, what was the hardest thing you had to do during your ordeal?"
Alyssa came by at this point in the conversation, and heard the question. "He'd better not say something assinine, like 'pretending to propose to Alyssa'. Swear to God, I'll kill him."
Kevin glanced at her and grinned. "Pretending to propose to Aly--"
He fell silent as Alyssa swiftly drove her foot between his legs. He whimpered and fell to the ground.
"Son of a bitch!" she cried angrily.
"I was kidding. KIDDING!" he squeaked. He cried out in surprise and pain when someone stepped on his hand. Someone wearing all black and holding a tray...
"Cupcakes anyone?" Wesker grumbled,
"Ooh!" Sylph whistled, "I'll have some of that!" He was dressed in an all black waiter's outfit, and his shades had been taken away, seeing as how he'd tripped about seven times in the first thirty minutes of the party with them on.
Wesker sighed, "How did I get forced into this situation?" He seemed a bit confused.
"I'm paying you, so be quiet." Sara said briefly.
"So how are the puppies?" Sylph asked Wesker, inching closer and closer.
"Oh you know the little things. Just so curious." Wesker said, actuallly sounding happy she'd brought it up.
"Aww! I'm glad!" Sylph said, grabbing on to Wesker's arm, and instead of pushing her off or screaming, he blushes. Wait. He blushes? Are we sure this is Wesker? Hmm, I guess we're going for the kind of ending where everybody hooks up except the ones everyone hates. (AKA Mark and Jim).
Unable to stand the sappy romance, Sara turns to David King, who had just finished a glass of beer, "So, what part would you say scared you the most?"
David shrugged, "Hmm I'd say the time Yoko was shot in the shoulder. I thought I'd lost her then."
"Oh David, that's such a sweet thing to say!" Yoko who was nearby, grabbed onto David's hand and squeezed.
"Please! No more!" Sara said, bent over, and vomited her guts out from pure disgust...that and the beer bong she had before we went on the air. Great, now she was unconscious too. Time for a commercial break.
--Commercial:--
A mother and a daughter are sitting on a blanket on the grass. The daughter turns to the mother,
"Mom, have you ever felt not so fresh?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, have you ever felt like you were starting to smell and rot?"
The mother's eyes go wide, "You mean down there? It can't be that serious!"
"No mom, we had that talk weeks ago, remember? This is different! I..I.." her eyes suddenly go white and she starts to bite her mother's neck.
"What are you--? Oh my G--! OH CHRIST, NO!"
Some chick frome Desperate Housewives walks onset, "Remember; Knowledge is power. Know your children. They could be zombies."
The More You Know, brought to you by FF DOT NET.
--End of Commercial--
It looks like Sara has been carried offset. We are greeted by Sylph, who now has the microphone, "...Interesting commercial... Hey guys! It turns out both Sweetboxer and Sara Wesker have been carted off to the local hospital under the care of the sexy Dr. Hamilton for alcohol poisoning. So I guess I'm going to finish this up before the cops bust us for underage drinking..."
"It's been a lot of fun, everybody. I hope you enjoyed this, too. Now let's go, Weskie. We're going to have lunch with William Birkin..."
