Chapter 2
Drew POV
I had just gotten out of Raccoon high school, exhausted from the bullshit I had to go through that day. Our plan to go into the woods was in 3 days, and we were preparing ourselves in any way possible. I mean, we were going into the Raccoon Forest at night, where the cannibals have been rumored to have some sort of hideout in the woods. "Hey dude" someone called. I glanced back to see, John.
"Hey John" I greeted. "Hi, you have the stuff yet" he asked. "Almost" I smirked. John laughed at this and looked at his watch. "Oh shit, I have to go, I'm late, Ill see ya later" he yelled as he ran off.
I continued walking towards my home when I noticed a man staggering towards me from the alleyway. "Umm sir" I asked. He didn't seem to hear me, either he was a drunk, or was injured. "Are you all right, do you need help" I asked. Again he didn't respond, as he continued towards me.
I reached out to him to get him help or something, but I froze completely when he stepped into view so I could see his face. The man had a horrible stench coming off him, had dirty looking clothes, had bite marks all over him, his eyes were a film white, and his left cheek was flapping, showing his exposed bloody teeth. I gasped at this and stepped back in horror. I was staring at one of the cannibal murders. Before I could stop it, the man grabbed me by the shoulders and tried to take a chunk clean out of my neck.
I struggled in his grip, trying to get him off of me as his teeth came closer to my neck. (I don't want to become another victim, I wanna live!) I yelled and kneed the man in the stomach and we both went down. I jumped to my feet and started running, as he got up and pursued me. I dashed for the closest building which was the R.P.D.
Barry's POV
My shift was done, it was time for me to head home to Kathy, and the girls. I was about to head out the door when a boy who couldn't be older then 16, was running in to the lobby. "HELP, HELP" he screamed. I dashed over to the boy to see what the problem was, so I could help him somehow. "Are you alright, what's wrong" I asked.
"ZOMBIE" yelled the kid. I looked to where he was pointing and saw a man, who resembled one of the cannibals staggering towards us. I raised my Colt Python and aimed at the main. "Freeze" I yelled. The man didn't stop, in fact he started to walk faster.
"I said Freeze". Why wouldn't he stop! "SHOOT HIM" yelled the kid. I aimed and fired at the mans kneecap. The force made the man stumble back, and he started towards me again, as if nothing happened.
I stood there in shock and fired again, this time as his chest. The man fell to his knees, and landed face first on the floor, a pool of blood formed around him. No one in the lobby moved and the kid broke the silence with a gasp. I turned to him. "What happened" I asked.
He was shaking all over, possibly because he almost became another victim. "I was walking home from Raccoon High School, and I passed b y an alleyway and this man staggered towards me" he said. "Go on"I urged. "I asked what was wrong, and before I could stop it, he grabbed me and tried to bite my neck" he stammered. I sighed, I'm going to have to take this kid to question him. "Please come with me"I asked. The boy nodded as he followed me to the Interrogation room.
"A Zombie" I asked. The boy growled at this. "YES FOR GODSAKE, A ZOMBIE" he yelled. "Okay just calm d." I started. "You think I'm insane don't you" he spat. The kid stood up and walked out the door. "Hey wait" I called after him. "You don't believe me, you think I'm mental, screw this I'm outta here" he muttered. I just stood there in the doorway to the interrogation room, wondering weather he was being truthful, or just made the whole thing up.
Drew's POV
I walked home furiously, it was a fucking zombie damn it. Why the hell didn't he believe me! Because Zombies aren't real. Yeah, try saying that when you see one trying to eat you alive. I grumbled as I entered my home, slamming the door shut.
The phone then rang. I growled as I walked over to it and grabbed the receiver. "Hello" I asked. No answer. "Hello" I asked again.
Again, no answer. "Look if your not gonna answer then don't fucking phone" I yelled. "Drew O'Connor" said a mysterious voice. I stood there in shock, and glanced at the caller ID. It was a number that I didn't know, and there was no name.
"Y.Yes"I asked. "My name is Trent, and I know of your plans" he said. I froze at this. Who was this man, how did he know my name, how did he find out my plans, but 1st of all, how the hell did he get this number.! "And I know that you and your friends are walking into a trap, but I can help you, check the mail recently" he asked.
I shook my head, and put the phone down and ran out to the mailbox. Weird, there wasn't a brown box next to the mailbox before. I picked it up and noticed it was addressed to me, and the returning address was from umbrella. I ran back into the house and grabbed the phone, all I got was a dial tone. I hung up feeling disturbed about all this. I ran up quickly to my room, and locked the door. I sat down at my night desk and started to tear off the brown wrapping paper. After removing it, I lifted the covering of a white box up and gasped. I reached into it and pulled out a clean, and recently polished Remington 870 Shotgun, with a holster and 4 boxes of ammo. I couldn't help but grin, as I held an actual gun in my hands for the first time ever. I started practicing on loading, reloading, aiming, but NOT FIRING the gun. I paused and sighed as I wondered what Trent had meant by a trap.