Survival by M870
Authors Note: This is the first real chapter of my first fic, Survival. The action will kick off in this chapter, so I hope you like it.
Chapter 1: No Peaceful City
The streets of Raccoon City were strangly vacant and silent. People should be going to work and children should be going to school. Dave had heard that there was alot of companys in Raccoon City. The one standing out the most was the pharmaceutical company Umbrella Inc.
Rounding a corner, Dave bumped into a man in his thirtys wearing a dirty black suit with blood seeping out of his neck and staining the collar of his shirt a crimson red.
" Sorry man. " Dave appologised to the man but the man seemed to ignore him. Dave watched the man walk down the street holding the wound on his neck. Dave only shrugged his shoulders and continued down the street until he came to cafe' which was called Cath's Cafe'.
" Well, might aswell get some breakfast. "
Dave pushed the cheap glass door open into the empty and quiet cafe'. The place was open as said by a sign and the door was unlocked. The radio on the bar faintly played 'Broken by Seether and Amy Lee'. He walked up to the bar and looked around the kitchen to see if anyone was around but the only sound was coming from the radio.
Thump. Thump.
Footsteps. They seemed to be drawing closer and closer. Before Dave could speak, a gunshot rang out and the cheap glass of the entrance door shattered. Dave dove down out of the way of the gunfire. Another shot rang out and hit a ketchup bottle, spilling the liquid on a table. The gunfire stopped all of a sudden.
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The figure in the kitchen stopped firing.
" Take that you rotting fuck! " The figure loudly whispered. He then looked down at his silver Beretta 9MM and ejected the clip.
" 3 bullets left. If I only knew they were zombies at first. " The figure said to himself loading the clip back into the gun. A glass bottle flew into the figure that made him drop the Beretta out of his hands and clatter on the floor followed by the glass bottle shattering next to it.
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Dave had managed to pick up a glass beer bottle on the bar and quickly throw it at his attacker. He heard the clatter of something colliding with the floor, which was probably the man's weapon and the shattering of glass which was probably the bottle.
With the range of options left, Dave leapt over the bar counter and made a blind leap onto his attacker. Dave readied himself for a punch, but then noticed it was a familiar face.
" Andrew! " Dave loudly asked.
" Dave? I thought you were one of those things out there. " Andrew said rising back to his feet with Dave.
" What are you talking about and what are you doing here? And another question: Where the fuck is everybody! " Dave asked trying to see if Andrew knew anything.
" Come with me. " Andrew said guestering his hand for Dave to follow. Andrew led Dave up a flight of stairs and into a small office. At the back was a normal sized desk with a few papers, a pencil holder and a small lamp. The only thing in the office besides the desk was a cabinet that had wooden slide panels that hid whatever was inside it.
" Well, I guess you don't know about the crazies out there huh? " Andrew said sitting on the desk.
" What are you talking about? Is that why you were shooting at me downstairs? " Dave said not sure about almost everything.
" There are some crazy people walking around out there. This may sound crazy but...they're already dead. " Andrew said looking at Dave who was confused.
" So, your telling me that dead dudes are walking around out there! " Dave asked. Andrew signed before he spoke again.
" Yeah. Zombies. You've seen zombies movies before haven't you? " Andrew reached into his back pocket and gave Dave a small Colt Python that should go in a shin holster.
" Zombies? I knew someday this would happen. " Dave said shaking his head and checking if the Colt Python was fully loaded.
" You knew? " Andrew asked puzzled.
" Once you've read the Zombie Survival Guide, you'll always think it'll happen. You still know how to use guns? " Dave asked Andrew. They both had gone to the shooting range before. And Dave had read The Zombie Survival Guide so many times that he could read half of it by heart.
" Yeah. Come on. We gotta get back to the others before these zombies do. " Andrew said standing up and walking towards the door.
Dave followed Andrew back down to the kitchen, where several zombies were walking aimlessly around the dining area.
" We have no other choice but to run past them. We've got no extra ammo, you've got six shots and I'm down to three bullets. Once we've got the others, we can go to the police station where it'll be safe. " Andrew explained.
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" Where are Dave and Andrew? " Marty asked sitting on a chair around a coffee table in Something Else's hotel room.
" Don't know where Andrew's gone but Dave said he was going for a walk or something. " Zak replied.
" God damn fans. If it wasn't for them then we would be wearing different clothes. Not the same clothes from last night. " Ben said. As soon as they got to the hotel, the fans had somehow followed them. They had to rush into the hotel leaving their stuff in the tour bus.
" They better hurry up. The fans who camped out have started literally banging on the door. " Marty said looking out of the window.
" And they look drunk. " Zak also said looking outside with Ben.
" If they break in, I'm sticking my gun in their faces, cause they're pissing me off! " Marty exclaimed mentioning his Glock 17 pistol that he had under his pillow. He had been given the pistol as a gift from his brother after he returned from the marines.
" Hey, there they are. " Ben mentioned " And it looks like the fans are right behind them. " Zak looked closly at the fans and noticed an odd thing.
" Why are they moving so slow? And why are they wearing weird masks? " Ben questioned a little confused. Their faces seemed to have several holes in and even some had their internal organs slipping out of their stomachs.
" They're a little too realistic to be masks. My god, they're just like zombies. " Marty said.
Smash!
" That came from upstairs! " Ben said leaping out of his chair and running out of the room followed by Zak but Marty ran towards the bedroom.
" Marty, come on! " Zak yelled in the doorway.
" I'm getting my gun. It's those fucking fans. " Marty replied running into the bedroom.
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Dave and Andrew had managed to get back to the hotel with only using a bullet against one of 'them'. One of the zombies had lundged at Dave from an alley and the rockstar fired a round in it's face.
Andrew tugged at the front door.
" Shit! We need our card to get in! Fucking system! " Andrew shouted trying to open the door. Dave had knocked the zombies at the entrance door down and kept his gun trained on their heads.
" Shoot the glass! " Dave shouted still keeping his gun trained on the zombies heads.
" Shatter - Proof! " Andrew shouted over the moaning of the undead.
" Fuck it. I saw a window cleaner's ladder back there a few minutes ago. " Dave said as he and Andrew made their way around the building. The window cleaner's ladder was still resting against the wall leading up to the 3rd floor.
" Andrew go! " Dave shouted as he fired a round into a zombie in a janitor uniform dropping him at his feet.
Dave climbed up after Andrew had reached the window.
" It's fucking locked! " Andrew yelled punching the window. Dave kicked a zombie who grabbed his boot and continued up the ladder.
" Well we're gonna have to do it the old fashioned way then huh? " Dave taunted raising the Colt Python and firing a round shattering the window. Andrew put his arm on his eyes blocking the shards and jumped through the window. Dave followed him up into the master bedroom.
" Everything looks clear Andrew said sweeping the area with his Beretta.
" Lets go. " Dave said motioning towards the door that led to the living room. Andrew stood next to Dave and gave a slow nod. Dave slowly turned the doorknob.
" Anything could be here. More of those freaks or probably something even worse. " Dave thought. " I hope the guys are alright. And The Unreal. We need to get out of..." Dave's thought was broken as the door flew open sending both men falling onto the bed.
Authors Note: Well, it wasn't as long as I thought it would be, but just hope you like it. Read & Review please. I like to hear your thoughts and feelings.