Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil, nor do I own the song "Vaya Con Dios", by Sweetbox.
Author's Note: Oh. My. God. I thought I'd abandoned this for good, but...yeah, here I am again.. slave to my inspiration. (sigh) I actually have some of the next few acts planned out... And you may not recognize some of the artists and songs... but meh.. I pick what works. Also, if you have an english song, and (this part is important, so listen up) an idea of how to apply it to a future part of the game that i have not reached yet in the fic, please let me know, and be prepared to send the song or lyrics to me somehow. You will get a cookie and credit in the chapter I use your song/idea in.
Note to SylphStarWind: I have nothing against The Fray either, so don't be afraid to offer (wink). Oh btw I noticed yesterday you submitted a story to Thrown In Despair. Way to go! (Goes to read it after new chapter is posted) also, i made Cindy a teensy bit evil in this chappie, but more "I'm out for survival, screw Mark's friend what's-his-name" then how she is in your story, in which she is a demon yaoi fangirl who can blow up zombies' heads with her thoughts. So I guess you could just call Cindy "kinda mean" compared to your Cindy... meh..
Final Note: I am not racist. I included Alyssa saying some nasty things to Yoko to add more depth to this chapter, hopefully making it more than just some semi-decent songfic. I don't intend to offend anyone, just trying to keep Alyssa's bitch qualities consistent. Oh and "Vaya Con Dios" means "Go With God"... Just thought you might wanna know..
And now, without further BS, I present Chapter 2...
Outbreak: The Musical
Act I: Outbreak
Scene II: Vaya Con Dios(Go With God)
The group had finally reached the liquor storage room upstairs and started the forklift, no thanks to Bob. It seemed everyone was in silent agreement that he needed to be left behind, seeing as he was doing nothing but slow them down and attract more zombies to whoever was guiding him to safety. But noone expected Cindy to be the one to break the ice, let alone be so blunt about it..
Cindy: Huddle! Now!
She mouthed to George silently to lead Bob away somewhere. George led the man to a corner to rest and returned.
George: Alright, I'm sure I know what this is abou--
Cindy: We need to drop the dead weight..! What else can we do? Is Kevin gonna carry his ass up the ladder?
Kevin: Hell no!
Yoko: Yeah, I agree, but how are we supposed to break it to him..?
Alyssa: Fuck that! Just leave him here with a water dish and some biscuits, he'll be fine.
Yoko glared at Alyssa.
Yoko: Okay, if the last song wasn't enough proof that you're a cold hearted bitch, that last statement certainly is.
Alyssa: What the fuck did you say, China Girl!
Yoko: ...I'm Japanese...
Alyssa: What's the difference? You all see everything in widescreen, so who gives a shit? I don't.
Yoko: That is the most ignorant, racist thing I have ever heard anyone say. Ever.
Yoko pushed Alyssa. Hard.
Alyssa: You little..!
Alyssa attempted to push her back, but as we all know, Alyssa can only tackle. and Yoko can dodge. The fighting was interrupted by George.
George: Girls, please, restrain yourselves!
David: ...I believe the question was: "How are we supposed to tell Bob?"
Cindy: Yes. Leave it to me... Just follow my lead, guys..
With that they returned to where George had placed Bob, to see he was now trying to climb the ladder, and not doing a very good job, by any means. Cindy looked up towards the cieling.
Cindy: Hey! Powers That Be! Can you give me a little music?
Sweetboxer: You got it.
Suddenly Vaya Con Dios by Sweetbox started playing from an unseen source, and filled the room, causing Bob to turn in Cindy's direction and give her a confused look.
Cindy: It's time to go, I'll try to keep this nice.
No tears, Sorry Bob, but goodbye!
David: No use in dying for a loser
We have enough problems
With the chicken and the boozer.
Cindy: Auf Wiedersehn, don't you cry!
George: Arrivederci!
Alyssa: Have a nice life!
Mark: I'm too old to waste the effort.
Jim: See you later!
Yoko: Sayonara!
All: Oooooh oooooh wooooo oooh
Cindy: Vaya con dios, vaya con dios!
All: Oooooh oooooh wooooo oooh
Cindy: Vaya con dios, vaya con dios!
Bob: You said you'd keep me safe!
Kevin: Well we lied.
What's the point in wondering why?
Jim: Just another test in life's little game show.
Yoko: In the story of my life you're just a scene in an episode..
Alyssa: No violin. Noone cries.
"Here's looking at you kid" goodbye!
Bob: You're all assholes and I hope you die.
Cindy: "Frankly, my dear I don't give a damn."
All: Oooooh oooooh wooooo oooh
Cindy: Vaya con dios, vaya con dios!
All: Oooooh oooooh wooooo oooh
Cindy: Vaya con dios, vaya con dios!
(Music break, which includes dancing, sparklers, fancy lightwork, all sorts of shit! Let your imagination run wild!)
Cindy: It's time to go, I'll try to keep this nice.
No tears, Sorry Bob, but goodbye!
David: No use in dying for a loser
We have enough problems
With the chicken and the boozer.
Cindy: Auf Wiedersehn, don't you cry!
George: Arrivederci!
Alyssa: Have a nice life!
Mark: I'm too old to waste the effort.
Jim: See you later!
Yoko: Sayonara!
They all exit via the ladder and the secret crawlspace at the end of the stack of crates, as the zombies close in on the betrayed Bob.
All: Oooooh oooooh wooooo oooh
Cindy: Vaya con dios, vaya con dios!
All: Oooooh oooooh wooooo oooh
Cindy: Vaya con dios, vaya con dios!
Bob: Fucking assholes...
Bob turned around to face an approaching zombie.
Bob: Uhh... hey..
Meanwhile...
Yoko: What's this shutter down here?
George: Yes. I can hear screaming behind it.
Cindy: Oh that? I think that leads to the room we were just in...
Mark: So we could have saved Bob?
Cindy: ...Ooops
Everyone was silent for a few seconds...
Mark: Ahh well... I was probably gonna shoot him soon anyway.. He was getting on my nerves..
Everyone had a good long laugh.
Kevin: Heh, you and me both, buddy.
Cindy: Hehe, yes I guess it would have been hard to get him to jump across to the other roof...
George: Yes, great idea Cindy. You were amazing.
Cindy: Oh, George..
Cindy put her hand on his shoulder, leaned in, and kissed him.
Meanwhile.. In the same room...
Alyssa turned to Yoko, clearing her throat.
Alyssa: Yoko?
Yoko: Yeah?
Alyssa: I just wanted to say..umm...
Yoko: Yes, Alyssa?
Alyssa grinned innocently.
Alyssa: ..that I still stand by my racial slur.
Yoko twitched, then attacked the blonde while screaming something in Japanese.
Let's Get it On by Marvin Gaye started playing and both girls snapped their heads up.
Yoko: No!
Alyssa: No fucking way!
Sweetboxer: Hehe, just kidding!
The music stopped, and everything returned to normal, well, as normal as a zombie outbreak can be, I guess. The question is, how long would that last?
To Be Continued...
Author's Post-Note: Once again, apologies to anyone who was offended by Alyssa's Japanese slurs. (Smacks Alyssa upside the head) I hope you enjoyed it otherwise. Please give me feedback. (Puppy face)
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Your Resident Basket Case,
Sweetboxer