Resident Evil: Famous Last Words
Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with Resident Evil; that's all Capcoms. I do not own my friends who are being portrayed in this fic and finally I have not copied anything off of xClaireBearx's story: "Stay Alive." Some similarities may occur but she has been nothing more than motivation to actually write this story, this is mine and my brothers work.
Chapter 3: Chaos Follows
Dom's P.O.V
Billy pulled me to my feet and we set off to explore the train. We were by the stairs next to the open window that you needed the hookshot to get out of. I could feel Billy was uncomfortable and there was an awkward silence between us. Definitely something that needs to be remedied I thought as I sat on the third step.
"So…" I started, looking towards Billy from my seat. He turned to look at me, waiting for me to say something.
"You play any instruments?" I asked, spouting the first thing that came to mind.
He raised an eyebrow,
"Is that the best you have?" he asked
"Whaddya mean?" I replied
"I mean; I was on my way to hell in that car and you pop up out of no-where, the car flips over, we have to run from some freaky puppies and you decide that it's a good time for a piggy back! How did you know this train was here any ways, why don't you tell me how you really got here and what the hell kind of question is 'do you play any instruments?' at a time like this?" he responded almost angrily. I looked at him blankly, trying to find words.
"I already told you I honestly don't know how I got here. I woke up on the roof of that car and shortly afterwards, some ginger freak is clawing at my face. I get him to dance by singing 'Time of the Seasons' and he gets impaled on the windscreen wipers, which then causes the car to crash. I got the piggy back from you because I wasn't in the mood to have an asthma attack while running away from puppies that sleep in paper shredders, and WHEN THE HELL IS IT NOT A GOOD TIME FOR MUSIC!?" I yelled back at him. We both tried to keep a straight face Billy couldn't manage it.
"Ha! You suck! I kick your ass at looking serious!" I said with a grin. He smiled and said,
"Ok, fine. You seriously got a ginger dancing? …Kinda garish thought. And I play piano, for the record." I nodded,
"Wait until you see it in person…" I muttered, shuddering at the memory.
"So what about you? You play anything?" Billy asked
"Me? Yeah, I play bass guitar," I replied proudly. He smiled,
"You in a…" He started as a door to our left slid open to allow someone into our carriage. I leapt to my feet and shoved Billy up the stairs, cutting him off, mid-sentence.
"Wha…" started Billy
"You'll see in a second now get your ass up those stairs!" I whispered urgently. He nodded and ran up them with me in close pursuit.
Oscar's P.O.V.
Rebecca and I stared at each other in an uncomfortable silence, 'Becca because she didn't know exactly what to do with a person who magically appeared on a chopper several hundred feet in the air and me because, well…
I'm standing on a train, which I KNOW for a fact only exists in a game, a game series I will not play by the way, I have no shame in admitting that zombies scare me shitless and I am currently in a scene, which is straight out of a game that revolves around them. Finally 'Becca decided to break the silence
"So…who?" she started to question when we both a heard a muted voice coming from one of the seats, haphazard lighting flickered and lightning flashed outside as Rebecca slowly moved towards it. At this point I was desperately trying to remember what happens and sort my head out, I may not play R.E. but my brother does and I watch him quite often, I knew something was going to happen but…
Oh. That was it.
BLAM!
The noise of the gunshot terrified 'Becca causing her to jump from her crouched position over the squawking radio, the body of an overzealous zombie crashing down beside her, a hole the size of a pound coin drilled into its skull. She turned instantly to me, her gun in hand pointing at my chest shakily
"Why? W, Why did you just kill him?" she stuttered causing me to look at her with a face that just screamed incredulity.
"I'm sorry, what? You're saying I killed him? Honey that guy had a hole in his chest the size of my fist! Not to mention that his blood obviously ran dry ages ago. That points out, to me at least, that he was not moving towards you for a comforting hug!" Rebecca slowly looked down at the body beside her, he was right; the person was obviously long dead. A groan and variety of curses turned her attention back to the young man, in time to see two more desecrated corpses ambling towards them, before both gunners put a bullet in their mangled heads respectively.
I sighed slumping against the chair I was next to, my body slightly shaking as the gun slipped from my grip, landing with a clunk on the polished wood floor. There was no denying it, that was real, I could feel the fear rolling off me and Rebecca in waves, God I just killed! Sure the zombies were technically already dead and I suppose I was doing them a favour but…
And fuck! Those were ZOMBIES! The living dead, reanimated corpses, and among the various other names for them: MY WORST NIGHTMARE! Well actually they weren't but if I went into detail about my worst nightmare anyone reading this would be traumatized, suffice to say that it involved the teletubies, barney and numerous other 3 year old shows, a roll of duct tape, a chair, a lot of bright colours, and a strangely shaped pole, luckily I've never found out what that was used for as I was already awake and screaming by then. Anyway I'm getting sidetracked while 'Becca walked over to me, fear apparent in her eyes. I shook my head trying to clear it and ignore the whole WTF IS GOING ON!? Spinning around my mind. 'Deal with the here and now Oscar not the why.'
"You were going to ask my name right? It's Oscar, Oscar Craven," I said, a small smile playing over my lips as I thought about my apparent insanity. Rebecca nodded quietly, following my example and pushing the situation to the back of her mind,
"Right, I'm Rebecca Chambers, a member of S.T.A.R.S." she replied a small grin of her own showing. I bent down to retrieve the gun I had taken from 'Dooley. An ordinary S.T.A.R.S. Beretta with a high powered LED light on the underside of the barrel. 'Becca was looking at it with wide eyes and a sad face,
"Dogs," was the only thing I said, the only thing I needed to say as I slid the gun into the holster on my left hip.
I stepped past her, my back turned to her. "Come on 'Becca, lets sort out this train first before we try dealing with anything else." I couldn't see but I could tell that she nodded and followed, even started to lead when we got into the second car, where we just happened to meet more of the undead, joy. 6 minutes later, after having gone through nine zombies with only seven bullets, which was quite impressive, 'Becca took out two with one shot while I pulled a HUNK on another, dodging under its clumsy grab and around behind it, then twisting its neck sharply to the side with a very satisfying crunch. It's amazing then things one can do when they don't think about it.
It was also amazing to see such a large amount of carrots, as I haven't eaten any for a while, when I emptied my stomach afterwards. This would take some getting used to. Finally we made it to the end of a long corridor, turning out into a small corner by the door, in which there was a slumped over corpse holding a train key.
Dom's P.O.V.
Gunfire sounded throughout the train. It was Rebecca, I guessed that much from our situation, but it sounded like someone else was with her. I shook my head to clear my thoughts and turned to Billy,
"You were gonna ask me a question before we got upstairs?"
"Yeah, I was gonna ask if you were in a band," he replied
I grinned widely, "Hell yeah, and we've played 74 gigs so far,"
He smiled and looked towards the hallway. There was no way of getting through there yet, it was full of un-hatched leaches from the floor to waist height. I decided now would be the best time to go down and meet Rebecca because it was getting uncomfortable with all the slimy, bogey-like creatures lying dormant next to us.
"Come on, I don't wanna stay here any longer," I said to Billy
"Why?" he asked with an almost concerned look in his eye,
"Because those things look like something I sneezed out, now let's go!" I replied sharply. He rolled his eyes but climbed to his feet anyway. I checked my handgun and headed towards the stairs.
"Oh! Pick up that green herb," I reminded him on my way down. He quickly snatched it and threw it at the back of my head.
"What the FUCK, man? Not cool!" I half yelled, half whimpered at him.
"Yeah, well maybe you should stop trying to take charge of every situation," he retorted,
"Yeah, well maybe you should get some balls and I wouldn't have to. And besides, we both know you love it," I snapped back with a smirk. He rolled his eyes and stuffed the herb in his pocket,
"HA! I win again!" I cried out in victory, only to receive a slap to the back of my head.
"FUCK, man. It's always the head with you isn't it?" I whined, turning left at the bottom of the stairs, towards the place where Billy would first meet Rebecca.
As soon as we got through the door, a zombie rose to my right.
"ARGH! IT'S A TRANNY!!" I screamed in sheer horror as the re-animated corpse of a man wearing a tight fitting, perfectly preserved, pink S-Club 7 t-shirt and tight blue jeans, ambled towards me. I couldn't tell which was stronger, the urge to laugh or the urge to throw up. I couldn't help it…I collapsed to the floor in a fit of laughter. The approaching zombie stopped and looked at me, writhing on the ground in hysterics. I managed to push myself up onto my knees and pointed at it.
"Look, Look! They…. They put a little T-shirt on him!" I said between bursts of laughter. The zombie took a step back, tears in its eyes and let out a pitiful moan.
"No! No! It can't do that! I'll laugh too much," I said to Billy while trying to catch my breath. Billy rolled his eyes and put the zombie out of its misery by planting a bullet firmly between its gushing eyes.
"It's always the head with you…." I muttered as I stood up and picked up my handgun.
Trying to avoid eye contact with the corpse of the S-club fan, I led Billy towards the dining car key, and Rebecca, dispatching a zombie along the way with my handgun. We reached the door that would lead to our first encounter with Rebecca and I stopped,
"There's someone alive through that door you know…" I said to him
"How do you know that?" he asked me, looking at me like I was some sort of freak.
"…Psychic powers," I said calmly and stepped through the door. Billy followed with a raised eyebrow and overtook me towards the end of the hallway. He stepped out from behind the wall and turned to his left to face Rebecca. She stood up and turned around just as I rounded the corner.
"Billy…Lieutenant Coen," she stated, looking at Billy
"OSCAR!!!! OMG!!!!!" I yelled at my brother, who was standing to Rebecca's left, She looked at me, then back at Billy, who replied,
"So…you seem to know me…been fantasizing about me have you?"
"Dream on dude…" I muttered loudly enough for him to hear, earning me a slap to the head. He rolled his eyes and waited for Rebecca to say something clever.
"You're the prisoner that was being transferred for execution. You were with those soldiers outside," She continued, looking at Billy's handgun.
"So when did you get here?" I asked Oscar, ignoring Billy and Rebecca's conversation entirely.
"Umm…I arrived on the S.T.A.R.S. chopper…" he informed me. He never was much of a talker.
"Well…I was on top of the MP car, and I made a ginger zombie dance!" I told him with a grin stretched across my face. While I was busy relaying my spectacular exploits so far to my brother, Billy continued his own conversation.
"Oh, I see. You're with S.T.A.R.S. Well, no offense honey but your kind doesn't seem to want me around," he said while holstering his gun, "So I'm afraid our little chat time is over," he finished and turned to leave. Rebecca followed him,
"Wait! You're under arrest!" she called after him. Billy turned to look at her,
"No thanks doll face, I've already worn handcuffs," he raised his arm to show her the 'cuffs jammed to his wrist, and then walked off.
"I could shoot, you know," she called down the hall to him
"Yeah…but he could have shot you," I pointed out helpfully from behind her. She span round with a look of anger in her eyes.
"Hi…I'm Oscar's brother, oh and go easy on Billy, he'll save your ass more times than you'll be able to count before we get out of here," I said cheerfully. She glared at me for a second but shook it off,
"I'm Rebecca Chambers, what did you say your name was?" she asked,
"I didn't but seeing as you're so interested, I'm Dom…you won't forget that will you?" I asked with a wink as I walked off.
"Where are you going!?" Oscar yelled after me.
"For a walk," I said calmly, looking at the key I had stolen out of Rebecca's pocket.
The dining car huh? I grinned as I walked down the hall…at least, until a Cerberus with it's jaw split in half, crashed through the window and landed on me.
"FUCK!" I yelled as I hit the ground. The pitiful creature tried, hopelessly to bite me, but with half of its jaw hanging off at the side, it was quite difficult. Why did all the comical ones attack me? I wondered as I lost control of my body to another fit of laughter. The Cerberus backed off, its jaw flopping pointlessly as it moved. I sat up and looked at it,
"SIT YOU RETARDED PUPPY!" I yelled at it. It sat. My body convulsed in laughter as the creature cocked its head at me.
"Good boy, run along and piss off my brother now" I said when I managed to get my breath back and stand up. It didn't move so I kicked its half a jaw across the hallway. It whimpered pathetically at me.
"SCRAM!" I yelled at it. It wouldn't move.
"Fine! Stay there!" I yelled at it and stormed off. The dog climbed to its feet and followed me.
"NO!" I yelled as I shot it in the head. "Bad puppy," I whispered as it hit the floor with a satisfying squelch. As I left the room I heard Edward burst through the window.
As I walked through the train I looked for Billy. He had performed his magic disappearing act and I probably wouldn't see him until I got to the dining car. Oh well…that's video game characters for you. Inconsiderate. I dispatched another three zombies with quick headshots as I walked past them. As I approached the door to the dining car, I turned around to see Rebecca charging down the carriage towards me. Oh shit. I ran into the door and forced the key into the lock, turned it sharply and stepped through.
"SHITSHITSHITSHITSHIT!" I yelled as I looked for somewhere to hide. She was undoubtedly pissed that I stole her key. UPSTAIRS! I screamed in my mind as I sprinted up the stairs towards the first leech man, just as Rebecca got through the door.
"Get your ass back here you thieving bastard!" she screamed up the stairs at me.
"No chance in hell!" I yelled back, cowering as she through a potted plant at me from the table at the bottom of the stairs.
"Nice throw but you still suck!" I taunted as she ran up the stairs. SHIT! Angry women are never forgiving in their punishments. I turned and ran towards the leech man, spotting for the first time another figure.
"Paul?" I asked, Rebecca ran at me but I stuck my hand out and caught her shoulder, gripping tightly to stop her moving.
"Not now," I said quietly as I released her shoulder and walked to Paul's side. In his hand was a bottle of Malibu, his favourite drink of all time.
"…Oh yeah you've gotta love the Apache Longbow, I mean it's one of the best made choppers of all time," he droned on at the leech man who quickly clambered to his feet and ran to me in tears.
"What is it? What's wrong with you?" I asked. It pointed at Paul,
"He won't shut up! He's been at this for an hour…make it stop! Look! Here's the sweet spot!" it said indicating its temple. Oh…I forgot why Paul wasn't allowed out on his own anymore…poor leech man, no one deserves a death like that, talked to insanity and shot out of mercy. I placed my handgun to its temple and fired. The leeches separated and slithered towards Rebecca.
"WTF?" I asked loudly as they engulfed her. I fired a round at the same second that Billy came up the stairs and shot two more of the leeches off of Rebecca. Two of them launched themselves through the air at Billy, who dived to the side and shot one but I stole the second kill just before he had a chance to squeeze off another round.
"DAMN YOU!" he yelled at me in mock anger.
"Paul…" I said, ignoring Billy and shaking my friends shoulder. His breath stank of alcohol.
"How much have you had?" I asked, grabbing the bottle out of his hand and taking a swig.
"Not much…" he drawled. As I looked under the table I found three empty bottles.
"Paul. There's half a bottle in my hand and three under the table. That's three and a half litres of Caribbean white rum and coconut. Do you honestly believe that that isn't much?" I pointed out. He wasn't listening; he was playing with a pepper pot. I rolled my eyes,
"Rebecca, can you sober him up?" I asked her, she was still standing there shaking.
"You ok?" Billy asked, poking her in the cheek. She jumped and looked around the room wildly,
"So…can you sober him up or not?" I asked her
"Umm…yeah just give me a second," she replied, reaching into her First Aid Kit for a blue herb.
"Alcohol is a poison you see, and blue herbs serve as a universal anti-venom, so theoretically this should get the alcohol out of his system," she explained as she fished around in her Kit a little longer, coming out with what looked like cigarette papers.
"Rollies?" I asked her, she grinned as she ground up the blue herb and laid out the powder evenly in the paper, rolling it neatly and putting it in Paul's mouth.
"Now Paul, I need you to smoke this for me ok?" she asked him whilst fishing his lighter out of his pocket and lighting the VERY special roll-up. Paul took a long drag, his pupils shrinking into almost nothingness for a brief period of time. When they returned to normal, 6 seconds later, he was as sober as…a sober person…
"Got any more of that stuff?" he asked with a cheerful grin,
"Piss head," I muttered as my brother ran up the stairs.
"What'd I miss?" he asked loudly, as he took in the scene in front of him, a slimy, fatigued Rebecca, an annoyed Billy, a sarcastic-as-hell brother and his friend Paul grinning like the cat that just ate the canary and his immediate family. Two obvious emotions showed on Oscar's face as he stared at his friend with a roll up in his mouth, one was confusion the other was sheer bloody righteous fury. He marched past the three bystanders and punched his 'friend' in the jaw knocking him to the ground, standing over the downed, unhappily sober teenager he growled out in a menacing voice,
"I want to know just one thing from you Paul: 1. What in the name of fuck possessed you to do something as stupid as…what you did?" Paul looked up with a hopeful look
"Uh…spontaneity?" he offered with a sheepish grin, finally realising just where he was, the surprise and horror could come later, if it came at all considering how hammered Paul could get at times. Oscar just sighed and pulled a folded up white utility belt from one of his larger pockets, detaching the radio and flashlight from it while leaving the waist light; and tossing them to me before handing the belt, complete with gun to Paul. I nodded to my brother and attached the radio and flashlight to my own belt.
"Paul, remember, aim for the head," I reminded him.
Billy looked out of the window, a man stood on top of a hill in the pouring rain wearing some sort of dress, singing loudly as the leeches swarmed towards him.
"Who is that guy?" Billy asked
"Cross-dresser," I stated simply as the train started,
"What's going on? Who's controlling the train?" Rebecca asked,
"Rebecca, go and check out the first engine car," Billy instructed "Listen!" he called after her as she ran to accomplish the task, "We gotta cooperate from now on, you got that?"
"Well I don't…" she started, only to be cut off by Billy,
"Clue in girl, or maybe you like being worm-bait!"
"Alright! But just remember, I will shoot you if you try anything funny!" she told Billy.
"Like this?" I asked as I kicked Billy into the bar and he toppled over the counter. Rebecca grimaced and turned away as Billy climbed to his feet,
"Take these with you," he called to her as he tossed a pack of 30 handgun rounds in her general direction. She grabbed them and turned to leave,
"If you find anything, gimme a call," he said
"Hey Bex! Wrong way!" I yelled at her and clambered out of the window on to the roof.
"SHIT IS IT RAINING HARD!" I yelled at her over the wind as she followed me onto the roof,
"HOW DO YOU KNOW WHERE YOU'RE GOING?" she yelled back,
"JUST TRUST ME!" I called to her as I made my way over the top of the carriages with Rebecca in pursuit. We skirted around the large hole at the back of the dining car and I indicated an exposed, broken cable.
"AFTER YOU!" I yelled to be heard. She smiled and edged past me, stopping as she reached the cable. As soon as she re-connected the broken cable, random liquid leeches from hell formed and leapt towards her,
"THE FUCK AM I LETTING YOU HIT THE GROUND FIRST!" I yelled as I dived in to the hole and turned over in mid-air, landing on my back with Rebecca landing on my stomach less than a second later. I lay there, quietly seething in pain,
"Ow," I said quietly. Rebecca climbed to her feet, allowing me to breathe,
"Why did you do that?" she asked me,
"Because you'd probably hurt yourself falling backwards into a hole like this and we wouldn't want that now, would we?" I said with a grin whilst struggling to my feet. She smiled and tried the door,
"We're locked in," she stated
"I know," I told her as I looked around the room. I quickly picked up the conductor's key, which I placed in the dumb-waiter, a green herb and a First aid spray, which I threw to Rebecca who put them in her first aid kit.
"Mind if I take these?" I asked her, indicating the two boxes of handgun ammo on the side.
"Go ahead," she said
"Do you have enough?" I asked her, almost concerned.
"Yeah I have about 60 rounds," she said reassuringly, I nodded and forced them into my pockets.
Rebecca looked around the room,
"So how do we get out of here?" she asked, trying to make conversation,
"Well, you could stick my head through the door…or you could wait until the others find an ice pick above the conductor's office and send it to us via the dumb-waiter in the kitchen," I answered her casually.
Looks like we were waiting then.
A/N: All right first I'd like to apologise for not updating for a while, I've had exams and stuff so yeah. Thanks to my reviewers, AzureRose15, Resident Kai and ddrman 06-07. I'll update again soon, hope you liked it! Oh and please R&R.