A/N;
Despite the ending, it's not the end of the chapter XD I find it strange that the humour in those one seems so… Subtle ._.
Ditto9 – Ah, I love that movie XD But I haven't seen it in ages ;_; I think I may have to look into that XD Clock Tower 3 is good, until you get to the Scissormen. They're just… Lame, which is a shame because they were quite freaky in the previous games :c
Tiger Snaps – Thanks XD I think it only appeals to a few people because of it's 'uniqueness' – But that's more pleasant to me :3
Little Lady Kunimitsu – I'm doing my best to keep a steady update of this while juggling the other stories X3 Since it's small, it's so much easier to manage and update :'D I just have to look back on things that happened with my friend for inspiration, lol xD
XxninjabrawlerXx – Rubber Duckies, I knew they had some use! Defenders of the people against the zombie apocalypse…
You know by now Resident evil doesn't belong to me.
"Hold on a second, you're a Redfield, and you don't have a shotgun?!"
"We do have a shotgun! It's because I'm a Redfield that I can't get a hold of that shotgun!"
"I bet you can't even handle a shotgun!"
The two stood outside of a heavy door, staring at the lock – Or, sets of locks – positioned one the edge of the tough looking wood and the door frame adjacent its side. It was known to the Redfield youngster that it was his father's gun room – A place he was accustom with, as well as with the firearms behind it's entrance.
"I can too handle a shot gun, Valentine." He shot back venomously, feeling highly offended. It was a known fact that he had a sharp eye, and the skill and common sense to handle. Most of the guns past that damned barrier – Including that shotgun. "Now isn't the time for you be so haughty!"
The female crossed her arms and turned her back to him, brooding primarily because her attitude had been handed right back to her. Perhaps both were in foul moods – Anyone with fear of being devoured by the dead couldn't possibly have chirpy dispositions.
"What do you suppose that we do then, Chris?" She asked, pacing her words evenly, as if testing to make sure he was even listening to her.
"Can't you pick the lock?" He asked, causing the girl to uncross her arms and hang her head low.
"… I can't get all of those locks, dad hasn't taught me how yet…" She admitted, damaging her pride in the process. Chris took a glance at the locks, before back to Jill. Some of those locks he had witness Jill tackle before on the school's grounds. He remember on one occasion the ease she had of picking off a padlock of the school's sports shed – Which coincidently lead to them being suspended a few weeks.
Breaking into the school's sport shed wasn't taboo enough to cause that, but for some bizarre reason, pushing another in a wheelbarrow while she banishes a shovel and a pitchfork in either hand is greatly frowned upon in society – Even if it was for the good reason of catching the frogs that had escaped their near death dissection class involving the seventh graders.
He put a hand on her shoulder as a slight comfort to the girl. "Don't sulk Jill. If it really makes you feel that bad, we'll find a hammer or something later and smash off the ones that give you a hard time."
She stifled a giggle, the statement seeming making both of them come to realise just how absurd their fear about the night was.
By the very end of the conversation, the two appeared to have calmed. With no more bumps in the night to startle their nerves, they managed to regain their courage, and laugh off how they had been acting. Zombies, really now. No such things existed, at least not in their existence.
"Nothing we've done tonight escapes this house, deal?" Jill asked after a pause, smiling due to her own embarrassment that followed her actions throughout the last half hour.
Chris gave a simple nod, "Absolute deal. What's say we give zombies a break for a bit and watch a vampire flick or something?"
"Sounds wonderful." She answered, still smiling as she glanced at him to once again confirm her agreement – And act that seemed to be common between the two by now. "Got anything in mind?"
"I dunno, we got plenty. What, twenty something?" He answered, unsure himself.
Jill scrunched up her nose, pulling face with a look of sheer disgust. "But we didn't get all good ones, Chris. At least not for movie night."
"How so?" He asked, his turn to tilt his head in questioning.
"Well, 'Kiss of a Vampire' isn't a good pick. Good movie, I guess, but not for tonight. 'Bled', I can't tell, the thing was more like a incubus that happened to have a fondness for blood."
"Oh, picky picky, aren't we?" Chris chuckled.
"Well I want something with no happy ending, and that isn't all about love." She shrug indifferently, "Love's over rated."
"You're only thirteen; you can't go saying that, you're too young!" Chris laughed in turn, but carried on, "That's hard to do anyway! For some reason, people are real attracted to blood suckers." He paused for a moment, only faintly remembering a few of the movie titles remaining on the table with their abandoned M&Ms. What game could they now possibly have with those? Each time someone gets bitten? Oh, the sweet thought of overdosing on sugary goodness.
"Guess it's gonna be Russian Roulette for us then, isn't it?" Jill smirked, grabbing the boy's hand and leading him back off into the lounge room.
A faint shadow appeared leaked through a crack in the window close by – taking it's time across the ground and to the now forgotten door, light clicks of locks being disarmed from their duties being ignored.
