Chapter 3: the road to hell (aka the mall).
But first a word from me the jesterkeef: hey people, dead rising 2 is gonna rock, I am gonna have a many Flcl moments bashing heads with the guitars. So yeah keep on rockin, truckin and ramble on .And don't get your head flattened by consumer America. Now back to the story.
As Pierot walked the dark road, zombies approached him, they were slow and stupid, but the numbers kind of worried him, he had to run or hide, or something. He reached into his pocket and got out a small bottle of whiskey, and drank, he then took another swing, reached for his lighter, blew into the blue flame, scorching fire blinded the street, the zombies closest to him feeling the heat, and then he was gone, disappeared, as would a magician. In reality he was just hiding behind some wooden fence, in a green yard fronting a wooden house. What irony, saved by the American dream he said to himself in a low wild voice.
He turned around facing the house only to hear a scream, he felt worried, he got up and ran towards the house, half scared half ecstatic; Alice was tickling his brain, playing with his emotions. He got in, the sturdy door fragile in front of living grinning souls. The room was empty filled with typical furniture, a living room with a flat screen T.V, a couch and of course toys, and rubber bones for lucky the golden retriever.
Only lucky was not a golden retriever but a Rottweiler, and he had zombified, how did Pierot know this? Easy Lucky, actually named Butcher was standing on top of the stairs leading to the living room, foaming at the mouth and on a leach, the leacher was a dark cloaked figure, and behind him stood, or hunched to be more exact, a thinner cloaked silhouette, and two small ones all covered in maroon cloaks. They slowly climbed down the stairs, the dog barking angrily, shaking crazily wanting to let loose, but the grip of his master was too strong, as the family of four approached, Pierot ran up the stairs dropping his guitar and body slammed the master in the gut, instantly dropping the man, but freeing the angry fast beast. He than grabbed one of the small ones by the foot and spun her around knocking back mother and other brother. The dog jumped from behind, but to no avail, Pierot moved instantly and Cerberus minus two heads landed on the mom now struggling to get up. He quickly jumped back, and grabbed his guitar, ran up the stairs and finished off the zombie family, a tear in one eye, and a glint of mischief in the other. He uncloaked the members, and found out they were part of a cult, one apparently worshiping the green manalishy with the two pronged horn.