Hey guys, here's chapter 3 for ya! One thing that's kinda been upsetting me... You are leaving hardly any reviews, I mean c'mon, I say to leave one every chapter! Even if you don't have a fanfic account you can still leave one by typing into that little box at the bottom of the page. *Le sigh*
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Resident Evil games or movies nor any of it's characters and zombies except for the ones created by me within this story.
Things Might Finally Be Looking Up...
The Survivor's P.O.V.
When I woke up in the morning the first thing I did was check over the edge of the roof if that monster was still there, then I heard a familiar roar.
"Yep, he's still there." I groaned and sat by my makeshift campfire. I pulled a box of matches and a pack of cigarettes out of my pocket. I put one of the cigs in my mouth and lit it, then took a puff. I used another match to start a fire to cook breakfast, which was stale toast and bacon, I was gonna need a plan to get away from that beast before I ran out of supplies. I pulled out my map of the city and started examining it.
"There would be plenty of supplies in the shopping district... But there's bound to be more than a few zombitches there. Hm... What about the city hall?... Nah, never really liked the place anyways..."
The Monster's P.O.V.
The puny little pig was still up there. I was going to get him no matter what. I patrolled around the building, looking for any way to climb up. He had demolished the fire escape ladder and broken off all the ledges on the windows so they were unclimbable. I looked up and saw him peeking over the roof's edge and roared at him. He scrambled away from the edge and went back to whatever little pigs do when they hide.
When is the little pig gonna come down? I growled and looked up to see smoke rising from the roof.
The little pig is having breakfast, but soon he'll be the breakfast...
The Soldier's P.O.V.
I woke up to a roar, the beast was still down there across the street, and judging by the smoke, that other guy was still up on that rooftop having breakfast. I stood up and popped my back. I grabbed my gun off the ground and aimed with my the ACOG scope on it to get a closer look at what the other guy was doing. He seemed to be plotting out a supply run, or maybe some way to get away from that beast. I sighed and lung the gun over my back, then I grabbed my bag and walked over to the edge of the roof.
Maybe he can be useful to me. But if I'm going to recruit him, I'm gonna need to lure that creature away. I climbed down to street level and pulled out my pistol, then fired off a shot at the beast, it looked up and roared, then stood and grabbed it's chainsaw.
Better start running... I turned tail and ran as fast as I could, dodging the zombies and debris as I went.
The Survivor's P.O.V.
I heard that thing roar again. I looked over the ledge again and saw it chasing some guy, I smiled.
"Here's my chance." I grabbed my AR-15 and a few bags, then climbed down from the rooftop and ran the opposite direction that the stranger and the beast went.
"No way I want to run into that thing again..."
The Monster's P.O.V.
I was going to kill this little rodent for shooting me. I kept charging down the street after him, knocking my brethren aside if they got in my way. He turned down an alleyway, when I turned to follow him, he was gone.
Where is that rat!? I looked around and roared as loud as I could, frustrated from losing the tricky little rodent.
The Soldier's P.O.V.
Man that was close... I took off my gas mask and wiped the sweat off of my forehead, then put it back on and ran along the rooftops. If what I had seen on his map was right, he was going to go to the shopping district. After a few hours of running ,jumping over alleys, and killing zombies that had stumbled onto the rooftops, I finally got to my destination, and I could see the man from earlier walking down the street carrying a few bags of supplies, heading back towards his campsite. I slowly climbed down to street level and silently followed him. We made it back to his building and he climbed up with his newly obtained supplies while I went back to my hiding spot across the street and watched him through the ACOG scope on my Remington.
The Survivor's P.O.V.
I set down my bags of supplies and my gun, then lied down on my sleeping bag and sighed.
"Man, it's been a long day..." I shut my eyes and smiled, I had enough supplies to last me an entire week now, and I was proud of it. I lit a cigarette and took a nice, long drag. I lied there and smoked it down, then slowly slipped off into sleep.