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Dead Rising 3: A New Player	By : PennyBFarthing Category: +A through F > Dead Rising series Views: 5550 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Dead Rising 3, or it's characters. I have used characters, storyline and location details from Dead Rising 3 by Capcom, I make no money from writing this story.

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Chapter 1

“Well, that was a bust,” Nick muttered to himself as he navigated his way back through the quarantine zone. No food and no way out. I have no idea why I volunteered for this. There were a few stray zombies lumbering around, but at this stage Nick found it easier to run around them than to fight them off with his wrench.

He hesitated for a moment as he approached the gauntlet. There must have been hundreds of people in the holding area before they turned zombie. Now only a chain link fence separated him and the hoard on either side. “Come on, Nick, you’ve got to go,” he said to himself in the way of a pep talk. He quietly walked through the corridor drawing the eyes of every zombie in the pen. As he progressed through the corridor, their growls and the rattling of the fences grew louder. You’re half way now, home and hosed.

As if in ironic response to his optimism, the fence began to tear behind him.

“Holy Shit!” he said, as he picked up the pace, and then just to his right the fence busted open.

“Fuck!” he set off at full sprint now. The zombies were spilling into the corridor and out into the open. One particularly large prisoner zombie in an orange jump suit took a particular liking to Nick, and he set off after him at an alarming pace. This led Nick to think for a crazy moment that perhaps they didn’t forget everything they were as people after all…

After a sprint out of the quarantine zone and into the sunlight, the day brought fresh horror. The previously abandoned road into the nearest exit out of Los Perdidos was overrun.

“Shit shit shit!” without much thought Nick ran for a gap in the pack and dove through an opening of the freeway fencing to the road below. He liked to think he was pretty agile, however he misjudged the distance, his knees clipped the bottom edge of the paving, and he hit the road below.

The next thing he remembered, he was on his back looking up at the sky. His eyes couldn’t focus, as he tried to collect himself and take in his surroundings a face started to come into view. His ears were ringing, but he could hear someone talking to him, asking him questions.

“Can you hear me?” said a voice trying to obtain a response. “Can you walk?”

At least it’s not a zombie, but in an outbreak that’s not always such a good thing either. He scrambled to standing and tried to square them off in a defensive position, however stumbled to his knees. As his eyes finally began to focus, he could see his two hands out in front of him steadying himself on the pavement. A pair of woman’s hands reached down and gently grabbed both forearms, pulling him to standing and holding him steady. She had long dark hair and thick eyelashes framing a large set of violet eyes.

“We have to go now. They are coming for us. Can you walk?” she asked kindly.

“Yeah,” Nick said, although not sounding as confident as he would have liked.

“We’ve got to move, do you have somewhere to be?” asked the stranger.

“The diner.”

“Not sure where that it is, can you take me?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Which direction?”

Nick looked around to get his bearings. It was a fucking disaster zone. The road ahead was teaming with the dead, and the freeway behind and above them had kamikaze zombies tumbling over the edge with their characteristic lack of self-regard.

They both saw it and heard it at the same time. A plane... in a nosedive... heading in their direction.

“SHIT!” it was the girl saying it this time.

“That way!” shouted Nick, pointing at the road ahead towards the diner and a group of cars for shelter. She grabbed his hand and pulled him towards cover. Fuelled by adrenaline, Nick ran towards the wrecks and jumped for cover as a large passenger aircraft flew close overhead. It crashed a few hundred yards ahead of them, and he felt the searing heat as the jet exploded into flames.

After the crash settled and Nick regained his composure, he realised he had both arms and his body shielding his new companion from the blast. He removed his arms from around her and placed his hands on the edge of the car for support.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she was breathing heavily.

“The diner’s not far. We’ve just got to make it down the road a ways, through a short underground walkway to the left and the diner is right there. Can’t miss it.”

“Are you ready?” she looked at him intently as if to gauge his strength. He would have said the look was unsettling but for the concern on her face. Once again, her eyes struck him. They were really quite beautiful.

“I guess I don’t have a choice. Let’s go,” he said, and was surprised by how brave he sounded. As they stood up he saw hundreds of them on the road, many distracted by the plane crash ahead. He still had his wrench and he looked at the woman to see how she would defend herself. She reached into an external strap on her calf and retrieved a knife with knuckle-duster grip. In one leap she jumped to the hood of the nearest car, then lightly stepped onto the roof and looked back at Nick. I guess we’re doing this.

The best way through dead seemed to be by jumping from car to car. As they leapt from hood to trunk he heard a sickening scream. To their right, a dying survivor of the crash stumbled amongst a dozen zombies having chunks taken out of him from all around. Nick stared momentarily at the scene in fear and horror as he decided what to do. Before he could act, she drew a handgun from her hip holster and shot the survivor in the skull with one shot. Nick turned to her in shock.

“We have to go,” she said, “they know we’re here now.” What just happened?

But there was no time to contemplate. The group surrounding the dying survivor had disbanded. Half had descended on the dead man to eat, while the other half had turned their attention to them. This was bad. In Nick’s experience, once a few zombies paid attention to you, soon they all would. They picked up their pace and made it about 8 cars along before their gravy train ended.

She leapt onto the road to make way for a gap in front. Nick had never seen such swift and efficient zombie killing before. She stabbed the first zombie in the skull and withdrew her knife with relative ease, while kicking another to her left to the ground. Without wasting time, Nick jumped into the fray and swung his wrench 3 times in quick succession at a zombie blocking his way. The one on the ground started to stir and he stomped on its head for good measure. She was already a few paces ahead and had downed 5 zombies around her. How does she do that?

Once they found the break, they were upon the entrance to the crashed plane. It was a sad sight to see. Unfortunate looking hand luggage was strewn around the abandoned seats. Zombies still strapped to their seats snarled and struggled to grab at them. She was searching for supplies in the plane as she went and shoving them in a small backpack. Nick decided to follow suit and grabbed a mini bottle of wine he found on an overturned airline trolley.

She looked over at Nick to see him holding aloft a mini bottle of airplane red. He suddenly felt very foolish and gave her a sheepish grin. To Nick’s surprise she cracked the first smile he ever saw from her.

“There’ll be plenty of time for that later. How much further is the diner?” she said.

“Just through this next section of road and to the left.”

They both heard another scream calling out far ahead in the crowd. It was too late for her, her arm had been torn off, and she was trying to scramble away with the other. Nick looked to his new acquaintance with helplessness. She drew her gun once more and with astonishing accuracy, shot the survivor in the head with one bullet.

“Jesus,” he said.

“I know, I’m sorry. Sometimes there is nothing I can do,” she said as she looked down in her pack. Although Nick could see she was looking at nothing. Avoiding his eyes.

The next stretch of road was much like the first. Car to car, make for a gap, and repeat. The violet-eyed woman was clearing a path with ease, however Nick thought he was holding his own as well. He was getting better with his wrench, knocking down, dodging and stomping the dead as he went. Just when Nick was so out of breath he thought he couldn’t swing another blow, the entrance to the tunnel came into sight. They entered the concrete structure, and thankfully there were fewer zombies in the tunnel. The grates underneath them were teeming with zombies however, and Nick was sure to be careful of his step.

They exited the tunnel. “Just there,” he said, pointing to the entrance of the lime green building with the words “The Dilly Diner” emblazoned in neon lights. As they hurtled towards the door he yelled, “Rhonda let us in!” The door opened inwards and they both ran through, however a lone zombie near the entrance tried to follow after them. The new girl assisted Rhonda and Nick to shut the door by putting her back to it and using her legs as leverage. Once the door clicked shut, she closed her eyes and breathed heavily, apparently recovering from the effort.

Before anyone had time to collect themselves, the straggler zombie had smashed the small viewing window of the door and had grabbed a large chunk of the new girl’s thick dark hair. She let out a small scream and dropped her knife, instinctively grabbing the other end of her hair to prevent herself from being pulled towards the zombie’s open jaw.

“Oh my God!” Rhonda said, as she stepped back and covered her mouth in disbelief, while looking around for something with which to fend it off. Nick acted faster than he thought was possible. He grabbed the knife from the ground with his right hand and held the back of her skull with his left. For a moment it seemed like time slowed down. The stranger looked up into Nick’s eyes as she struggled to pull her hair free. Nick looked into her eyes and realised she as terrified.

Nick sliced through her hair at the base of her skull, freeing her from its grasp and throwing her to the ground. The zombie grabbed Nick’s forearm and pulled it in for a taste.

Rhonda lunged her crow bar through the eye socket of the zombie, and it slumped to the ground outside with the crow bar still firmly lodged in its brain. Nick slumped to the ground on his ass and then laid flat on his back, struggling to catch his breath.

“What the fuck happened? And who is this?” said Dick pointing to the recently shorn woman on the floor.

“We’re not going to make it!” said Peter, a survivor who had held up with the others at the diner with his mother since the outbreak. “There’s too many of them, and we have NO FOOD”.

“Here,” she said, reaching into her bag and pulling some packets of airline snacks and water, throwing something to each of them in the room. There was Dick, a trucker who unfortunately stopped in to Los Perdidos just before the outbreak 3 days earlier, Peter, his mother, Rhonda and an illegal girl named Annie.

“And my name’s Harriet.”

“Nice to meet you Harriet,” said Nick, as he momentarily looked up from the floor, still too exhausted to get up. “And thanks for saving my ass back there.”

“I aught to be thanking you, but I have to say… for a second there, I thought you were going to kill me.”

“Kill you?” he said, genuinely perplexed.

“This is touching, but we’ve got to make a game plan. It’s only a matter of time before they break in,” said Rhonda.

“Relax sweetheart. As long as they’re out there and we are in here, we have nothing to worry about,” said Dick, while leaning against the jukebox. The music started up instantly, and “Jukebox in Siberia” started blaring from the diner’s sound system.

Nick leapt up in an instant, “Turn it off! Turn it off!” he said, as he lunged at the power cord. The music stopped, however the damage had been done. The zombies in the street around the diner started paying more attention and lumbered towards the windows.

“We’re all gonna DIE!!” screamed Peter’s mother, as she ran towards the door and outside before anyone had a chance to stop her.

“MOTHER!!!!” he shouted, as the zombies surrounded her. She screamed as the first one grabbed her ankle and took a chunk out of her calf. It was all happening too quickly. Peter ran after her and was being pulled out of the door by a pack of zombies as Nick grabbed his arm and attempted to pull him to safety.

Harriet was there in an instant. She drew her handgun and shot Peter’s mother through the opening of the door whiles simultaneously trying to pull Peter back inside. A zombie bit Peter right in the neck as he screamed helplessly. Her second shot was for Peter’s face; forcing his body back in to the crowd of zombies and giving her time push the door shut once more.

“That’s given us some time, but we need to get out of here, now. Where else can we go?” said Harriet.

It took Rhonda a little while to respond, trying to digest what she had just seen. As a spray of intestines hit the window, Dick blew chunks on the floor. “I have a garage in Ingleton. It’s not too far from here, but we have nothing to fight them off with! I just lost my crowbar in the last one!”

“Okay,” said Harriet, “everyone try to find a weapon.”

“I’ve got a sledgehammer,” said Dick, wiping the vomit from his mouth.

“Good. What else have we got?” asked Harriet.

“I don’t know. We’re kind of slim on the ground here honey,” said Rhonda. “Nick, you’re good at fixing things. I’ve seen you come up with genius stuff at the garage. Can you rig something up?” Rhonda looked at Nick who was pacing up and down with his hands in his hair.

“Yeah… Yeah. I can get something together.” Nick said as the windows of the diner started to break. He grabbed the sledgehammer from Dick, and a cement saw he found on the ground. Peter was so happy when he found it. He thought it was going to keep him and his mother safe.

Nick rigged together a sledge saw with nothing but duct tape. It was amazing. He couldn’t help but give himself a small grin. He looked over at Harriet who was shaking her head, however he noticed she was giving a small grin too.

“Okay, they’re coming in, is there a back exit?” said Harriet more seriously.

‘Yeah, through the kitchen,” said Rhonda.

“We’ll find a car as soon as we can. Nick and I will take point. You three make sure no stragglers come at us from behind.” Harriet said, taking control.

“Screw this! I’ve got places to be,” Annie pulled her bat from behind the counter and took off through the front door. With great skill she made for the breaks and swung her bat at the heads of any zombies in her way. She was quick and made it through the pack with no problems.

“Okay, just you two then,” said Harriet, “let’s move.”
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