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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 12

Nick was with Red in the communications room when the sun came up. Red was about Nick’s height, although Nick could have sworn he was taller when he first saw him. He was bigger than Nick though, more muscles. He was still wearing a black t-shirt and soft black cap.

Nick had done a shift on lookout, relieving Alice and Greg who seemed keen to find somewhere private. Then he spent the rest of the night talking to Red. They discussed how to get their people out on the plane, the illegal’s operation, and their preferred method for taking out zombies. The conversation became pretty testosterone heavy, and they even got to discussing girls. Red confessed that he and Annie used to have a thing, however Nick got the feeling that if he had it his way, they would still be dating. Red asked straight out if there was anything between him and Harriet, to which Nick replied there was, however was not sure what that was yet. Nick wasn’t sure if he had just guessed from the way he had been talking about Harriet, or if Red was trying to find out whether he had a shot or not.

“It’s all over the news now,” said Red, as he watched their footage being replayed on the news for what must have been the 10^th time.

“Is it going to make a difference?” asked Nick.

“Maybe not to us,” said Red, “but it’s important that people start asking questions. Hemlock’s already spinning it into something kind of believable sounding. Last news real, he was saying Hilde was acting alone and that she has been court marshalled,” Red let out a large sigh.

“I guess they’ll say that they killed her and try to look like the good guys,” said Nick.

Harriet and Annie walked into the communications room, both looking a little groggy.

“Morning,” said Harriet, still wearing her blood covered denim shirt and carrying her backpack and weapons. Nick wondered if she ever took her backpack off, even to sleep. Then he realised he knew the answer to that question.

“How did you sleep?” Nick asked, he no longer felt so awkward or shy showing her affection in front of other people and gave her a hug and a kiss.

“Good, you know considering the sleeping conditions,” she looked down at her shirt. Now that it was light, the blood was even more obvious, “I think I need a change of shirt,” she said, looking down at herself.

“There’s some spare clothes downstairs,” said Red, “and hey, I’m Red.”

“Harriet,” she offered her hand and they shook.

“And thanks, to both of you,” Red said looking at Harriet and Nick, “that footage is everywhere.”

“What are they saying about it?” asked Annie, entering the conversation.

“Hemlock is spinning the usual shit, but not everyone is buying it,” said Red, “Frank did a great job explaining the context of the outbreak, and raising suspicions. People still trust him. You were right Annie, he was the best person to get the video to.”

“How do you know Frank West?” asked Nick.

“I met him a long time ago, haven’t seen him for years, but I still had some contact details for him,” she said. Just like Harriet used to, Nick noticed his question was skilfully dodged.

“We better get going now that the sun’s up,” said Harriet.

“I want to come to,” said Annie.

“It’s dangerous out there Annie,” said Red

“I’m well aware of that Red,” she said with a withering look, “come on, let’s get some weapons.” With that, Harriet and Anna jogged downstairs for some supplies.

Nick hesitated before he left, “hey Red, we’ll look after her. She’ll be back safe, you have my word.”

“Appreciate it man,” said Red gruffly, without turning from the computer screen, “will you be back by nightfall?”

“Yeah, we’ll be back,” and with that Nick left to join the others and arm up.

After a change of shirt for Harriet, and weapons resupply for all, they set out on foot to the Collectors House nearby. Harriet wanted to say goodbye to Anna before they left, but she was still passed out in the corner under a mountain of blankets.

They walked down the stairs and to the exit, Harriet took another look around now that it was light, “there should be two exits here,” she said to no one. However apparently deciding there was nothing she could do about it now, she turned to Nick.

“How’s the head?” she asked.

“All better I think, just a bit of a headache,” he replied.

“Here,” said Annie, handing Nick a little bottle of pills, “these should do the trick.”

“Thanks,” said Nick as he swallowed back two and placed the rest in his jeans pocket.

They didn’t have far to go, however agreed it would be safer to use the car. Nick drove and had a practice at avoiding the packs. He thought he was getting better at it. The most important thing was not to get stuck on dead bodies, or get the car stuck on anything else. He drove up the street and they all hopped out at the collector’s house.

As soon as they got out, Annie and Harriet began firing and clearing a path. The group already felt like it had a rhythm. Harriet and Anna fired forward and Nick used a spiked bat he had picked up in the weapons locker to knock any down that tried to sneak up from behind.

Finding the front door locked, Nick found a way over the concrete fence and dropped into the walled garden below. I wish I could afford a place like this, thought Nick. The house was large and of modern concrete construction with clean lines and open spaces. Before anyone really had a chance to admire the place, they needed to clear the area. It appeared there was a party on in the house before the outbreak and within the walls there were dozens of zombies.

Everyone switched to their firearms and got to work. They stayed in formation, with their backs to the wall and each person methodically shot each zombie in the head as they walked towards them. More zombies piled out of the house, drawn by the noise and the group took them out one by one. I’m kind of getting the hang of this.

After they had taken down about 50 zombies, they stopped lumbering out of the house, and the area became quite.

“Time to start looking for those parts,” Nick said, “I’ll check the garage.”

“It’s probably best we don’t split up,” said Harriet.

“I know. I have seen horror movies before. Never split up,” said Annie.

In the Garage, Nick waded through an assortment of items that appeared completely random to him. Lamps, old maps, door handles and an entire box of hinges. His search narrowed however when he found an area of the garage dedicated to spare parts.

“Got it! Here’s the altimeter, Harry, your bag?” he placed the item in her backpack. After a while, he found the rudder arm, which he also placed in her bag and he decided the flywheel wouldn’t fit and therefore had to carry it. He looked over at Annie, who looked bored.

“Want to look for those supplied now Annie?” Nick asked.

“Sure thing,” she jogged out of the garage and a zombie they had missed lunged at her, tackling her to the ground.

“Annie!” screamed Nick, as he ran over and hauled it off her, holding back its arms. Harriet was already there with her knife and plunged it into its head. Nick let the body slump to the ground.

“You okay?” he asked. Annie looked shaken, which Nick hadn’t seen before.

“Yeah. I keep forgetting I’ve got to be careful. Is it possible to get too used to zombies?” asked Annie.

“Definitely,” said Harriet, “sometimes you get so sick of always been on guard, you just… let your guard down.”

“Well, that sufficiently freaked me out,” said Annie whiles wiping herself off. Harriet gently picked out a small piece of zombie meat in Annie’s blonde hair, and gave the ends a little flick.

“I like the tips,” said Harriet, indicating to the black tips on Annie’s blond bob.

“Thanks, they’re new,” said Annie.

“Well you pull it off,” said Harriet.

Nick felt a little out of place and he didn’t know why. Should he also comment on her hair? He decided to join the conversation by saying something practical.

“I’ll go in first then,” Nick ventured, and walked towards the house.

“Get it!” said Harriet, and gave Nick a substantial slap on the ass.

Nick stopped short in surprise, and turned back to the girls. Both Harriet and Annie were suppressing their laughs. Harriet raised her hands up, feigning innocence, “if you don’t want your butt slapped, you shouldn’t be wearing jeans two sizes too small for you.”

Nick looked down at his jeans self-consciously, they were pretty tight around his legs, “they were the only ones left in the locker,” he thought it better to have fun with it and did some lunges to stretch them out. This only made Annie laugh harder.

“Come on,” said Annie, and gave Nick a little push to put him off balance. Nick wobbled, however caught his balance and made his way to the glass porch sliding door and entered the home. He stood in the entranceway and had a look at the large open space and double height ceiling of the open plan kitchen and living area.

“Damn this is a nice house,” he exclaimed, “we should set-up a safe house here!”

Annie started picking up packaged food items, and opened up a packet of chips for herself and wolfed them down. Harriet shoved some food in her pack and made her way upstairs.

“I’ll help,” said Nick and followed her.

Nick did a sweep of two of the bedrooms and found a handgun, which he was very happy with. He met up with Harriet who was rummaging through the closet.

“This looks more your size,” said Harriet, holding up a pair of skinny, flared disco pants. She advanced on Nick, holding the waistband up to his hips to measure.

“No way!” said Nick, holding up his hands, “I’d rather keep the tight jeans!”

As Harriet got closer, she noticed the gun tucked in to the front of his pants. She reached her hand towards the gun and slowly pulled it out.

“Is this for me?” she asked, with a wide smile.

Nick pressed himself against Harriet, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissed her. Harriet responded, feeling his chest with both her hands and then pushed him.

Nick fell backwards, however didn’t hit the ground, he landed on the bed, which he now discovered had been behind him, with his legs dangling towards the ground. Harriet hopped on top of him and continued to kiss Nick hard. He slid his hands down her back, over her ass and thighs before he got half a second to think. He sat upright, and gently pushed Harriet back.

“Annie’s, just downstairs,” he whispered, “the door isn’t even closed.”

“So?” said Harriet, and wrapped her legs around his waist.

His brain gave up and he continued to kiss her whiles running his hand through her hair. Harriet began to kiss his neck and he closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling.

When he briefly opened his eyes, he saw Annie scurry away from the doorframe.

“Sorry,” Annie mumbled, as she trailed off down the hallway.

Harriet stopped, and looked shyly over her shoulder. Nick felt guilty for some reason.

“We really should… stop. And get going, you know?” said Nick.

“Yes,” said Harriet, sliding off Nick to her feet, “definitely. Sorry. Ahh…”

“No, it’s just, not a great time—”

“Of course, no you’re right,” she said and popping the gun in her holster and making her way down the corridor.

“Sorry about that Annie,” Harriet said down the stairs.

Annie sounded more awkward than Nick and Harriet combined, “no… ah, yeah, it’s cool.”

The incident seemed to signal that their work at the collector’s house was done and they made their way back to the car.
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