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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 14

Nick could see evidence of the attack everywhere he looked. All the doors had been left open, there were over turned drums, discarded shells, and a few empty flash grenades, but no bodies. He had no idea what to do and struggled to kick his brain into gear. No bodies were a good sign; his friends may not be dead. He looked over at Annie, and could see she was freaking the fuck out. She had always seemed so collected, but now she was beginning to breath heavily, grabbing her head with both hands and looking around the grounds wildly.

“Annie, we need to keep it together,” said Nick as he approached her, “there are no bodies, so your friends may still be alive.” Our friends. Alice and Greg. Dwayne. Anna! He swallowed a bubble of panic.

“Why would they do that, why wouldn’t they just kill them! This doesn’t make any sense,” said Annie, sounding increasingly panicked.

Nick gingerly put a hand on her shoulder, and Annie shrugged it off fiercely, “this isn’t what they do. They’ve been killing survivors, why take prisoners now.”

“Information,” said Harriet, “they’re trying to find something,” Harriet walked in front of Annie and made eye contact with her, as if to bring her out of where ever she was going, “Annie, this is good. They are holding them somewhere, and that means we can get them out.”

Annie seemed to start computing the facts and began to calm herself down. She was still sad however, and turned away from Nick and Harriet, wiping her eyes with her sleeve, “let’s search the place. See if we can find anything,” said Annie, and with that, she walked towards the lower entrance to the building.

Nick followed quickly behind her, on alert in case any of the dead had wondered in. They quietly walked inside and couldn’t hear anything. Nick looked to his left and saw a small body on the ground, wrapped in blankets and wearing a blue hoodie.

“Oh god! Anna!” Nick said, as he ran and knelt by her side.

She sat bolt upright, scaring the shit out of Nick, “Nick!” she exclaimed, “Oh, thank God! I was keeping quiet because I thought you were more of the special ops.”

Nick gave her a hug, “I thought you were dead!”

“I was playing dead convincingly then,” said Anna. Harriet walked in and registered the scene, giving Anna a wide genuine smile. She then quickly moved up the corridor, presumably to clear the area.

“What happened here?” asked Annie gravely.

“Special Ops stormed the place,” said Anna, “We didn’t have much time to put up a proper fight, and they started taking everyone away. Doug found me before they broke through the door, he told me to lie still, listen to everything that was said. With my leg bleeding, and wrapped in the blankets, I must have looked dead.”

“Doug asked, where they were taking him, and they kept on asking if they had seen anyone with a number tattooed on their neck. He either never registered they were after you Nick, or he refused to give you up. They gave him a good punch in the stomach, but nothing worse. Doug asked what they wanted, and they asked him again if he had seen anyone with the tattoo. They even promised a reward,” Anna reached into her hoodie pocket and pulled out an A4 sheet of paper, “here.”

Nick looked down at the flyer, and saw a drawing of a face in profile. It was a blank face, like that of a mannequin. On the side of its neck were two hash tags and a note explaining that the government were searching for anyone with a number, any number, tattooed on their neck.

“So they don’t know my face,” Nick paused and examined the flyer again, absorbing the enormity of what he was reading, “All of this… it’s because they are after me and Diego?” asked Nick. His mind was whirring. Why me? And then he thought of his immunity. How could they know I am immune?

Harriet walked back into the room, “all clear. Anna, thank God!” she knelt down beside her and gave her a hug. She looked over at Nick who was silently staring at the flyer. She gently took it off him and looked at it intently.

“Anything you’re not telling us Nick?” asked Anna, still sitting on the ground.

“No, I swear. I don’t know what they want from me!” said Nick. Anna said nothing but gave him a questioning look.

“Okay, the only thing I can think of is… I didn’t get Zombrex the other night. There was none left at the Ingleton Motel, and by that stage, Harriet realised I had no sign of infection and my wound had started to heal itself,” he showed her the bite wound, which was indeed healing nicely, “but that tattoo has been on my neck as long as I can remember, and I have no idea if it has anything to do with that.”

“You said they are looking for you and Diego. Is that the guy who found the plan?” said Annie.

“Yeah, he and I did the same foster home circuit growing up and he also has a number on his neck,” said Nick.

“So let’s see, two orphans, both branded and one immune to the zombie virus without explanation,” said Annie sardonically, “and now the government is desperately searching for you. It’s all starting to add up to something.”

That old ugly feeling started to bubble up again in Nick’s chest. It felt like anger, but he thought it was a bit more than that. Nick the unloved, fucked up freak.

“We don’t know what it adds up to though Annie,” said Harriet, “and it doesn’t change anything. We still need to find out where our friends are, and we need to make sure they don’t get their hands on Nick,” said Harriet rather fiercely.

“Give me a look at that flyer,” said Annie. Harriet handed it over.

Annie whistled, “Five million dollars reward, that’s a lot of money Nick! You better watch yourself, a lot of people would do more than kill for that kind of money,” she looked back down at the flyer, “well this is idiotic, along with a number to call to provide information, they say if you can’t get a working line you can provide information in person at the Ingleton Taxi Company,” she handed the flyer back to Nick, “I bet that’s where they are keeping them.”

“How long ago did they leave, Anna?” asked Nick.

“About 45 minutes,” said Anna.

Nick knew they needed a plan, but couldn’t think of anything that would ensure they were all going to be safe. Storming a secure special ops area would mean people dying. If not there own lives, at the least they would have to kill the special ops forces. This felt different from killing bikers who decided to take prisoners for fun. However he knew they would kill his friends if he didn’t find them. They would then come for him. A survival instinct coupled with moral relativism settled within him.

“I’ll pretend I’m a prisoner,” said Nick, with a new form of grim determination, “say you want the reward, bind my hands, and that will get us into the compound.”

“It’s dangerous,” said Harriet.

“But it will give us a chance to catch them off guard,” said Annie, “they are desperately searching for tattooed necks, and if we show up with one, that will give them pause. It’s better than trying to shoot our way in. And from what I have seen of the taxi dispatch, that gate will be difficult to get open, and from my scouting, I haven’t been able to see a better way in.”

“I think it’s our best shot, and anything we try is going to be a risk,” said Nick.

Harriet thought this through, her logic always seemed to override her emotions where it counted, “I don’t like it, but it could be a good enough Trojan horse. Annie, are there any vantage points to the taxi dispatch.”

“Yeah, a perfect one,” said Annie, “The roof across the road is high enough to see in, but a billboard obscures the view of the roof. We could scout from up there and make a plan. It’s getting dark though, which could work for or against us.”

“Okay,” said Harriet, “Anna, we need to get you to a safe place. This isn’t safe anymore, without the defences; the dead could walk in at anytime. We need to get you to the plane.”

“I know where it is, I can take her there,” said Annie.

“Okay, we’ll load up on weapons here. Nick and I will take the roller bike to the roof across the road from the taxi dispatch. Annie, you take Anna to the plane–”

“I’m not staying behind like some lame duck!” said Anna.

“I’m not hearing any of it Anna! This is too important,” said Harriet with authority.

“Alright…” said Anna, reluctantly.

“What about me?” asked Annie.

“Take Anna in the muscle car and meet us on top of the roof so we can refine our plan,” said Harriet, “any questions?”

“Yeah,” asked Nick, “what are we doing again?”

“At this stage, we are loading up, getting Anna safe, meeting on the roof…. and then… deciding on the next plan of action,” said Harriet.

“Oh, okay,” said Nick, sounding less sure.

With that, they all loaded up on supplies from the weapons locker, grabbed something to eat, Anna and Annie headed off in the muscle car and Nick and Harriet hopped on the bike.

“Can I drive?” asked Nick, “I really wanted to give it a go last time, but my hand had just been bitten.”

“Go ahead,” said Harriet with a smile, “let’s see what you got,” she said as she gave Nick’s butt a slap as he hopped onto the rollerhawg.

“Okay, this is cool,” said Nick as he hopped onto the bike and Harriet sat behind him, “what does this do?” said Nick as he reached for a button on the left hand side.

A jet of flame spewed forth from the vehicle, and as he released the button the flames ceased, “Oh! So that’s how he did it.”

“Perfect for getting to the compound, especially as it’s getting dark” said Harriet in his ear, “but maybe lay off as we approach.”

Nick and Harriet roared westward to Ingleton. The rollerhawg made the perfect zombie apocalypse vehicle, both burning and rolling down any zombies in their way. Nick had to admit that he was having a good time as they went. The vehicle felt unstoppable. It mowed down scores of zombies in their way, and shot a jet of flames at any cars or flammable drums in their way.

Nick used the back streets to find his way to the rooftop across from the compound. They hopped off the bike and made their way to the roof to wait for Annie.

“What do we do now?” said Nick, peering over the edge to get a lay of the land. He could see two special ops guys on the outside of the fence. Their job seemed to be to hold back the zombies who were getting too close to the fence, which seemed to be a lot of them. There were several snipers holding positions on top of the roofs.

“See the electrified holding pen to the right,” she indicated to Nick a large fenced area elevated from the ground, “that is probably where they are holding them. If we can take out the electrical supply, that should work to get into the holding pen and get them out.”

“What about getting in to the compound?” asked Nick.

“Did you mean what you said about willing to be a prisoner?” asked Harriet.

“Yes,” said Nick, feeling less sure.

“I can bind your hands with a knot that looks secure, but if you tug on one cord, the bind will come undone. Once they let us inside, we’ll have to fight our way through.”

Nick steeled himself for what was to come, “if there is no other way,” he was more concerned about the possibility of killing other people than he was for his own safety. “What about Annie?”

“We can’t wait for her. It won’t be long before they start torturing our friends for information. It will only be a matter of time before they give you up. They are good people, but that doesn’t mean they won’t talk under pressure.”

Nick knew what she was saying ways right, but still didn’t feel like they had the most airtight plan, “when do we start shooting? Do we need to take weapons?”

“Yes. Definitely,” Harriet said, “hide a Z.A.R in your pants behind your back. I think our ruse will only last as long as it takes to get the gate open. We can’t go in unarmed, and they will search us as soon as we enter the compound. As soon as they get close enough, we’ll make our move. If they get the chance to take us prisoner, I suspect they will separate us, taking me for further questioning and then take you off for…. whatever.”

“What do you mean ‘whatever’” said Nick.

“What do you think they want you for, Nick? Most likely experimentation,” Harriet reached into her backpack for some rope and a gun. She shoved a Z.A.R down the back of Nick’s pants and began to bind his hands behind his back with rope.

“Remember, this is not a real knot, pull this section of rope, and it will come undone,” said Harriet, “speaking of real, you know I really care about you Nick,” said Harriet. She held his thigh and looked intently into his eye as if to gauge his response.

He looked into her bright violet eyes, “I care about you too Harriet. More than I have–”

Harriet cracked him across the nose with the butt of her gun, and blood spurted from his face in a way he never thought was possible.

“Fuck!” he said. He couldn’t grab his face, as his hands were tied behind his back. Blood continued to spout from his nose.

“We need this to look real, or else we, and everyone else, is dead. Sorry, I thought a surprise hit would be better…” Harriet looked a little horrified at the mess she had made.

“Oh…” Nick made a strange sound from his throat as he tried to clear the blood, which was running down his face, “okday” he said, through blocked nose.

“We’ll go towards the fence, I’ll announce you as my prisoner. Hopefully they will open the gate, and then… we’ll see.”

“Hey guys!” said Annie, popping her head up as she jumped onto the flat rooftop.

“Jesus!” said Harriet, who looked truly startled.

“Sorry,” said Annie, “what the fuck happened to Nick?” said Annie.

“She hin me,” said Nick, his nose still blocked with blood.

“I won’t ask,” said Annie, “what can I do?”

“Cover us if we need it from up here,” said Harriet, “there are snipers on the rooftops. When we look like we need an exit, drive the muscle car into the compound and get us out. I’ll try to jam the gate to keep it open.”

“Done,” said Annie. Annie cocked her head and looked at Nick appraisingly, “you look pretty bad ass Nick.”

Nick spoiled the effect by grinning appreciatively, with blood covering his teeth, “danks,” he replied.
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