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Dead Rising 3: A New Player	By : PennyBFarthing Category: +A through F > Dead Rising series Views: 5551 -:- 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 16

The Rollerhawg ploughed north up the street towards the motel. Nick looked behind them every so often and thankfully they weren’t being followed. He shot a jet of flame up the street to clear a path, and to see the road ahead. A large group of zombies were crowded around one of the ZDC speakers at the end of the street. It was pronouncing in a calm female voice a series of pre-recorded messages, encouraging people to get chipped, turn in infected illegals and other bullshit government propaganda. It had been droning on throughout the entire outbreak, and Nick always had an urge to shoot them down.

“Urgh! I hate those speakers,” said Nick.

“At least it’s keeping most of the zombies down this end of the street,” said Harriet.

Nick parked the Rollerhawg haphazardly next to the large truck, which acted as an entrance to the motel. It was full dark and the zombies were alert and hungry, with glowing red eyes. No mucking around.

Nick quickly grabbed the keys, hopped off the bike and jumped onto the hood of the truck. Harriet knifed a zombie in the head and leapt after him. Nick started to feel relatively safe again as he pulled himself up onto the roof of the truck and jumped over the balustrade on to the balcony above. He turned back to see if Harriet needed help getting up onto the roof, but she pulled herself up with more ease than Nick, so he decided she didn’t need his help.

“Sweep?” asked Nick.

Harriet nodded, “I’ll check the upstairs rooms are locked or cleared, you take the stairs. And Nick,” she took off her backpack and pulled out a holstered knife, attached to a belt, “I picked this up for you at the safe house,” she said.

Nick smiled at Harriet and then looked at the contraption curiously. It was a weapons belt, which the knife and holster could neatly clip into. Nick put on the belt, secured the holster to his right hip and then pulled out the knife for a look. It was similar to Harriet’s, and had a knuckle duster grip.

“The grip helps you plunge in and pull out of the skull. Normally, knives just get stuck in their heads, if you can get them in at all. Do you like it?” she asked shyly, as if she had bought him a new shirt and she wasn’t sure if she got the colour right.

“I love it!” said Nick, “I’m going to have to learn how to use it though.”

“It will just take practice, which we have plenty of now. Try to go for the temple or they eyes,” and with that she gave Nick a swift kiss on the cheek and took off to her right to check the rooms again.

Nick approached the stairs carefully, he turned the corner and saw one lone zombie on the ground below. As before, it couldn’t climb up onto the landing, so it was struggling at Nick lamely. It was chest height to the level Nick was standing on and reaching forward towards him in vein. The perfect test subject.

Nick walked towards the zombie and it started to growl and snarl louder at him. He knelt to the ground out of reach and drew his new knife. God damn difficult to get the angle right. Its arms were reaching above its head to get at Nick, partially obscuring a clear shot to the temple. Nick reached forward with his left hand and placed it towards the left side of the zombie on the ground, just out of reach. As it started to reach and grab towards his hand on the floor, he swiftly brought his knife around from the right, plunged the knife in and out with some effort.

“Nicely done!” said Harriet, from behind him.

“Jesus, you scared me!” said Nick.

“Good trick with the lure and kill. They aren’t bright, that’s for sure,” said Harriet bluntly, “come on, the area’s clear.”

Nick followed her back to the motel room. It looked exactly as they had left it, which made him think no one had been here since they had spent the night. Harriet closed the door behind them, and began looking around the room for something to brace the door. Finding no chair, she strode over to the table in the middle of the room.

“Can you give me a hand?” Harriet asked.

“Of course,” Nick strode over, helped Harriet lift the table off the ground and tilted the table on its side. They walked it over to the door and placed the lip of the tabletop underneath the door handle.

“Will that work?” asked Nick.

“Better than nothing,” said Harriet, “don’t want anyone walking in on us this time.”

“Yeah,” said Nick, with a small laugh.

An awkwardness descended on them as they stood looking at each other over the makeshift barricade. Nick didn’t know what it was. The scenario seemed to suggest they should start tearing off each other’s clothes and making love on the floor. They were alone, secure in a motel room, had just escaped death and were extremely attracted to each other…

However, Nick didn’t feel light and happy… he felt relieved… and a little bit sick.

“Rough day, huh?” Nick said, realising it was a pretty lame start.

They were still standing table length distance apart. Harriet rested her hands on the edge of the table and looked up at Nick with her almost absurdly purple eyes, “Rough, but a good day. We are all alive, which is a small miracle. And we just saved the mother fucking president!” she said, with a surprised smile, “I can barely comprehend that.”

“Yeah, I’m happy we are all okay,” Nick paused, “I just wish we didn’t have to kill all those people. Those special ops probably didn’t have much of a choice, or they truly believed they are doing the right thing,” he stopped, he could hear something naïve and childish in his voice.

“Those special ops were just about to kill the president!” said Harriet, “if we didn’t kill them, she would be dead.”

“What about the guys at the gate? They weren’t hurting anyone,” Nick said sadly, “maybe if they were asked to infect the president they would have said no. They could have been good people.”

Harriet had nothing to say back to this. She started to study her hands.

“I felt some shock at first when we killed those bikers. But I never felt guilty afterwards,” Nick paused and his voice became quieter, “I just don’t think I’ll ever forget the look on that guards face at the panel when I shot him.”

Harriet looked up from her hands and Nick could see her eyes were shining with the start of tears, “I think I’ve been actively trying not to think about the people we’ve killed, which isn’t good,” Harriet walked over to Nick and buried her face in his chest, whiles wrapping her arms around his waist. Nick held her close and rubbed the back of her neck.

“I never want to become blasé about killing, but I’m scared if I feel too much, I’ll loose my edge, and people I love will die,” Harriet said, talking into Nick’s chest.

“I guess we keep killing people when we absolutely have to,” Nick said, “try to spare as many as we can, and never become numb or forget the people who we have killed,” said Nick.

“What about people like Dylan?” asked Harriet.

“I have no problem killing people who squeeze my balls into oblivion,” Nick said.

Harriet started to chuckle despite the dark subject matter, “true! I think it’s okay if we kill serial rapists. In this context at least…”

They both stopped smiling and fell silent for a moment. Sensing that the conversation was trying to be light hearted, but failing miserably.

“I’m sorry about your nose. You still have blood all over your face,” said Harriet.

Nick felt absurdly embarrassed, and covered the lower half of his face with his hands, “I’m going to take a shower. I must look hideous.”

Harriet held his eyes, “you look like a brave, kind, kick-ass zombie survivalist,” she moved her hands down his back, past the base of his spin and over the curve of his behind, “who looks so good in his jeans he sent a man crazy.”

Nick laughed softly, and smiled at the compliment. He cupped Harriet’s face and bent his head to kiss her.

“Still covered in blood,” said Harriet bluntly, but not unkindly.

“Oh,” he covered the lower half of his face again with his hand, “that’s it, shower time,” and with that, Nick grabbed a towel and went in for a shower.

His overalls were still on the floor from his last shower here. As he undressed he remembered the last time he was here and how badly he wanted to be outside watching Harry get undressed. It was only two nights ago, but it felt much, much longer. As he stepped into the shower and washed the filth of the last two days off, he realised just how tired he was. He hadn’t slept since the last time he was in the motel, and was really starting to feel it. The drain was a swirl of dirt and blood.

Nick heard a knock at the door, and froze for half a second, “ah, yeah,” he said, stalling for time to ensured his nether regions were clean.

“Can I come in?” asked Harriet.

Nick felt nervous, and couldn’t pinpoint why. Perhaps it was because it was so bright in the bathroom, and he was so exposed. Then he had an image of showering with Harriet, and a different urge overrode all others.

“Yeah, come on in,” Nick said, trying to sound casual.

Nick heard Harriet come in and leave the door open. Through the opaque shower curtain he could see her place her backpack on the ground and rummage through her bag. After a few seconds he could hear her brushing her teeth.

Nick, partially opened the curtain, keeping his crotch covered. He didn’t want to be to forward, “I don’t suppose you have two?” he asked.

Harriet smiled and pulled out a second toothbrush. Having a toothbrush in her mouth, she couldn’t talk, so she took the toothbrush out of the packet, placed some toothpaste on the head and handed it over to Nick, “I am dying to brush my teeth. Thanks!” Nick said, as he closed the curtain and brushed his teeth in the shower.

Nick liked the familiarity. He searched his memory and tried to think if he had ever had a girl in the same room with him when he was having a shower. I don’t think so. I don’t think I’ve even brushed my teeth in the same room as a girl since I was a kid…

His train of thought was interrupted however; as he could see through the curtain that Harriet was getting undressed. He washed out the last suds from his hair and watched as she pulled her top off over her head and placed it on the door handle. She pulled off her shoes and pants and threw them out the door. Nick realised he had stopped moving as soon as she started getting undressed. She slipped off her bra and underwear, revealing her shadowy naked silhouette. Nick started to get hard; he was well on his way to a semi when she opened the shower curtain.

She didn’t ask to come in; she simply opened the shower curtain and stepped inside. Her arms and face were splattered with blood, however she still managed to look sexy. Under the bright lights, Nick could see all of her, and perhaps he was biased, but he thought she was perfect. Smooth olive skin, soft lips, and perfect brown nipples. Nick drew her close to him, and gave her space under the stream of water.

“Oh, that’s so good,” said Harriet.

Nick took the shampoo bottle, squeezed some shampoo into his hands and began cleaning her back and neck, whiles Harriet rinsed her face. He felt her slippery, smooth skin under his hands, and due to the restricted space, his hard on began to slide up her lower back. She didn’t seem to mind, so he left it there, enjoying the feel of it on her skin as he moved the suds over her arms cleaning off the filth of the day. Nick got some more shampoo from the bottle, and Harriet took a small step back out from underneath the stream of water, pressing herself further against Nick’s erection.

Nick was extremely turned on, and feeling bold as he held her waist and slid his hands slick with shampoo up Harriet’s stomach and glided them over her smooth, round breasts. Harriet made a small murmur, which Nick took as sign to keep going. He rubbed his erection against her back and gently grasped her nipples between his thumbs and his forefingers. Nick kissed her neck as the water continued to pour over them and he rolled his thumbs over her nipples rhythmically.

Their breathing became heavy and Harriet arched her back slightly, her ass rounding over Nick’s erection. He continued to move his penis against her skin whiles reaching forward and rubbing her nipples.

Harriet reached her right hand up to Nicks hand, and guided it down her stomach, over her dense public hair, between the lips of her vagina, and gently slid two of his fingers back and forth over her clitoris. Harriet let out a loud groan and pressed his fingers more firmly up and down over her warm wet flesh.

She then reached her left hand around her back and firmly grasped Nick’s dick.

“Oh fuck,” said Nick, as Harriet gripped him hard and began moving her hand up and down his shaft. He felt himself building to an orgasm already and thought he was going to come all over back. Which was a thought that strangely got him even more excited, increasing the probability it would happen.

Harriet guided him inside of her and Nick began thrusting hard whiles grabbing her breast with his left hand and maintaining pressure on her clitoris with his right. With each thrust they both grunted and gasped, desperately making their way to their climax.

Nick withdrew quickly, whiles he still had the will power, “Harry, I should put a condom on.”

Harriet came back to her senses, and comprehension dawned on her, “yes, good idea.”

She hopped out of the shower, and took the condoms and lube from her backpack. She came back into the shower, and gently shoved Nick’s back to the shower wall, and outside the water stream. She began smoothly guiding on the condom whiles kissing Nick and applying the lube. Nick was just marvelling her ability to multitask, when Harriet turned around again.

She placed both her hands on the tiled wall of the shower recess, and Nick guided her hips so he was inside her again. Harriet groaned with pleasure as he slid his hands around the front to her breast and clitoris again. Nick continued to move against her until he felt Harriet urge him on more strongly. He braced his left hand against the wall as he began to thrust himself in and out of Harriet. The bathroom echoed with gasps and the sound of their bodies slapping against one another. When he thought he couldn’t hold himself any longer, he heard Harriet’s moans change to a familiar breathy, high pitch, and he let go as they both came together.

He withdrew from her, and Harriet turned around and pressed her body against his as they kissed. He ran his hands up her smooth back as the water poured down her body.

He knew it had only been a few days, and they had just had sex, so he wasn’t sure if he was thinking clearly. But looking back, that’s when he knew he was in love with her.

*****

Nick woke up in the dark on the motel bed. Harriet was beside him and she appeared to have just woken up as well. Something was different.

“What’s wrong?” asked Harriet.

“I don’t know,” Nick replied. He quickly got dressed and tried to think what it was that had woken them. There was the usual background noise they had become used to over the last few days. The constant growling of zombies, the occasional thud as they bumped into cars. But there was something else which sounded different.

Harriet got out of bed, and walked naked across the room to the curtains, “I can’t see anything outside,” said Harriet as she discretely looked out the window, “I should take a sweep,” she finished getting dressed and picked up her weapons.

Nick got dressed too, and then helped Harriet remove the table from the front of the door, and as Harriet opened the door to go outside, Nick finally clicked as to what it was.

“The loudspeaker. The voiceover is different. Listen,” said Nick.

They both listened intently to the loudspeaker, which was blaring up the road. It was much louder now, which was probably what woke them.

“It’s that women’s voice who was in the wheelchair back at the taxi dispatch,” said Harriet, “Marian? Was that her name?” said Harriet.

Nick listened hard and could hear the following coming from the loudspeaker in Marian’s voice.

“I’m speaking now directly to number 12. You know who you are. We have number 49. If you do not turn yourself in to South Almuda Train Repair by midday tomorrow, we will execute him. Then we will hunt down you, and all your illegal friends one by one. We know all their hideouts, and they will all be dead by the end of the day. There is no escaping us number 12. Unless you want number 49 and all your friends to die, turn yourself in.”

The recording appeared to be on a loop and replayed repeatedly. Nick felt sick. They had Diego. How did they get him? Does that mean they have Rhonda and the others as well? He rubbed his forehead and temple with his hand, trying to comprehend what was happening.

“We’ll get him out of there Nick,” said Harriet, trying to bring Nick back to reality, “you know you can’t go to South Almuda, it’s going to be a trap, and they won’t let you live.”

Nick remained quiet, trying to take in what she said. He couldn’t let anything happen to Diego.

“Are you listening to me Nick?” said Harriet, raising her voice slightly, “this is a trap, they want you to feel like this. They want you to feel helpless and like you have no options. They might not even have Diego.”

“How else would they have his number,” said Nick.

This seemed to give Harriet pause, but she ploughed on, “it could be from old files they have, video surveillance, informants, or a hundred other ways. You can’t go running off like a hero to save the day here. We need to wait until sunrise and make a plan. Do you understand?”

Nick was only half listening, “yeah, I understand. What do we do?”

“I don’t know yet,” Harriet said and looked at her watch, “it’s 2 hours until sunrise, we can’t do much right now. I say we get to the plane, make a plan and infiltrate the train repair yard.”

“It’s too risky. I can’t ask people to risk their lives to save my friend. And she said they know where they are and she’ll hunt them down.” Nick reasoned.

“They have been hunting down the illegals since the beginning of the outbreak,” said Harriet, “nothing has changed. All that is different now, is that she knows you exist and she’s found a way to lure you in. Don’t take the bait Nick. We’ve got to keep our heads and be smart about this.”

Nick’s mind was reeling, “okay, so what now?”

“We get some more sleep, and then head to the warehouse first thing tomorrow morning. We gather some information and then make a plan,” said Harriet.

Nick was not placated; he couldn’t just go to sleep when Marian had his friend.

“Come on, Nick,” said Harriet, as she closed the door and led him back to bed, “we’re going to figure this out together. Together we are unstoppable. You have to trust me.”

They lay back down in bed and she held Nick tight. “This is so messed up,” said Nick, as he lay frozen in place.

“I know, I kind of thought we had been through enough. But we’ll get through this too. We’ll find Diego, if she does have him, and we’ll find the fuel and get the fuck out of this fucking city.”

“Okay,” said Nick in a deflated voice. He wished he shared Harriet’s optimism, but his mind continued to chew over the possibilities as he listened to Harriet’s breathing. Eventually her breathing changed, and she fell asleep. Nick continued to think. Eyes wide open and very much still awake. His friends were in danger because of him. For some reason, Marian wanted him. So badly, that she would risk survivors knowing their plans by blaring it over the loudspeaker in order to get to him. He thought about the people whose lives he would be risking if he asked for help. He couldn’t risk Diego’s life, or Rhonda’s, or Harriet’s.

He wanted to stay here with Harriet, but he wanted to protect her now more than ever. If he turned himself in, it would give them time to get out. On some level he knew that not everyone would make it out alive, but it was much more real now. And they were all so close to making it out.

He looked over at Harriet who was breathing softly beside him. She would never let him go alone, he knew that. He brushed her hair gently from her face, “I love you,” he whispered.

He felt his eyes fill up with tears, and decided he needed to leave now or he would loose his nerve. Making sure not to disturb Harriet, he quietly got out of bed, and collected his gear. Before leaving the motel alone to face Marian, he wrote out a note on a piece of paper he found in the motel room and left it on the pillow next to Harriet.

Harriet,

By the time you read this, I would have turned myself in. I am so sorry I left like this, but I knew you would never let me go alone, and I care too much for you to put you in any more danger. As hard as it is to leave you now, I can’t stand the thought of you being hurt.

I need you to live. Please be brave (like you always are) and help the others get out of here. I’ll get to the plane if I can, but DO NOT WAIT FOR ME.

I can’t believe I have found someone I care so much about, and how strong my feelings are after such a short amount of time. We may not see each other again, so I might as well be brave too and tell you that I love you.

Love Always,

Nick.
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