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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 17

The trip to South Almuda at night and alone was dangerous, but Nick failed to care. He walked away from the motel, and when he was a fair distance, he found an abandoned car and drove it to the train repair yard.

All the loudspeakers were still repeating the same message over and over, which was starting to drive Nick crazy. When he found a break in the zombies on the freeway, he stoped the car, stood on the hood and shot down one of the loudspeakers. He knew it didn’t make a difference, but it made him feel a little better. He made it to the yard before dawn.

Nick parked his car in plane sight outside the front of the train yard. He expected this part of his journey to be harder. Begging the guards not to kill him, explaining he was number 12 and that he was expected. But no one greeted him. There were no guards on duty. The lot seemed empty.

He got out of his car, which was extremely banged up from his journey over, and walked slowly towards what looked to be an entrance. There were abandoned shipping containers littered over an expansive docking yard. He looked around and saw some stray zombies standing around the yard. Perhaps they were powering down from their night activation, however they gradually began to take notice of him as he walked towards the open warehouse.

The shambling zombies were closing in, and despite Nick knowing he was going to die and feeling hopeless about his situation, instincts took over, which he thought had been beaten out of him by now. As one male zombie in a shredded suit, with one arm partially torn away sped up towards Nick, he ducked and sprinted towards the warehouse. Another quickly cut of his path, and he gave it a wide berth as he ran toward the warehouse. He looked desperately around him for some help, an entrance, but the shipping yard appeared abandoned. He turned around and saw 12 zombies closing in on the warehouse area where he now stood. I thought this part would be easier. I didn’t even bring a weapon.

Nick’s mind started to make sense of the environment. There is no one here. Maybe it’s overrun. I’ve got to get out. He found a large wrench on the ground and prepared to fight his way out, but the situation seemed hopeless. He was penned in now, no ducking and weaving, and he needed to kill them all if he was going to get out. He ran to his left to get towards the side of the pack and hit two in the head with hefty swings. The third was on him in an instance, grabbing both his arms and attempting to pull him to his mouth. He had been in Los Perdidos long enough to know how to escape a grapple from one zombie. It was preoccupied with gripping Nick tight and pulling him in for a bite. Nick grounded himself, and kicked it hard in the knee, breaking its leg and bringing it to its knees. It was still trying to hold on to Nick, and because it didn’t seem to have a need for self-preservation, it wasn’t concerned with bracing it’s landing. Nick brought his hands through the centre of the zombies arms and brought them down hard on either arm, a move he had seen Harriet do, which released it’s hold before he hit it squarely in the skull. He then progressed to the 4^th, 5^th, 6^th, and began to methodically make his way through the pack.

He heard several loud pops, and all the remaining zombies who were closing in on him dropped to the ground in a manner of seconds. Nick brought himself out of his combat mode and tried to assess what was happening.

“I’ve seen enough. You certainly have earned your reputation number 12,” Marian was gliding forward on her automated wheelchair, and was flanked by several heavily armed special ops forces. They had quietly approached from a small door that had opened to the back of the warehouse.

“But we need to proceed with our business. I have been waiting for you with number 49. Take the prisoner,” Marian commanded the special ops, and they advanced on Nick quickly. His first instinct was to fight them off, however he remembered that this was why he came. He was turning himself in.

“And my friends?” Nick asked, as he was brought to his knees and handcuffed.

“We’ll leave them for now,” replied Marian as she turned around and went towards the door.

“You promised. Let Diego go! Before I do this, I need to know—” and before Nick could finish his sentence he was injected in the neck. He didn’t know what was happening but his mind went foggy and he couldn’t speak. Harriet was right. Was his final thought before he blacked out.

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Nick woke up slowly and blinked his foggy eyes into focus. He could see a ceiling, metal roofing. A shed. He thought as he continued to come round. He went to lift himself off the ground and then realised he couldn’t move.

He became frantic, “shit!” he exclaimed as he looked over to his right wrist and saw he was chained to some kind of medical chair, which had been reclined into a lying position. He kicked his feet furiously, only to realise they were clamped to the chair as well by large metal binds.

“Nick, you’re awake!” said a voice. Nick looked over to his left and saw Diego, similarly clamped down to an elevated dentists chair.

“Diego! Jesus, what’s happening, tell me quick!” said Nick.

“How did they get you man! We are so screwed!” Diego was sweating and was close to panic, “I went back to the museum. I was going crazy thinking about how I let the President down and I wanted to see if I could make things right. I was surrounded by the special ops whiles I was in the museum, and I woke up here. Oh Man!”

“Were you alone when they took you?” asked Nick.

“Yeah.”

“How long have you been here?” asked Nick.

“I don’t know how long I’ve been out for man! Maybe a day?” Diego was confused and was looking towards his wristbands desperately, as if he could will them to come off with his mind.

“Do you know what they want from us?” Nick was desperate to find answers, and he needed them fast before anyone could come into the room.

“They haven’t said anything. But I’ve had some time to think. I think they want to experiment on us Nick! Because of our tattoos! They keep calling me number 49!” said Diego as the pitch of his voice began to increase.

“We’ve got to stay calm. We’re still alive. They need us for something. Maybe they just need to take some samples,” even as Nick said the words, he knew they weren’t true. He looked to the equipment around the room, and saw what can only be described as a ray gun the size of a truck pointing in their direction.

“There’s something else man,” said Diego, “when I was in the museum, I saw something that really freaked me out!” He paused, and had Nick’s full attention.

“The museum has a history of the zombie outbreaks, everything. It has pictures of Carlito Keys, who brought the parasite back from Central America. Frank West, who covered the story, Chuck Greene from the last major outbreak,” said Diego as he began to rattle off the history of zombies.

“We know all this Diego,” said Nick, feeling himself getting frustrated.

“But they had a picture of patient zero, a guy they thought started one of the minor outbreaks. He had a tattoo on his neck man! Just like ours!” Diego finished. Nick couldn’t breathe. That old ugly feeling. There was something wrong with him. And now he was a rat in a lab, waiting for people to examine him, to find out once and for all what was wrong with him.

“I see our patients are awake!” said Marian’s voice over a loudspeaker in the experimentation room. Three men in white lab coats and protective headwear entered the room and began working on the computing equipment hooked up to the ray gun.

“Marian!” screamed Nick, as he strained against the metal bracelets, “if you don’t stop this right now, I swear to god, I’m going to rip your damn head off!”

“That’s not going to happen Nick,” said Marian. Nick swivelled his head behind him and saw a glass viewing window above the room they were in, with Marian sitting calmly behind it.

“Besides, humanity is going to thank us all for what we do here today. Begin the experiment!” she exclaimed suddenly, with a fervour in her voice which bordered on religious.

“Nooooo! Arghhh!” screamed Diego, as the ray gun in front of them hummed and vibrated to life.

“Start with the fat scared one,” said Marian, “number 49, I can’t stand his screaming.”

“Leave him alone!” screamed Nick, as he strained against his restraints, “just tell us what you want Marian, and we can make it happen, you don’t have to do this!”

Marian was no longer listening, his voice was drowned out as the laser beamed to life, and was now focusing directly on Diego’s centre. Nick was horrified, but couldn’t look away.

“Diego! Diego!” he kept screaming, as the laser continued to beam at his chest.

Diego’s screams changed from fear to pain as his body arched and writhed on the table. He looked like an animal, pinned and tortured, as the laser continued to penetrate his body, however did not seem to pierce his skin.

Then his pain was ended nearly instantly. His final scream was choked by blood as parasites burst forth from his chest, mouth and eyes. His face appeared to explode in blood before Nick’s eyes, and Nick froze in horror.

A plague of wasps issued forth from his body. The room appeared to be full of them in a matter of seconds. Nick tried to keep still and not attract them. The technicians started to panic and shoo them away.

“Continue the experiment! Now!” shouted Marian.

The ray gun began to move to Nick, and it hummed to life again whiles hovering in his direction. One of the technicians screamed and fell to the ground spasming, whiles another continued to work the machinery.

The laser shot directly into Nick and he flinched, anticipating the pain. But all he felt was a warm light and a tingling sensation throughout his body. He waited in horror for his face to explode, but nothing happened. The light continued to course through him as he heard the remaining technicians scream and fall to the ground seizing. The first technician began to slowly rise from the ground in short jagged movements. Nick could not see his face but had seen enough zombies in the last few days to recognise he had turned. The laser ceased its experiment and the beam powered down.

“We’ve found the orphan! We’ve got the cure!” screamed Marian from behind the glass.

“Marian!” screamed Nick, “Before you celebrate, I’m going to get eaten if you don’t help me out here,” said Nick, as the technicians began to rise and move threateningly towards him.

A door opened to his right and three special ops moved in, wearing full protective gear and shot the technicians in the head that had been turned.

“You’re not dead yet number 12, we still need you,” a loud whirring sound started and it felt like a wind tunnel had been formed in the experimentation room. The wasps, that were circulating around the room, were rapidly being vacuumed into the ceiling.

“Sit tight number 12. You are in for an interesting 24 hours,” Marian said threateningly as she glided out of her viewing chamber, “stand guard until you receive your orders,” she said as she exited her room.

The whirring of the vacuum ceased and the room fell eerily quiet. What the fuck. Thought Nick, as he tried to take stock of what just happened. He looked across at Diego and saw what remained of his face and body pinned to the chair. He fought the urge to vomit as he looked away. He could smell blood in the air as he furiously tried to think his way out of his situation.

I’m the cure. Okay. People with the tattoos are some kind of an experiment, and they were trying to find the one who was immune. Which is me. So I’m not dead. But Diego is. So I’ll stay alive for a little while longer. What’s going to happen to everyone else now? She didn’t keep Diego alive and played my just like Harriet said she would.

His heart started to race and the blood started to feel as though it were boiling in his veins. They killed him. These men standing in front of him watched his friend die and did nothing. Who the fuck are these people? I’ll kill them all.

Nick waited for some time, and couldn’t think of what to do next. Could he try to gain Marian’s trust. Unlikely. Could he get out of his restraints? Could he reason with the guards? After a time, he formulated a lame plan. Wait until they unlocked his bracelets and fight his way out. He was pretty sure they weren’t going to kill him because they needed him now. Maybe he could run and get away if they weren’t going to shoot to kill.

The door opened to his right again and another special operations entered the room. Several shots fired together, was this special ops on his side? The three armed men in front of him were shot and their weapons hit the floor. The last of the three managed to get off a few rounds before he also hit the ground. It appeared the man who recently came in, his rescuer was shot also and hit the ground.

And that’s when he saw Harriet, pointing her pistol at the three men on the ground. She had used the man in uniform as a means to enter the room and then used him as a human shield. Nick was still pinned to the table, and his friend was dead, but still, he had never felt such relief.

“The first one who tells me how to undo these cuffs lives,” said Harriet.

The man to Nick’s right, buckled nearly instantly. Perhaps he hadn’t been paid enough to tie people down and torture them, “The panel to your right, hit the green button on the left hand side,” he said.

“For fuck sake Dale!” said the man on Nick’s left, bleeding from his right wrist.

Harriet shot both the man on Nick’s left and the man lying quietly in the middle in the head without hesitating. It was quick and brutal.

“Let’s see if you are telling the truth Dale,” said Harriet, as she pressed the button he indicated, whiles still holding her gun steady.

Nicks wrist and ankle cuffs came off immediately, and he leapt off the bed and stumbled to the ground as though the table had shocked him.

“Thank you Dale, you get to live,” said Harriet, as she reached into her jeans pocket and withdrew a cable tie.

“Thank you,” said Dale, and being smart enough, he decided to keep quiet. Harriet tied him to the chair. He was still bleeding from his arm, but it didn’t look serious, and Nick thought he would be able to break the cable ties in time if he could find a sharp object.

Nick finally looked up at Harriet and could see she looked pissed. Her face was concentrated in a menacing stare, and Nick felt a thrill of fear.

“What the fuck Nick?” exclaimed Harriet as her face began to crumble, and what was a look of anger quickly dissolved into tears, “You could have died!” she ran across to him and gripped him in a fierce hug.

“I’m so sorry Harriet, I knew you wouldn’t let me go, and I couldn’t let anyone die because of me,” Nick used the same tired argument he had in his letter, and as he said the words he felt how stupid they sounded.

“It was a trap! You played into her hands,” said Harriet into his chest.

“Don’t you think I know that now!” said Nick, raising his voice at Harriet for the first time, “and now Diego is dead anyway! So it was pointless, and I’m a fucking idiot!” he said.

Harriet kissed him, which he wasn’t expecting. But taking this for forgiveness, he leant into her kiss and cupped her face. He didn’t think his heart could take it anymore. He had been ready to die, witnessed the gruesome end of his childhood friend, and now was being kissed by the women he loved again.

“Touching number 12,” said Marian’s dry voice from the viewing room, “but unfortunately your girlfriend will have to die now too.”

Nick felt panic rising in his throat, and looked into Harriet’s eyes. However upon seeing her calm and reassuring gaze, he knew she had a plan, and all he needed to do was follow her lead. She fell to her knees.

“What does this mean Marian?” said Nick, stalling, “Why did you say I’m the cure?”

“You’re cute number 12, but not very clever. I’ll be famous once we synthesise a cure to the zombie infection from you,” said Marian.

Harriet darted to a door to the side of the experimentation room and used a swipe card to gain an exit. Marian saw this and Nick could see fear come across her face. Marian hit a button underneath the table she was next to, which appeared to set off an alarm in the building. Red sirens began to flash and security alert sound began to blare over the speakers.

Nick ran after Harriet who was racing up the stairs to gain entrance to the viewing room above. She went to swipe her security card, however the red light on the panel went red every time she swiped, indicating she was now denied access. Nick was guessing they had attempted to convert a train yard into a secure military facility. They had all the systems in place, however the doors were not built to keep out a persistent intruder. Harriet shot out the door handle and kicked the door in.

Marian faced them square on, and did not try to bargain for her life despite being alone and being unable to walk. Harriet kept her handgun steadily aimed at Marian.

“This doesn’t change anything number 12. Reinforcements are on the way and neither of you will get out alive,” said Marian.

Nick strode over to Marian and felt a rage surge through him that felt like it had been building a long time. He pulled her out of her chair and Marian pulled a pistol from under her seat and aimed it at Nick’s gut.

He grabbed her arm and twisted the gun out of her hand as she fell to the ground. He lunged on top of her, gripping her throat with his right hand and holding the gun to her head with his left.

“My name is Nick FUCKING Ramos,” he shouted, as he pulled the trigger and blew her head apart.

He looked at what remained of her face and felt revulsion, unsure as to if it was directed at her or for what he had done.

“Let’s go Nick, I’ve got a way out of here. We have to move now before the special ops come,” said Harriet, with her firearm still at the ready.

“Number 12, please listen,” said an attractive women in her 40’s from the doorway they had entered through. She spoke in a South American accent and there was a genuine pleading to her voice.

Harriet rounded on her, “out of the way lady, we’re not fucking around,” said Harriet.

“Nick, that’s what they call you now. You have to take me with you. You are the cure, I can help,” exclaimed the women.

“I know you. You’re Isabela Keys! You were responsible for the first outbreak,” he began to advance on her, “we should kill you!” he screamed before grabbing her throat.

“No please! I can tell you everything you need to know! About who you are, where you are from, and why you are so important. Please take me with you. They’ll kill me if they find out I’ve offered to help you,” said Isabela.

Although Nick had just killed a woman 30 years his senior, who also had a disability, it didn’t mean killing came easily to him. He also had a desperate need to find out where he came from, why he was immune, and what was happening to him. He didn’t have a lot of time to think.

“Fine, but one false move, and Harry here will end you,” he threatened, “let’s go,” he said, dragging her as Harriet led them to the rollerhawg.
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