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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 2

Their car pulled up at Wrench O Rama, and as it rolled to a stop all four jumped out of the car making it to the safety of the garage. It was a close call. Nick drove at alarming speed, taking hand break turns around corners so they didn’t have to slow down. As zombies tried to climb into the moving vehicle, the passengers stabbed, pushed and kicked off the clingers. One particularly persistent clinger on the driver’s side grabbed Nick’s shirt. Harriet, who was in the front passenger seat, pulled out her gun, leant across with her hand on Nick’s shoulder and shot it at point blank range.

“Jesus CHRIST!” said Dick, as they closed the door behind them.

“Jesus Christ is right, I didn’t think we were going to make it!” said Rhonda.

“But we did, and now we’ve got to figure out how the hell to get out of this town,” said Nick, “the exit North of Ingleton was a quarantine station, but it was overrun and the exit was blocked.”

This news hit Dick and Rhonda hard. They must have figured his trip was unsuccessful, but to hear it was abandoned and blocked was a shock. “Where is the army? The police? Why are we the only ones in Los Perdidos fighting for our lives here?” said Rhonda.

“Something isn’t right,” said Harriet, “the emergency services within the city have fallen, but they should have sent reinforcements by now. It’s been three days! It’s like the government has left us for dead.”

“You’re beginning to sound like those illegals. All conspiracy,” Rhonda said in a sarcastic tone, “they are the ones who started this thing!”

“Harriet’s right,” said Nick, uncharacteristically siding against Rhonda, “nothing’s adding up, and we’re flying blind here. We have no idea what move to make next.”

Rhonda let out an exaggerated sigh. “Fine, we need information. We have a TV here but it’s on the fritz. I can get it working but I need a little time. Let’ see what we can scavenge here, and I’ll try to get it working.”

Rhonda left the three of them in the reception area and headed towards the garage to work on the TV. Harriet sat on the front desk feeling the back of her head. Nick took in Harriet for the first time since they met. She was about 5”7 and was wearing faded black skinny jeans with a white singlet top. She looked made for the outbreak. She had a gun holster around her narrow hips, with spare clips and two handguns, a knife holster around her calf and a backpack with weapons storage on her back. Her hair had been long and dark however now had a large chunk taken out of the back. Her eyes were the most startling thing about her. Large violent eyes, framed with long dark lashes. But now Nick had time to observe her, he saw her other features. She had flawless olive skin, straight white teeth and high cheekbones. She also had these small soft looking hands…

As if in response to his observing she said, “I’m probably going to need to do something about this hair. It was stupid of me to keep it long. I should have at least tucked it back in a cap. Anything they can grab you buy is dangerous.”

“Darling, can you blame them? I’m sure you get grabbed at all the time, and not just by zombies either,” said Dick in a mild southern drawl, as he walked towards her leaning one hand on the desk she sat on. He casually looked her up and down and his eyes rested on her face. “What the fuck’s up with your eyes?”

Harriet did not move from her position and did not acknowledge Dick’s presence. “Nick, you appear to be a mechanic,” Harriet said waving a hand at the overalls he was wearing, “how are you at cutting hair?”

Dick let out a whoop and clapped his hands. “We’ve got a live one,” he started chuckling to himself, a good belly laugh. Nick thought Dick was trying a little too hard.

“I think I’d be pretty terrible if I’m going to be honest. But there’s a pair of scissors upstairs if you’re desperate,” Nick replied.

Harriet slid of the desk, “good enough for me. Let’s go.”

Harriet walked out of the front reception, through the garage to the upstairs office area. Nick went to follow; however Dick caught his arm on the way out.

“Man, are we lucky to find that one. Did you see her kick that zombie ass out there! I thought Rhonda was tough. Jesus! And oh my god that rack! If it were just for the rack alone I’d be thanking my luck stars,” Dick scratched his stubble, “if I’m going to die here, I’d rather it be with a beautiful woman like that. Fuck!”

“Yeah, she’s pretty. Can you excuse me a second?” said Nick, as he looked towards where Harriet was heading.

“I’m mean. She’s a little stuck up. Doesn’t like a joke. Maybe a little bossy but…” Dick looked up at Harriet as she climbed the stairs. “Oh God, it gets better. That ass! Sweet Jesus.”

“I get it Dick!” Nick said, a little too aggressively.

“Fine. Fine,” his palms up as if surrendering.

Nick followed Harriet upstairs and found her rummaging aggressively through the drawers of the upstairs office.

“The scissors are here,” said Nick. They were on the desk in front of her. She sat down heavily in the office chair in defeat.

“Thanks,” she said, a little deflated.

“Are you okay?” he asked, Harriet couldn’t help but laugh. A sad, kind of crazy little laugh.

“Where to start? The five people I killed today? The plane crash? Nearly being hauled out through a window by my hair? Or the asshole who despite all this, still thinks it’s a great time to hit on me.” She put her elbows on the table and sunk her head in her hands. Nick stood on the opposite side of the desk a little awkwardly. He didn’t know if she wanted to be left alone… comforted? He certainly didn’t want to be another asshole.

“I’m sorry about Dick. And everything else…”

“It’s fine. It’s… just been a fucker of a day.” She looked up from her hands into Nick’s face. He gave her a sad awkward smile.

“Do you really want me to cut your hair?” said Nick.

“Yes, I do. I don’t need it to be good. Just short. I’m kicking myself for not doing this sooner.”

Nick walked around to the back of her chair and stood behind her with the scissors in his right hand and smoothed his fingers through the remaining chunks of her hair with his left.

“How do you want it?”

A genuine laugh bubbled out of her chest, and she spun around in her chair, “should I show you my Pinterest board?” she grinned; Nick couldn’t help but laugh also, and noticed she had a beautiful smile.

“I have to say, even if you told me what you wanted I couldn’t do it.” He instantly realised that what he said, sounded wrong, “I mean with hair… I mean I’m not good with hair.” It was getting worse.

“I know what you mean Nick,” she said, with a generous smile, “thanks for doing this for me,” she turned her chair back, facing away from him. She took a deep breath and visibly relaxed her shoulders. He looked at her smooth neck and gently pulled a length of hair as he took his first cut.

“If I had a choice, I’d say I’d like to be able to grow it long again after the outbreak. So maybe short at the back and long at the front. Like a bob?”

“What’s a bob?”

She let out a sad little laugh. “Don’t worry, anything is fine.”

“So… are you a local of Los Perdidos?” Nick asked, feeling a little like a real hairdresser now.

“No, I’m not actually. What about you?”

“Yeah, born and raised. Well not born. I’m not really sure where I was born. But I grew up in a bunch of foster homes here. When I was 18 I started working for Rhonda as a mechanic, right here in this garage.”

“Foster homes huh? No Parents?”

“No,” Nick paused for a beat. How had his attempt to know Harriet better ended in a conversation about himself? “I don’t know who my parents are. If they’re alive? Or care that I exist? I just kind of made my own way, you know? Do you have family?”

“I had a father. He’s dead now though.” Harriet left it at that and Nick decided tactfully to leave that line of enquiry. He thought he’d try another tact.

“You said you killed 5 people today,” as soon as the words tumbled out of his mouth, he instantly regretted them.

“You picked up on that huh?” said Harriet warily.

“Sorry, you don’t have to answer that.”

“But you haven’t asked me a question,” she let that thought dangle for a while and Nick continued to cut her hair. Measuring lengths and trying to make neat cuts.

“There were the four that you witnessed. But there are so many bad people in Los Perdidos right now. Something about the outbreak brings out the worst in people,” she took a deep breath and proceeded, “there was this guy in the Zen garden here at Ingleton. I thought it was someone in need of help, but I found this fucked up freak that had been killing survivors who came to the walled garden for sanctuary. Enough people have died already, you know? And this guy was killing more!” she paused again, gathering her thoughts, “it took a lot out of me to take him down. And his end was messed up,” she exhaled deeply and fell silent.

Nick continued to cut her hair quietly, deciding on what best to say, “I’m sorry you had to do that. I didn’t know things could get this bad this quickly”.

She took another deep breath and proceeded cautiously, “what do you think about what I’ve done?”

“What do you mean?” said Nick, genuinely curious.

She turned her head, nearly causing another chunk to be lost from her hair. “I saw the way you looked at me when I shot that plane survivor Nick. I never want anyone to look at me that way again,” she turned back around and once again fell silent.

Nick smoothed another section of her hair to the right and kept cutting, “I wasn’t looking at you that way. I was just shocked at that person’s horrible death,” he paused again, gathering another section of hair to lengthen to the front, “I realise what you’ve been doing now. You’re ending dying people’s suffering. It took guts. You put yourself in jeopardy and drew attention to us by doing it. But I didn’t want to see them die slowly, piece by piece. I wouldn’t want to die that way. If it happens to me, I want someone like you to be there and end it for me.”

Harriet took a short intake of breath and exhaled slowly again. She apparently didn’t want to say any more about it. Nick’s mind ticked over, connecting some loose threads in his mind, “is that why you thought I was going to kill you?” he said.

She turned her head again and her eyes were wet. “You weren’t thinking about it?”

“Of course not! I would never do that,” he exclaimed with shock. He took a risk and put his right hand on her shoulder. “I was only ever going to try to save you… I guess we don’t know each other very well, huh?” Harriet smiled again and turned her head back facing away from Nick.

“I guess I’m used to seeing the ugly side of people. Sounds like you’re not one of them Nick.”

“I’d like to think so,” Nick looked at his handy work, “I’m nearly done. Just hold still for a second. If you keep turning your head I’m going to really mess this up,” he took the last few cuts and tried to dust the last few clippings from the back of her neck, “okay, I think that’s it,” he said, and he blew on the back of her neck to get the last clinging snippets off her.

“Thanks… again. You know, for saving my life and being my barber,” she stood up, tucked the office chair under its desk and turned around, “now honestly, how does it look?”

Nick appraised her hair. If he was going to be honest, it was not a great job. She now had an uneven cut, which was short at the back where he had sliced off a chunk at the base of her skull, and it tapered to a longer length at the front to frame her face. She still looked beautiful though. Vulnerable.

“I think you look beautiful,” he said tactfully. He scratched the back of his neck and gave her another sheepish smile, “it’s not the most even hair cut though. I’m afraid if I try to even it up, you’ll end up bald.”

Harriet chuckled and went to take the scissors from his hand. “You’re alright,” she said and let her hand rest on his. Nick froze, and had no idea what to say next.

“I got it you guys!” yelled Rhonda from downstairs, “a live broadcast is on! Come quick!”

Harriet and Nick both broke off their contact and jogged to the garage downstairs. They all needed to know what was happening. They had to make a plan.

As they made their way downstairs, Rhonda and Dick were standing side by side looking up at the television. They could hear a stern man’s voice from the television, speaking calmly.

“The Los Perdidos outbreak is in the process of being contained. Although we can only speculate at this time as to how the outbreak occurred, we can only assume an infected illegal turned and started the outbreak. This is a reminder, that all infected person’s must be registered and chipped to receive their regular zombrex administration. Chipping is the law.

“Action has been taken to contain the spread. The city is in lockdown, and all survivors are being urged to make their way to the safety of the quarantine zones to be chipped and evacuated. The situation however, is dire. As such the president, before her disappearance in Los Perdidos, had instigated Marshall law. In six days, a large incendiary bomb will wipe out the town to contain the spread—” The man continued to speak platitudes, however the group had heard enough.

“Holy FUCK!” said Rhonda, “a bomb! Jesus, we gotta get out of this town, and fast!”

“This is bullshit! The last quarantine zone we were at was a complete bust!” said Harriet.

“I don’t see what kinda choice we have,” said the ever pragmatic Dick.

“There is no point trying another quarantine zone. What they are saying is absolute crap. And look at that crazy bitch standing next to him! Are we going to trust her?” Harriet was pointing back to the screen at a female police sergeant standing next to general Hemlock at the conference. She was wearing a white midriff button down shirt, exposing significant cleavage with an unnecessary skinny tie and police cap.

“I don’t see what else we can do? We have to try something. If we can’t get out of here in 6 days, we are going to die anyway,” Nick stated with some defeat, “its just tough getting around in this city. Going on foot isn’t an option, but as we have all experienced, driving isn’t that safe either.”

Rhonda walked away from the group and looked around at her garage.

“We have these vehicles. Surely we can do something,” she said pointing towards a van and an SUV she had been restoring.

“Or we can drive both,” said Nick, suddenly getting an idea, “we can combine the two vehicles, making them stronger. We need something that’s strong, has speed and can keep out the clingers.”

“This is our best shot, honey,” said Rhonda, advancing towards Nick with a blowtorch, “see what you can do.”

Nick took the blowtorch and looked at the two vehicles as ideas started to germinate. He was thinking of stripping one for parts to reinforce and create a bar roll at the front to plough through herds. Nick got to work on his first combo vehicle, stripping, welding and making a brand new type of machine. After an hour or so of work, he rolled out from under the “Turret Rig” (as he called it), and he couldn’t help but be proud of his work.

“Nice!” said Harriet. Nick was most proud when he saw what he thought was admiration on her face, “you’re a useful one to keep around you know,” Harriet said looking directly at him.

“Thanks,” Nick said, trying to be modest as he studied the floor.

“Let’s go, it’s going to get dark soon and we need to get the fuck out of here,” said Dick.

Harriet looked unconvinced. She hesitated as Rhonda and Dick jumped in the rig. Nick walked over to where she stood.

“Are you coming? Because I’m not going to go without you.”

Harriet looked around the garage. “You know this is a bad idea right? There is no way they are just going to let us out of here.”

“I think you might be right. But we have to try. We don’t have many options,” he implored.

“I’ll come, but the main reason why I’m here is I want to keep people safe. If we see any survivors or anyone who could use our help on the way, we do it.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way. Are you in?” said Nick.

“All the way,” she said, “do you have a weapon?”

“I still have my sledge saw,” Nick said striding to his workbench where he last left it. He held his proud new combo weapon in his right hand as if to show it off.

“I can see now this whole handyman thing really works for you,” said Harriet, waving a finger up and down at his stance as she spoke, “It’s a good look.”

Nick made a cheesy grin, stood with his legs shoulder width apart and swung his sledge saw over his shoulder. Harriet busted out laughing as Dick leant out the window and yelled, “Hurry the fuck up! It’s 3 hours til dark,” Nick and Harriet exchanged a mischievous glance as they jogged to the car.
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