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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 20

The rollerhawg if uncomfortable before, felt like the embodiment of awkwardness now. They settled for Chuck riding on the back, with Nick driving and Harriet sitting on his lap.

They drove south towards the freeway, mowing down zombies as they went.

“So, how do you two know each other?” asked Chuck, yelling at them from the back of the rollerhawg. The question felt oddly out of place. As if he was trying to start an awkward conversation at a dinner party, rather than riding through a throng of zombies.

“We met at the beginning of the outbreak,” said Nick, as he hooked around onto the freeway, “Harriet, picked me up half unconscious from the freeway north of Ingleton,” said Nick.

“So she’s the rescuing type?” asked Chuck.

Nick wasn’t sure if Harriet could hear them, but all the same he decided to answer his question evasively, “you could say that.”

The freeway ride was thick with zombies, making any further talk impossible. The engine spluttered, shuddered and smoked as it struggled to make the journey through scores of zombies who were staggering along the road. Nick tried to avoid the packs as he went, sensing that the vehicle didn’t have long to go, but they were everywhere.

As they took the last exit to the left to head to central storage under the freeway, the engine smoked heavily and caught fire.

“Shit! We’ve got to bail!” said Nick, he took his hand off the throttle and the rollerhawg began to slow, “ready to jump?” he asked.

The engine rumbled and burst, prompting all three of them to jump from the vehicle simultaneously. Harriet neatly rolled off and sprang to feet, drawing her sword, as Nick and Chuck fell clumsily to the road.

The vehicle rolled towards a pack of zombies blocking their way forward and exploded in their centre. Thankfully, this killed a fair amount of them, making the last dash to central storage possible.

“Is it just through there, Chuck?” asked Harriet, as she pointed toward central storage.

“Uh, yeah,” he said, as he picked up his spiked bat from the ground. Harriet proceeded forward through a throng of what looked like 30 or 40 zombies who survived the explosion. She swung her sword in wide arcs and stabbing motions, and killed what must have been half a dozen zombies before Nick and Chuck could respond and follow. Nick had his Z.A.R and was shooting zombies to the side and behind who were looking close to zoning in on them, Chuck was bashing and slashing his way at any that got within a close range.

Nick could see Harriet ahead swinging her sword, pivoting and ducking as she made her way through the pack. As they emerged through the other side, a zombie caught Nick’s arm and knocked the gun from him. It grasped his arm and strained to bring him in for a bite. He grasped the dead flesh of it’s arm, and swung the body around with all his might, using the momentum to loosen its grip and toss it to the ground. By this time Chuck was in trouble and had two zombies bringing him down. Nick picked up his weapon, however had several more advancing on him. He shot two and rolled to the ground to shoot at the zombies on top of chuck.

Harriet was already on it. She leapt towards Chuck slicing the two zombies through the skull with two forceful swings. Nick continued to shoot at any surrounding shamblers, and Harriet pulled Chuck from the ground. They all ran towards central storage, which looked like a fenced in garage space.

A dozen or so were still pursing them, so Harriet pulled her flare gun out of her bag and placed a shot carefully in the middle distance. As they sheltered inside, the remaining zombies turned their attention to the flare spluttering on the ground.

“Thanks,” said Chuck as they all caught their breath, “I’ve never seen anyone work a sword like that.”

“My pleasure,” said Harriet, “where’s the fuel?”

“The key’s in the office, the fuel is in that old blue car over there,” said Chuck.

Nick looked over, and was dismayed to see a beat up old car with yellow barrels of fuel precariously strapped into the boot. It looked like the kind of car that was designed in a time where looks were paramount, and crumple zones were yet to be thought of.

“Is that going to make it to South Almuda?” asked Nick?

“It’s going to be tough. We are going to have to be careful with the route we take, or we are going to loose the fuel at best, die in the explosion at worst,” said Harriet.

“We’ve mowed down a lot of zombies on the freeway, so that must be pretty clear by now,” said Chuck.

“But after we take a hairpin turn left on the freeway, it will be packed. And then we’ve still got South Almuda to deal with,” said Nick.

“We may need to clear some of the road,” said Harriet, “we can set off some dynamite on the way,” she rummaged through her bag and pulled out 10 sticks of dynamite.

“You’re fucking handy!” said Chuck.

“I know,” said Harriet, as they all jogged towards the car.

There was a moment where they all went towards the driver’s seat, as they hadn’t discussed the division of labour for the trip.

“We need a driver, a dynamite thrower and someone to deal with the clingers,” said Harriet.

“I used to be a motocross champion, I can drive” said Chuck.

“I played a little baseball as a kid,” said Nick.

“Okay, I’ll be on clinger patrol,” said Harriet, as she jumped in the backseat.

Chuck drove well, and as anticipated the freeway was clear enough to get the fuel through on the first part of their journey. It became tougher as Chuck took the hairpin turn to head towards South Almuda.

“Time to light ‘em Nick,” said Harriet, passing some dynamite and a lighter to the front passenger seat, “slow down a bit, Chuck.”

“You’re the boss,” said Chuck.

Nick lit the first fuse and through the dynamite down the road at a large pack on the freeway. As chuck had slowed, several zombies leapt onto the car. Harriet grabbed her knife, and as the first one smashed through the backseat window, she deftly swung her knife through its head.

The explosion ahead shook the car, however thankfully they took no damage. Chuck drove forward, steering through abandoned cars and got them to the north end of South Almuda.

“Another stick!” yelled Harriet. A clinger smashed the driver’s side window, grabbing for Chuck’s face. Harriet stabbed it in the temple.

Nick lit another fuse and threw it down the street. We’re going to need more dynamite. The second explosion worked, but they needed another to get through the next pack. Nick lit another and threw it again. Another piercing explosion went off and shook the car, making Nick wonder if the explosions were helping or risking setting the car on fire.

Harriet continued to fight off any clingers as they broke into the car, “left!” she screamed, “right!” as they came to the next turn. Nick took a quick look back at the fuel strapped into the boot of the car. It was still there, but he wondered how many more knocks the car could take before the straps broke and fuel caught fire. If that happened, that was it. They would be stuck in the city.

As they hit the last stretch of road, Nick could see the road ahead was completely packed with zombies. He lit two fuses and threw the dynamite, hoping this would be enough to allow them to take the next left turn, to hopefully safer streets.

The explosion was ear shattering. The car rumbled dangerously and bodies and blood flew through the air. Harriet was stabbing a zombie that had come through the front windscreen, “Left, through the yellow archway up ahead,” she said.

The last section of road had bodies stewn all over the ground and the old car struggled to gain traction. Zombies clung to the car like barnacles and Harriet stabled and kicked any that were getting into the car.

“Fuck!” screamed chuck as the wheels struggled for traction. He took a breath and eased off the gas for half a heart beat. He turned the wheel to the left and the car caught some traction and zoomed over the bodies. They came off the main road to see the side streets less dense with the dead. Nick breathed a brief sigh of relief as they saw the warehouse ahead.

“Okay, we need to pull up to the roller door,” said Harriet, “Nick, get to the door and have Rhonda open up, I’ll take the last of the clingers off the vehicle,” with that she jumped out and started stabbing through the heads of any zombies grabbing onto the hood and trunk.

“Rhonda, open up the roller shutters!” said Nick as he banged on the door of the side entrance. The door unlocked and he was met by Greg.

“Oh! Hi Nick! Good to see you!” he said in a cheery voice.

“Great! But the roller shutters, now!” Nick said.

“Oh yeah, right,” said Greg, suddenly realising the urgency. Greg ran inside and yelled for Doug to open the garage door. The doors opened and Chuck drove the old car with fuel into the warehouse.

When the roller door shut and the entrances were secured, Nick breathed a sigh of relief. He also realised his hands were shaking. He didn’t think they were going to make it back with the fuel.

“Nick,” said Harriet, as she jogged over to him. She was covered with dark blood and threw herself heavily into his arms. Nick wrapped his arms around her, gripping her tight to his body. He kissed her head and squeezed his eyes shut, savouring the moment.

“Nice,” said Annie, “knew you’d make it back.”

Harriet lifted her head from Nick’s shoulder and pulled Annie in for a group hug. Nick held Harriet and Annie, saying a silent thank you. Now they had the fuel and could get out of here.

“Do I get a hug?” asked Chuck, directing his question to Annie. Annie let go of Nick and Harriet, and hugged her father. Nick felt that everything was falling into place. They could all finally get out of here.

“I’m going to talk to Rhonda about the plane, okay?” said Nick to Harriet. Harriet smiled widely and kissed Nick deeply on the mouth. This is the sought of thing which two weeks ago would have made Nick extremely uncomfortable, but he no longer cared. He kissed her back for what felt like a long time, lightly grabbing the back of her head and running his other hand down her back.

He finally broke off their kiss, and smiled. Without a word, he looked around the room and found Rhonda standing a few feet away. She was standing next to Gary, but watching Nick with her arms folded and her head cocked slightly to the side.

“Rhonda!” Nick said, “we made it, we’re getting out of here!”

“Just like we said, Nick,” said Rhonda, “escape or die. And we’re still here, alive and kicking.”

Nick gave Rhonda a hug and then stepped back, “let’s get the plane fuelled up, and get out of here.”

“Agreed!” Rhonda placed her hand on Nick’s cheek, “I’m so proud of you Nick! I can’t believe how brave you have been., she paused and looked into his eyes, “she’s lucky to have you, you know?”

“I don’t know about that,” he said shyly looking at the floor.

“Now come on, I’m going to fuel up the plan, I need you to start getting familiar with the cockpit,” Rhonda handed Nick the keys.

“I think I can handle it,” said Nick, he looked around the warehouse and saw Isabela eyeing him, “I’ll get in there now and check things out.”

Nick walked towards the steps to the plane, and found Harriet, Annie and Chuck talking together.

“The first thing I’m going to do when I get out of here is have a shower,” Annie was saying.

“Do you want to take a look at the cockpit while Rhonda fuels up?” said Nick.

“Definitely,” said Chuck, although the question wasn’t exactly meant for him, “we’ll all need to get a handle on how this thing works, in case… you know… something goes wrong.”

“Dad!” exclaimed Annie.

“He’s right,” said Harriet, “it’s smart, we’re not safe yet.”

They took the stairs into the plane and found Dick and Isabela had followed them inside.

“Oh, hey, Dick... Isabel, we’re just checking out the plane before we take off,” said Nick.

“What the fuck, is she doing here?” said Chuck.

“Hello Chuck,” said Isabela, “it’s been a long time.”

“Not long enough! Can someone please tell me what the hell’s going on?” asked Chuck.

“She’s with us now, she’s going to help us,” said Nick.

“Well, I’m not going to leave this thing until we take off,” said Dick, he looked around the plane curiously, “kinda small, don’t cha think? There are only 12 seats and there’s,” he looked up towards the ceiling and started to count on his fingers, “well, there’s more of us.”

“You kidding?” said Nick, “we’ll squeeze people in the aisles. I think getting out of a zombie infested city, which is about to be blown up, trumps everyone getting seatbelts.”

“We need to take off as soon as we can,” said Isabela, looking directly at Nick, “every minute we stay here is dangerous, they may find us.”

“We’re working on it Isabela,” said Nick, “we’ve got to get the fuel in the plane and then we’ll leave.”

Nick sat in the cockpit and looked at all the dials and levers in front of him. At first he felt overwhelmed, but as he looked at each part, he began to be able to discern its function. He didn’t know a lot about flying, and he was pretty sure the landing was going to be bumpy, but he had taken a course as part of his mechanics apprenticeship and was fairly sure he could fly the plane and land it.

“Where are we going to go,” said Annie.

“We can all go to my place,” said Harriet, “my Dad bought a piece of land nearby for my apocalypse training. It has a good, flat stretch of land we can set down on. From there we can recuperate and make a plan.”

Nick turned the key, started up the radio, and flicked around the dial, “we need news, do you think I’ll be able to pick up anything—”

A loud crackle came across the radio. He fiddled with the dial until he could pick up the signal clearly. It was Hemlock.

“—collection time is now. Repeat, prime collection time is now. We can expect minimal resistance. Clear up any remaining survivors and await further instructions. Our collection team will start in South Almuda for the Kings, until we have a sufficient harvest. We are starting within the hour—”

The radio went to static, leaving a silence in the aircraft.

“What the fuck?” said Chuck.

“What is Hemlock after?” asked Harriet.

Nick turned to Isabela, if anyone knew what he was talking about, it would be her, “what are the Kings?” Nick asked her.

“Hemlock, will be trying to create a weapon from the King zombies. The substance they hold within them is concentrated, very powerful. He is a greedy man, and he’ll want to use it as a weapon to create further outbreaks. Please we need to go, now!” Isabela said.

“We can’t let him get it,” said Annie, “we have to stop him.”

“That’s why we have to go!” said Isabela, “we have the cure right here on the plane with us, we need to get somewhere safe!”

“Cure?” asked Chuck, “what cure?”

“Nick was experimented on as a kid and his blood has the cure to the zombie virus,” said Annie succinctly.

“I never thought I’d agree with Isabela Keys, but we have to get you outta here kid!” said Chuck.

“But the cure won’t mean anything if he gets his weapon,” said Harriet. She furrowed her brow and stared ahead in the middle distance thinking, “if he has a weapon like that, he can start outbreaks anywhere he likes in the world. It’ll spread quickly, no time to get a cure to people. He can wipe out entire cities, with no loss of American soldiers, infrastructure, fuel, treasures… all left in tact. I’m not exaggerating, with a weapon like that, he’ll be able to take over the world.”

The plane went quiet. They were all digesting what Harriet had said.

“Fuck,” said Dick.

“Fuck is right!” said Chuck.

“I have to stop him,” said Nick.

Harriet turned to Nick, “but how! He has weapons, helicopters, an army! We have a few Z.A.R’s and optimism!”

“We have to try,” and that was all Nick said. He turned off the ignition and left the plane. Harriet charged after him.

“Nick, we have to think about this, make a plan!” said Harriet.

“You heard him Harriet! Collection time is now and it’s starting here,” said Nick, “if he gets this weapon, that’s it for us. We have no choice we’ll have to try.”

“But how are we going to fight an army?” said Harriet.

“I don’t know yet, but there’ll be a way. We just need to stop the harvest and kill hemlock,” said Nick.

“Oh!” said Harriet, “is that all!” she said with sarcasm so thick you could stew it.

“What do you need?” said Doug. His brevity and large stature reminded Nick of a terminator.

“To stop Hemlock harvesting a weapon so powerful it could destroy the world,” said Nick. He saw no point in mincing words with Doug.

“How will he ‘harvest’?” asked Doug.

It was a good question, how was he going to collect king zombies and safely take them away for experimentation.

“He’s after King zombies,” said Harriet, “he wants to collect them and synthesize their… ooze to make a weapon to spread outbreaks.”

“He’ll need at least a level 2 hover craft to store and contain the kings. They’re not easy to come by, so I doubt he’ll have more than one patrolling the city. He’ll probably shoot, tranquilize and tag them first and send out drones to pick them up,” said Doug.

“That’s… great!” said Nick, “thanks Doug! Tell Rhonda I’ll be back soon, but leave without me if I’m not back in an hour.”

“Nick!” said Harriet, “what are you doing?”

“I know I wasn’t thinking when I ran off to save Diego, but I’ve got an idea which I think will work,” said Nick.

“Well, shit,” said Harriet as she picked up her things, “you know I’m coming with you right?
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