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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 21

Harriet and Nick set off alone, for what Nick hoped would be the last time. He desperately wanted to turn back, hop on the plane and go to Harry’s house. But he knew something big was happening right now, and if he didn’t stop it, the cure would be meaningless, or worse, Hemlock could wipe out the entire population.

“Where are we going, Nick?’ asked Harriet as she jogged to keep pace with him.

“Hemlock’s hovercraft isn’t going to be subtle. If it’s in South Almuda, we’ll be able to see it,” said Nick.

“And then we—” Harriet paused to slice through two zombies blocking their path, “shoot it out of the sky?” she asked.

“I don’t think it will be that easy,” said Nick. He raised his Z.A.R and shot down some zombies on the road ahead. They had taken the smaller street heading east and they slowed their pace as they took a left turn before entering the busier streets ahead.

“Any ideas on a good vantage point?” asked Nick.

“We need something close,” said Harriet as she looked out at the road ahead, “we can stand on the construction site platform, it’s just across the road to the right, opposite Wrench o Rama.”

“It’s going to be tough Harry, the street’s packed,” said Nick.

“We are going to have to run, and do a lot of dodging,” said Harriet in a sombre tone, “there’s a ramp that leads up to the platform, it’s not the highest or most secure spot, but it’s too risky to go further.”

“Let’s do it,” said Nick, feeling brave.

Harriet and Nick ran across the intersection and past Wrench O Rama to the edge of the construction site. There was a small pack of zombies in their way and Harriet stabbed one through the face and pulled her sword out, then kicked another out of her way to the right. They continued to run at full pelt to the ramp that led to the platform.

Once up there, a few zombies started to walk up the ramp towards them. Harriet set off a flare just a few meters away from the base of the ramp, and pulled Nick towards the far end of the platform and out of site.

“What now?” asked Harriet.

“We wait for collection time,” said Nick.

Harriet was holding her sword on the ready and standing near the edge of the platform. She had her back to the edge and was eyeing off the ramp to see if any would follow.

“You’re so good at this Harry,” said Nick, “you’re amazing.”

She relaxed her stance and looked into Nick’s eyes, “thanks. I’m not used to being complimented on my apocalypse survival training.”

Harriet cupped Nick’s face. It felt so good he didn’t want her to move her hand. He couldn’t help smiling and held her hand in place, kissing her palm. He felt strangely safe up high above the devastation below and bent low to kiss her. They moved towards each other and pressed their bodies together, kissing each other as the chaos rampaged below.

“I love you too Nick, I haven’t had a chance to say it back to you since you left me your note,” said Harriet.

Nick ran his fingers through her short dark hair and kissed her again. He felt so happy he could burst.

“Nick, I’m really scared,” said Harriet, “we’re so close to getting out of here.”

Nick started to feel the fear as she said the words. She was right. Everything they had been through up until now had been planned, the odds stacked in their favour, or at least even. Now they were going to try to take on Hemlock, stop the collection and possibly save the world. There was a good chance they would be killed.

Before he could think about it any further, he heard the hovercraft.

“Do you hear that,” said Nick, “he’s coming.”

The hovercraft came closer and closer, until it rested above the southeast corner of South Almuda, just down the street from the construction site. The street was filled with zombies, their numbers looked close to a hundred.

“How can we get to him?” asked Harriet.

Nick didn’t answer, but continued to watch. The hovercraft was shooting at the ground below and Nick could see the mutant zombies being tagged with glowing yellow markers. The tagged zombies seemed neutralised; they were swaying from side to side grabbing lamely at their chests.

“He’s going to send drones out for them,” said Nick, “we have to get closer, now! See that SUV?”

“Yeah,” said Harriet.

“We’re going to stand on top of that vehicle, let’s go,” he said. He didn’t have time to explain, he took off towards the ramp with his gun at the ready. The few zombies at the base of the ramp were still engaged with the flares, so he hopped off the ramp to the right and doubled back to the street. Harriet was close behind him.

The king zombies may have been neutralised, but the ordinary ones weren’t. Harriet and Nick, shot and slashed away at any that blocked their path to the SUV. They were close now, about 10 feet away. A group of 3 zombies attacked Nick simultaneously, and before he could shoot, both his arms were grabbed by zombies either side of him. His gun dropped to his side, swinging idly on it’s strap. One quickly took a bite of his forearm before he had time to shake it. The other was struggling with his other arm and the zombie in front was coming towards his chest. He gripped the zombies holding his arms, steadied his weight on his left leg and delivered a strong front kick to the zombie coming straight towards him. To put the other two off balance, he put his full weight behind him and pushed his arms towards the ground. The zombie who bit his arm lost it’s grip and he grabbed the other by the head and cracked it down towards his knee which he had quickly brought up to meet it’s face. He heard a crack and it fell lifeless to the ground. The zombie who had bit him came back for more and grabbed his left arm this time. He drew the knife Harry gave him from its holster and brought it around promptly in an arc and stabbed it through the temple.

“Nick!” screamed Harriet, as she came charging over to help.

“I’ve handled it, keep going,” he yelled back as he leapt over the stunned zombie on the ground, weaved to the right to avoid another trying to have a lunge at him. He hauled himself up on top of the SUV to relative safety. Harriet followed shortly behind him.

“Your arm!” she said with alarm.

“It’s okay. Immune, remember?” said Nick, however now that he was out of immediate danger he started to feel the pain. It hurt like a motherfucker. He winced as he looked down at his forearm.

Harriet, with the steady hands of a field surgeon, grabbed some disinfectant and gauze from her pack and dressed the wound quickly. He hurt like hell when she splashed the disinfectant on the wound. Nick found a moment to be thankful that it hadn’t managed to take a chunk out of him, but the wound still looked nasty.

“I hate to ask this again, but what now?” Harriet asked as she held the gauze in place with a clip.

“We have to jump onto one of the drones, or the feet of the king zombies, as they are collected. It will get us on the plane, and then we can fight hemlock,” said Nick.

“It’s a pretty rough plan, Nick,” said Harriet, “but it works for me, and it looks like we don’t have much time, the drones are coming.”

Yellow drones proceeded to pour fourth from the under carriage of the hovercraft. They descended on the tagged King zombies, zeroing in on their location and one by one the drones began to grasp the Kings, lift them up to the hovercraft above. Nick holstered his knife, and checked his Z.A.R was securely strapped to his chest.

“We better do this now before I loose by nerve,” said Nick.

“Those two,” said Harriet. She pointed to two zombies behind the SUV who were about to be picked up by the drones.

Nick and Harriet jumped off the SUV and got behind the King zombies. They were swaying slightly and grabbing at their chests, which had a large yellow cylinder stuck in them. As the drone got in place and latched on to the zombie’s heads, Nick grasped the drone firmly and prayed he could hold on until they got on the hovercraft. Harriet was shorter than him, and needed to take a small jump to reach the drone, but had no trouble holding on.

The King zombies, seemed to be completely unaware of their presence, but this was not the case for the surrounding regulars. As the drones lifted off, Nick clung on to the drone and wrapped his legs around the King zombie for extra support. He narrowly missed being grabbed by a zombie as they took off.

Harriet had not been so lucky, Nick watched in horror as a zombie grabbed her leg before her drone took off. He looked down and could see her kicking at its head. Nick had never felt so helpless as he watched Harriet fight for her life. He was nearly inside the hovercraft now, too far to jump down to help her. Her drone had not taken off very far with the extra weight, and the last thing he could see before he entered the hovercraft, was the drone loose it’s grip on the King zombie and Harriet falling to the ground.

“Harry!” screamed Nick down at the ground. He had to get down there and help her. The fall wouldn’t have killed her. She could be injured! How can she fight off a hoard of zombies if her leg is broken? Panic started to overtake him as the last of the King’s were loaded on to the plane.

He looked around him and could see he was in a pen of King zombies, all still neutralised. He needed to get the plane to land now! As the hull of the hovercraft closed, he thought he was going to vomit.

Breathe, said Nick to himself as he tried to collect his thoughts. He could see a gate to the holding pen. He needed to get through it, make his way to the cockpit and force the craft to land. He would crash-land it himself if he needed too.

He examined the fence and gate. It didn’t look like it was designed to hold in a mass of hungry zombies. The gate was locked with a padlock from the outside. Nick raised his Z.A.R, took a few steps back and shot at the lock. It was a very good gun. It took two shots to bust it open.

“What the hell is going on back there!” Nick heard a familiar voice say.

Nick charged through the gate, walked around a corner and found himself in the cockpit of the hovercraft. He had no idea what to do next as he stood face to face with Hemlock and one other special ops who was flying the hovercraft.

Nick raised his weapon to Hemlock’s head, “land the plane, right here in the street, now!” said Nick.

“You again! What in God’s name are you doing here?” screamed Hemlock.

Nick looked towards the pilot, “land the plane or I’ll—” Nick’s gun was knocked from his arms and he was delivered a staggering right hook to the head before he had a chance to fire a round. Nick went flying over to the wall of the cockpit and Hemlock was coming in for another attack. Nick steadied his feet and lunged into Hemlock, tackling him into the pilot who fell forward onto the control column, which pitched the hovercraft towards the ground. It only took a few seconds for the hovercraft to completely loose control. Hemlock threw Nick off and the pilot struggled to pull the hovercraft out of a dive. It hadn’t been very high up off the ground to start with so the ground was coming towards them rapidly.

The pilot struggled to pull up, however the craft hit the top of the construction site, creating an unearthly metallic crunch followed by an explosion to the rear of the plane. Nick could barely recall what happened next. Everyone held on as best they could as the hovercraft came crashing to the ground, decimating the construction site.

Nick roused himself from the ground and could feel his lungs filling with smoke. Harriet, he thought immediately and lifted himself off the floor of the cockpit. He was sore, but didn’t register any major injuries. The pilot on the other hand had a metal beam protruding from his chest, which had smashed through the windshield. Nick clambered towards the windshield and began smashing open a hole big enough to crawl through. The plane hadn’t crashed far from where Harriet had fallen. If he hurried, he could still reach her. Just as Nick broke through the windshield, he was grabbed by the shoulders, and thrown to the floor of the cockpit like a ragdoll.

“Where do you think you’re going boy?” Hemlock said through gritted teeth. He stood over Nick, and made a towering presence. He may have been older than Nick, but he was taller, thicker, and by the way he had just thrown him to the ground, Nick was guessing he was much stronger as well.

“You have ruined everything! One scrawny little prick! Years of planning!” Hemlock landed heavily on top of Nick before he had a chance to try to stand. Hemlock wrapped both hands around Nick’s throat and began to choke him. Nick immediately felt the pain around his neck, however worse still was the feeling of panic that rose quickly as he struggled to gasp for breath.

Hemlock spoke with a quiet rage, which was nothing short of terrifying, “we were so close. I could have had the world!” Nick struggled to think, brain deprived of oxygen, lungs burning, as Hemlock continued, “you may have ruined the collection, but at least I can have the pleasure of squeezing the life out of you.”

Nick tried to reach for his gun, however it was pinned behind his back. Spots started to appear in his vision, and he knew the end couldn’t be far off. His left hand flailed helplessly towards Hemlock’s face as his right hand reached his knife. He pulled the knife from its holster, and with his last ounce of strength, he plunged the knife into Hemlock’s side between his ribs.

“Ah! Fuck!” screamed Hemlock as he let go of Nick’s throat and grasped for the knife.

Nick took in a desperate strangled breath and rolled Hemlock off from on top of him. He struggled to his feet, with legs of jelly and head spinning as the blood and oxygen desperately tried to circulate normally again.

Hemlock was trying to get the knife out of his torso, but struggled to grasp the handle due to its position. Nick grabbed his Z.A.R from behind his back and raised it at Hemlock’s head. He may have a knife in his side, but he had seen how tough this guy was and wasn’t going to underestimate him again.

Hemlock pulled out the knife with his left hand, which turned out to be a big mistake. Blood poured freely from the wound and he began to cough up blood, leading Nick to think he must have punctured a lung. Hemlock was on his knees and starting to slump against the co-pilot chair to the side.

“Well go on kid, finish it. I’d rather a bullet in the head than being torn apart by a pack of zombies,” said Hemlock bravely.

Nick was going to shoot him, but couldn’t help but think he was getting off easy, “was it worth it? Thousands of lives. Children, families, an entire god damn city!” Nick was beyond furious. Hemlock didn’t seem to be inclined towards contrition, even at the end. He spat out a wad of blood to the side as he slid further against the chair.

“Well you know what? You’re friend Marian was right! I am the cure!” said Nick, holding up his healed bite wound as proof, “We are going to get out of here, and we are going to cure this thing once and for all.”

And then curiously, Hemlock started laughing. Not a mad maniacal kind of laugh, but an ironic sardonic kind of laugh. It was extremely unnerving. “You think you’ve got it all figured out, don’t you kid.”

I’ve wasted enough time here. The cabin was starting to fill with thick black smoke and Nick was worried the whole craft was going to blow soon. He raised his weapon and shot Hemlock in the face. It felt like a rather unceremonious end. He picked up his knife from the ground, which was covered in blood, placed it back in its holster and quickly made his way through the front windscreen.

The flames at the back of the hovercraft were roaring now, and roasting the King zombies in the back. The flames thankfully attracted most of the zombies on the street, and so Nick ran and dodged as best as he could to the place where he saw Harriet fall from the drone.

“Harry!” he screamed, not caring about the dead he was attracting, “HARRY!”

He stood on top of the SUV and surveyed the street, but she was nowhere to be seen.
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