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Dead Rising 3: A New Player	By : PennyBFarthing Category: +A through F > Dead Rising series Views: 5624 -:- 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 23
The plane landed safely at Harriet’s property, and the survivors cheered loudly as the wheels touched the ground.
“Makes me think they didn’t have much faith in our flying,” said Rhonda, as she slowed the plane in an open field.
There were no stairs to help them out of the plane doors at this end of the trip, so all 19 survivors jumped out of the plane one at a time. Doug jumped out first to assist anyone that needed help. Second off the plane was President Paddock, Nick almost forgot about her in the madness of their escape. She was quiet on the trip back, however graciously accepted Doug’s assistance in getting out of the plane.
“I’ll need to get to a phone immediately,” President Paddock said to Doug, “I need to let people know that the rumours of my death have been greatly exaggerated, and to cease any plans to bomb the city. I also need to tell my team about Hemlock and Isabela as soon as possible.”
“Of course Madame President,” said Doug, “I assume you’ll also need an extraction, we’d be grateful if you could keep our location a secret. Could we take you into town to meet your people?”
“You have my word,” she said.
The illegals jumped off the plane next, Lauren, Winnie, Annie and Red. They were ecstatic, to be out of Los Perdidos and to find a cure. It would be nice for them to be part of mainstream society again.
The couples seemed to follow, Alice delicately sat on the lip of the exit door and glided to the ground with Doug’s assistance and Greg jumped and fell to the ground like a drunk teenager. After shutting off the engine, Rhonda grabbed Gary and kissed him unashamedly before leaping to the grass below. Julia and Eric, who Nick could never really tell if they were together or not, hopped out next.
Chuck dragged Isabela off the floor and nearly threw her out of the plane. Her hands were bound, so Doug half caught her as she fell into the mud. Chuck dragged her towards the house roughly, cursing all the way.
Anna and Dwayne seemed to be friends now, which seemed an unlikely friendship to Nick. Dwayne carried her to the plane door and gently lowered her into Doug’s arms. He thought Dwayne might have a bit of a thing for her and he made a mental note to casually mention that Anna was gay to Dwayne.
Nick lifted Harriet off the ground, however not without effort. She was small, and light, but his arm still had a fresh bite wound and he could feel the wound stretch and reopen as he carried her.
“Home sweet home,” said Nick with a small wince.
“How sweet of you to carry me over the threshold,” said Harriet with a goofy grin.
He lowered her gently to Doug, and Harriet stood with one foot on the grass, leaning heavily on Doug. Nick jumped to the ground and took a deep breath in. It was like nothing he had ever experienced before. Days of constant fear, being on hyper alert, and breathing decayed air was in stark contrast to the fresh air and open field of Harriet’s property.
Dick, who didn’t seem to be with anybody, jumped off the plane last. Doug leapt up to the plane and expertly swung the door shut whiles landing lightly on the ground. No small feat for a man of his stature.
Nick went to pick Harriet up again, however Harriet stopped him.
“Your arm Nick,” she said pointing at the fresh bleeding on his bandage.
“It’s okay,” Nick said, still feeling he should be tough.
“I got it,” said Doug, gracefully sweeping Harriet off her feet in a fluid motion whiles walking towards the house. Nick felt a pang of jealously, but only for an instant. He mostly felt relieved as his arm really hurt.
“A nice little spot,” said Dick as he and Nick walked towards the house together. The house looked like it was built in the 70’s, which in Nick’s mind usually meant ugly, but the exposed brick house looked like it was at home on the property. It was an unassuming one-storey house, which sprawled with the landscape. It had plenty of glass sliding doors, and sloped double height roof space to make the home seem grand in it’s own way.
Everyone seemed to instinctively take off their shoes at the front door. All of them were caked in blood and mud. Nick followed suit, took of his trainers, and stepped into the front hallway. As he closed the door behind him, it sank in for Nick. They were all home and all safe.
He entered the large open plan living, dining and kitchen area, which also had an excellent billiard table and bar. Nick couldn’t wipe the grin off his face.
“Listen up everyone,” said Harriet who had been placed on a high stood at the kitchen island, “welcome home!” She was greeted by loud cheers and claps from the survivors in her living room.
“There has been one thing which has probably been on your mind since the outbreak started,” Harriet paused for dramatic effect, “a shower.”
“YES!” screamed Greg, a little too loudly.
“Thank you Greg,” said Harriet. It was like a wedding reception, it was an easy crowd for cheers and laughs.
“Any chance of… some clean clothes?” ventured Alice.
“Whatever I have, you’re welcome to share,” said Harriet, “I still have some of my dad’s old clothes for the guys as well.”
“yesss,” said Greg, a little more subdued this time.
“My home has 5 bedrooms and 3 bathrooms with showers,” said Harriet, “so maybe the girls take the two bedrooms with ensuites and the guys take the large bathroom off the hall?”
It seemed it was enough said, everyone peeled off to shower and get changed. The atmosphere in the house was electric. People were high fiving, laughing and hugging each other. Greg looked like a kid at Christmas.
“I think I need a beer,” said Doug.
“Lucky for you I keep a well stocked fridge,” said Harriet, “Doug, can you open the fridge behind the bar for me?
Doug, who seemed to be acting as Harriet avatar, opened the bar behind the fridge, which was stocked with what looked like two cases of beer and a dozen bottles of wine and champagne.
“What the fuck?” said Nick, “Harriet, this is awesome.”
“You never know when you’ll have guests,” said Harriet, “and there is a stack of frozen meat in the kitchen fridge.”
“Meat?” said Doug, who was displaying the first ounce of enthusiasm since Nick had encountered him.
“Yes my friend! Want to defrost it?” said Harriet.
Doug re-arranged his face into a more serious visage, “yes, I’ll get right on that,’ he said, heading to the kitchen.
Nick walked over to Harriet’s stool and wrapped his arms around her, “just when I thought you couldn’t get anymore amazing.”
She smiled widely and kissed him.
“Since this is my house, we get to call dibs on one of the bedrooms,” said Harriet.
“Absolutely, I think it’s only fair,” said Nick, as he leaned in and continued to kiss her.
“Hate to break this up guys,” said Chuck, “but what should I do with her?”
President Paddock came back from the study where she was making a private phone call, “she’ll have to stay here for the night. I just got off the phone from some people I trust at homeland. They’ll extract Isabela and I from town tomorrow at midday.”
“Great,” said Chuck sarcastically.
“Do you have a secure area we can keep her until tomorrow?” said Doug.
“I’m right here,” said Isabela angrily.
“Shut up!” said Chuck.
“We are better off keeping her were everyone can see her,” said Harriet, “you can keep her chained to the radiator in the living room.”
“Great! So she can watch us celebrate and enjoy the party,” Chuck just wasn’t letting up on the sarcasm.
“It will increase her risk of escape if we put her somewhere where she can’t be seen. It’s better this way,” said Harriet.
“Do you know what the plan will be from here President Paddock?” Nick asked.
“It’s unclear. First we need clean up the city and rescue any remaining survivors. The government will actually be saving them this. Then we need to bring Isabela and those involved with the outbreak to justice. It’s going to be a hell of mess. Hemlock commanded forces to do unspeakable things. On the other hand, they were trained to follow orders unquestioningly,” President Paddock looked tired and took a deep breathe, “then we need to work on the cure.”
“How are you going to do that?” asked Nick. He was keenly interested in what he needed to provide in order to assist them. Did they just need a blood sample?
“We’ll need you to come with us,” said the President, “The ZDC will need blood and tissue samples. They’ll also need to work very closely with Isabela to help create a cure, and maybe a vaccine.”
“You’re not taking him,” said Harriet.
“How do you propose we work on a cure then?” asked the President.
“I don’t trust you,” said Harriet.
“We’ll give you full autonomy to come and go as you please, but we can’t let you stay here. It’s too important that we find a cure,” said the President.
“Let him stay?” said Harriet, picking up on the operative word.
“Okay, can I have a say in this?” said Nick, “I want to help you find a cure, I am happy to provide whatever you need. But I’m not going to some military facility and being locked in a lab. I’ve done that already, and it didn’t work. I will go to a public hospital where you can take whatever samples you need. And I get to take my friends with me.”
“Agreed,” said Paddock, “and we get to station guards at the hospital to ensure your safety.”
“Okay,” said Nick.
“And he wants to be compensated,” said Harriet.
‘What?” said Nick.
“Nick risked his life to stop Hemlock and the collection and is now giving his body over to the ZDC to cure thousand of the zombie infection. He deserves a reward,” said Harriet.
“That sounds fair,” said Paddock, “the reward won’t be outstanding, but we’ll allow you to sell your story to the papers when the cure has been developed and order has been restored.
“Agreed,” said Nick, “and now, I’ve had enough of talk about zombies, I want to relax for the first time in a week. I’m going to have a few beers, take a shower and have a barbeque.”
“I highly recommend it Nick,” said Greg, who emerged from the bathroom in oversized cargo pants and a white t-shirt, “I have never been more grateful for being clean!”
Nick walked over to the bar and handed Greg a beer, “here.”
“Oh my God!” Greg looked so happy he might die.
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