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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 24
After the survivors had finished showering, receiving some first aid and calling their families, the party ensued. It was strange to be celebrating with Isabela chained to the radiator in the middle of the party, but everyone seemed to make do.
Unsurprisingly, the survivors had a lot of pent up stress. People drank a little too much too quickly and before long, everyone got loose. Nick was standing at the bar pouring whisky and surveying the scene. The music was turned up loud and the survivors were dancing like they had just discovered it. Alice and Greg were jumping around like teenagers. It was a site to behold to see Greg dressed in Harriet’s Dad’s buttoned down Sunday best pumping his fist in a wide circles whiles jumping enthusiastically to “Jump Around” by House of Pain.
Everyone was dancing, with the exception of Anna who was lying on the couch looking a little stoned, having clearly overdone it on her pain medication. Even Harriet was jumping around on one leg. Nick was feeling the effects of a few whiskies. He had never really had whisky before, mainly sticking to beer or a few safe spirits and mixers. However after three whiskies neat, he thought he could see the appeal, or maybe it was just their effect he was enjoying. He looked around the room feeling a relaxed joy wash over him. We’re all safe. I can’t believe we made it. I wish Diego could be here. He would have liked this party.
And as rapidly as his joy had arrived it departed as he thought of Diego being torn apart from the inside. He stared out across the survivors, looking at nothing. It was all for me.
“Hey Nick! What are you staring at?” said Harriet, after she had hobbled over to the bar. She held Nick around the waist and brought him close to her.
“All those people died because of me. And Diego…” Nick trailed off and took a large swig of his whisky… “I mean, fuck! How does anyone live with that?”
“Whoa! I’m going to stop you right there Nick,” said Harriet. She was holding him firmly by the waist and trying to maintain eye contact. Nick was trying to look away, but she moved her head into his line of site and held his eyes, “None of this is your fault. You can’t let yourself think like that, not for a minute.” She paused and turned her eyes to Isabela, “this is her fault, and her fault alone… and maybe the military’s fault too. Actually there are a lot of people whose fault this is. If you want to share some of the blame, you’ll have to get in line.”
Can’t argue with that logic… “I know you’re right,” Nick gave a small smile, “it’s almost arrogant that I could think I caused all this. I think I’m just… drunk? I don’t know.”
“Maybe a little drunk,” said Harriet with a mischievous smile, “want to really get this party started?”
Nick had no idea what she had in mind. Sex?
“I may have a few party favours to really get this party going,” said Harriet.
This was a side to Harriet, he hadn’t seen before. But then again, he had only known her a few days.
“I’ve never don’t drugs before,” said Nick.
“Clearly, because only people who haven’t ever taken drugs say ‘done drugs’. Open wide!” Harriet withdrew a little plastic bag with resealable top and took out a small white pill.
“What is it?” Nick asked.
“Ecstasy,” said Harriet.
What the hell, “All right, Fuck it!” said Nick, taking the small white pill and swallowing it with the remainder of his whisky.
“You’re in for a hell of a ride!” said Harriet, as she swallowed a pill with her beer.
“What ride?” said Annie, coming at just the right moment.
“E,” said Harriet.
“Cool, can I have some,” said Annie.
“Of course darling,” said Harriet, handing Annie a pill, which she quickly swallowed.
“Annie, are you sure?” said Nick, realising that he sounded like a twat.
Annie actually snorted as she laughed at Nick, “Oh Nick, this certainly isn’t my first time. A lot of us ‘illegals’ use on the weekends at warehouse parties for a bit of a release. Do you have any spare Harriet? Red, Lauren and Winnie will loose it!”
“Sure, go ahead,” said Harriet, handing the small plastic bag to Annie.
“Thanks,” she said in awe, as she took the bag with undue reverence, “and ah, can you not tell my dad?”
Nick started laughing. A lot. Annie rolled her eyes and took it as her cue to leave.
“Full of surprises, aren’t you,” said Nick, grinning widely.
“And one more up my sleeve,” she said. She gently shoved Nick against the bar and kissed him thickly. Nick felt completely disoriented, he was a little drunk and now extremely horny. She pulled away from him with a bong in her hand.
“Ta da!” said Harriet, holding the bong aloft with one hand and doing a jazz hand with the other.
“Jesus Christ!” said Nick, as he started to laugh again.
Before long, Harriet had the bong set-up, with a neat little amount of pot ready to go. She began to circulate around the room, offering hits like it was the end of the world. Which come to think of it, it nearly was.
“Interested Greg?” said Harriet.
“Yes. Yes I am,” said Greg, as if he had been offered some extra pepper on his meal.
“Greg!” said Alice, “we don’t do drugs!” she added incredulously.
“And we also don’t do… zombie… killing, but here we are,” the excuse was pretty thin. Harriet lit the top and Greg took a long drag.
“Woo!” he said with enthusiasm, “it’s working! I‘m high!”
“Slow down there cowboy,” said Harriet, as she hobbled over to some other survivors.
“What about me?” said Anna from the couch.
“You’re cooked already sunshine, no more for you,” said Harriet.
“Oh, okay,” said Anna. Nick took note of how chill she was.
President Paddock did not partake, but she thought about it for a minute, before refusing.
“Dwayne?” asked Harriet.
“Hell, I’m still a cop… but I guess it’s legal now, so….” Dwayne took a hit, “Hell! It’s just like the 90’s!” Nick didn’t really know what he meant by this, but then again, a lot of things were seeming strange to him now. He took a second to register if the ecstasy was having any effect. He was gripping his beer very tightly and the music felt great. He hadn’t realised it before but he was dancing. I never dance. Why haven’t I ever danced before?
Nick enjoyed himself as he moved his feet to some inane song he had heard on the radio a hundred times before. The room felt warm.
“Enjoying yourself there Nick,” said Red, dancing next to Nick.
“Yes, how amazing is this! We survived!” said Nick.
‘We survived!!!” screamed Red into Nick’s face.
“If you think about it, it’s really amazing. We should have died so many times. How did we do it all?” said Nick.
“I know right?” said Red, intensely concentrating on what Nick was saying.
“I mean, we drove through hoards of zombies, found a plane and got it working, defeated special ops, broke people out of detention, I escaped a fucking, ah...” Nick was beginning to sweat, “ah… house of horrors lab, my friend died and I got bitten. TWICE!” said Nick, holding up his bite wounds for Red to see.
“Holy shit brah!” said Red, “you’re a king!”
“Thanks!” said Nick.
Annie approached Nick and Red, swaying lazily to the music.
“And this girl!” said Nick to Annie, “is the fucking best! You rock Annie!”
“I know right!” said Annie. She lunged at Nick and gave him a huge hug. She began swaying to the music and before long they were dancing together, holding each other close. It felt amazing, he thought he could feel all of her. Weirdly, Red joined the group hug, and the three of them stood in a huddle, embracing each other, dancing out of time to the music.

Nick woke-up with a pounding headache and a mouth that tasted like an ashtray. Did I smoke last night? He opened his eyes and saw an ashtray full of cigarette butts on the bedside table and it all started coming back to him. Oh God.
He registered that he was naked under the covers. He rolled over and saw the back of Harriet’s head. Her short dark hair all mussed up, and her beautiful bare back exposed. He propped himself up on his elbow, looking further along the bed and saw Annie, fast asleep on her back. Her breasts were exposed and he had a sudden instinct to cover her up. Then more flashback from the night before started to flood in. Oh God. I guess it’s too late to cover her up now. Fuck, where is Chuck! He is going to kill me!
Nick jumped out of bed and found his clothes on the floor in the middle of Harriet’s bedroom. He dressed quickly and checked the time. 10:38, he guessed he had had about 5 hours sleep. Fuck I’m thirsty. He looked around the room, and found a few empty beer bottles but no clean glasses to fill in the bathroom.
Calm down Nick, go get some water, find out where Chuck is, and when the girls wake-up, get them dressed. We can just tell Chuck we fell asleep in here. There are probably people sleeping all over the house.
He crept outside, to see what could only be described as utter devastation. The air smelled of sour beer and pot. He crept into the lounge area, Greg was asleep sitting up on the couch with a half empty beer still in his hand. Nick grabbed the beer and went to empty it in the kitchen sink.
After he went to the kitchen and drank 2 full glasses of water, he decided it would be nice to get Harriet and Annie some glasses too. He filled up 3 full glasses and quietly walked back through the lounge room.
That was when he noticed Isabela sitting up, still chained to the radiator, wide awake and staring at him.
“Could I have some? I haven’t had anything to drink since yesterday, I’m very thirsty,” said Isabela.
Nick didn’t say a word, but quietly walked over to her, set the two glasses down and raised the third to her lips. She may be a mass murder, however she had rights. Also, they needed her alive to work on the cure.
‘Thank you, Nick,” said Isabela, “you’re a good boy, I knew you would be.”
‘What?” said Nick. His head was still pounding, and here he was, talking to Isabela Keyes, who was praising his ethics.
“I’m so proud of you. You’re handsome and strong and brave. But now I find you are also kind, something I have never seen much of,” said Isabela.
“I’m sorry,” said Nick sarcastically, “are you trying to make me feel sorry for you?”
“No. It’s just… this is coming out all wrong. I wanted this to go differently,”
The hairs on the back of Nick’s neck began to stand on end. Something didn’t feel right. She was a prisoner, her life was over, but she looked… calm, almost peaceful. Nick proceeded quietly as the room was still full of sleeping survivors.
“Wanted what to go differently,” Nick asked.
“Did you have fun at the party?” asked Isabela, “it sure looked like you had fun. And it appears you are quite popular with women too,” she said and started to smile.
“DON’T,” Nick paused and preceded more calmly, “don’t change the subject. What did you want to go differently?”
Isabela paused briefly before proceeding, “I told you the story of my village, Santa Cabeza. It was beautiful Nick, I know you would have liked it,” she paused and her voice became dark and bitter, “but it was destroyed, as you know. Everything and everyone I loved. I have lost so much, Nick. Even more than you know.
“When the soldiers arrived, they… took my soul I think, they took my very self. They killed everyone they could find, but sometimes when they found young women…” Isabela paused, “they raped them before they killed them. I was 17 at the time.”
Despite himself, Nick found himself feeling for her, being horrified, “I’m sorry Isabela, I can’t possibly know what that’s like,”
“Carlito found me before they could kill me, but I was with child, as many of the women were. 50 in total, as you might have heard, products of the destruction brought by the United States.
“And then the last thing I had was taken from me. The last piece that was holding me together; my little boy. He was so beautiful. I held him in my arms, I fed him, I sang to him,” Isabela began to cry. Tears streamed down her face as she sobbed quietly.
“Carlito said,” she shuddered as she took a deep intake of breath, “that I couldn’t keep him, that he would go to the orphanage and go to a loving home in America. We couldn’t escape, with a baby. I begged him. I…” Isabela was wracked with sobs by this time. It was becoming difficult for her to talk. She steadied herself, taking some time and long slow breaths.
“But I’d never let him make my baby ‘a little ticking time bomb’. And there came our deliverance, he made my little boy immune.” Isabela stopped talking and looked into Nick’s eyes.
Nick’s mind was reeling. Was this a joke? But as he looked at his mother, he knew it was true.
“So…” Nick began, “you’re my mother.”
“Yes!” said Isabela, “she went to move closer to Nick, but was stopped by her handcuffs, “yes, you are my beautiful boy. I couldn’t live without finding you. I wanted a cure, but more than anything, I wanted you back! I wanted to know who you are, how you lived. I wanted to be your mother Nick.”
Nick sat back from Isabela and raised his hands in front of him as if to stop her from talking.
“I can prove it,” she said, “when we’re in the labs working on a cure, we can do a DNA test.”
“I can’t…” started Nick, “I can’t hear this!” he could feel the panic rising in his voice.
“You’re all I’ve ever wanted Nick, all I’ve ever needed to make me whole again,” said Isabella, sounding increasingly more desperate.
“I gotta–” Nick scrambled to his feet and ran for the door. As soon as he made it outside and on to the front lawn, he yakked all over it.
“Oh God,” Nick murmured to himself. He wiped the remaining vomit from his face and sat on the grass. I’ve wanted to find my parents for so long. I finally do, and discover my father is a rapist and my mother is a mass murder…
He could barely comprehend his own feelings. He had always felt alone and an outsider. But this was something new. Shame? Disgust? Nick folded his arms over his knees and planted his face on his forearms. He sat like this for some time until Harriet came outside to join him.
“Not feeling so hot huh?” said Harriet from the doorway, “neither am I, truth be told.”
Nick didn’t reply or move. Harriet closed the door behind her and sat next to Nick.
“Want some water?” she said, offering him a glass.
Nick slowly raised his head and took the glass from her washing his face and hands and taking a few big gulps to wash away the taste of vomit.
“So… that was some night last night huh?” Harriet began, “don’t get me wrong! I don’t regret it, but that was pretty wild. I’ve actually never done anything like that you know. I mean, with another girl in the room…”
Harriet waited for a response, but Nick merely sat mutely, watching the horizon.
“Nick? You’re beginning to freak me out. What’s going on?” asked Harriet.
Nick couldn’t think of a good way to put it, so decided to say it bluntly, “Isabela just told me she’s my mother.”
“What?!” Harriet half screamed, “that’s crazy, she’s just messing with you Nick. She’s probably trying to get you to feel sorry for her so you’ll help her escape.”
“I don’t think so,” he said quietly, “she doesn’t want to escape. She wants to work with me in the labs on a cure. It all makes sense in a weird way. She said Carlito put the cure inside me to protect me. Her obsession to find me wasn’t just about the cure, it was to find her son. She would have been younger than I am now when Carlito forced her to give me up…” Nick paused, “I’m so confused, but all I know is that I want to find out for sure.”
“What are you going to do Nick?” asked Harriet.
“I want to go to the labs, get a DNA test,” said Nick simply.
“And what will you do if you find out she really is your mother?” asked Harriet.
Nick took a while to think. Her question really stumped him. He knew he wanted to know, but didn’t know what he’d do with the information.
“Maybe nothing I guess. I don’t know,” said Nick, “what do we do from here? My home’s destroyed, my life turned upside down. This is too much to handle, let alone with a raging hangover!” Nick surprised himself and gave a small chuckle. It was just too crazy to wrap his mind around.
“Well, life could be really good from here. If you play your cards right, you could sell your story and set yourself up for life. You could do whatever you like! Work on a cure? Work to prevent further outbreaks? Buy a garage?” said Harriet with a small smile.
Nick smiled too and put his arm around Harriet, “it’s exciting I guess, and scary.”
“And you don’t have to do it alone,” Harriet said with a big smile.
‘Thank god you found me Harry,” said Nick, “and not just because I would have been eaten on the freeway if you didn’t.”
“I thank fuck I found you too,” said Harriet.
The house inside was beginning to stir. Groggy survivors were beginning to stumble around the house to begin the clean up. And there were bigger messes to clean up ahead. Los Perididos, bringing Isabela and others to justice, and working on the cure. But all that was ahead, all he had to do was look after today.
Nick kissed Harriet on the cheek, “and what do you want to do today?”
Harriet thought about it for a second, “I think I want to cook a big breakfast, and then go back to bed.”
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