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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 3

The new Turret Rig was a great improvement for getting around Los Perdidos. It ploughed through herds, hurling them over the top of the vehicle rather than underneath them, and the sides were reinforced to keep out the clingers. Rhonda and Nick knew the city; so finding their way to Production Bridge was easy enough.

On the freeway, they passed a horrific looking billboard of a particularly nasty looking zombie. The flesh had been torn away from his mouth, exposing a full set of teeth, and the sign read, “Don’t turn. Get chipped.” Nick noticed for the first time, that the government had made a lot of effort to scare people into being chipped since the previous zombie outbreaks.

At the end of the freeway, a barricade prevented them from driving the whole way to the evacuation site. However, they found the zombies light on the ground, and they made their way without incident. As they approached the quarantine station, the group slowed and took in their surroundings. Something wasn’t right. There were no personnel, no army presence, just a bunch of abandoned army trucks and passenger cars. It was very quiet.

“I don’t believe what I’m seeing,” said Rhonda, as she looked for a way in.

“This definitely doesn’t look right,” said Dick, as he searched the surrounding area and found himself a shotgun, “should we still head in?”

“I vote no,” said Harriet, as she eyed off the entry gate, “this exit will be blocked too and if a pack comes at us, we’ll be surrounded.”

“We have to try. We’ve got to get out of this city,” said Nick, he was determined to get out, “everyone find the best weapon you can, and we’ll see what we’re up against.”

Rhonda and Harriet found assault rifles, Nick seemed too pleased with his sledge saw to let it go.

“Okay, let’s go,” Rhonda was eager to find a way out too.

As they entered through an opening in the chain link fence, they saw a large open paved area with a fire pit in the centre and various cars strewn across the vicinity. The exit was blocked, as Harriet said, and their only way out was on foot as they came in. Nick was still optimistic despite the evidence; he walked over to the booth, which was stationed by a man in full army gear.

“Hello, we’re here for the evac—” before he had finished his sentence, the guard slowly turned around with a two-foot long machete coming out of his chest. It was definitely a zombie.

“Jesus,” said Nick, and then the pandemonium started. Motorcycle engines roared to life and close to a dozen bikers rode out into the arena. They circled the four of them quicker than they expected. A man stood on top of a large overturned rig and was pointing a handgun at the group below. He was wearing cargo pants, and studded belt with bare chest. To finish the look, he had blue paint on his face and chest, with a severe Mohawk.

“Well looky here boys! These ones look like fun!” said the man on top of the truck, whiles taking a large swig of whisky he was holding in his other hand. Two of the bikers hopped of their bikes and pulled Rhonda away from the group. Nick advanced on them, however a Molotov cocktail was thrown in his path, exploding into flames, to block his rescue.

“Let’s take this one downstairs for a little fun!” said one.

“Hell yeah! Grab the other one too. She looks sweeeeeet.”

Nick was planning his next move. They were outnumbered by at least two to one. As he looked to see what Harriet was planning he noticed she was standing motionless and impassive. She’s frozen. We’re fucked. I’m going to have to kill them all myself.

As another two bikers went to grab for Harriet, the tables turned. As they got into range, she hit the ground and swept her leg in a wide arc along the pavement, tripping both of the bikers. Whiles they were on the floor, she stomped one in the face braking his skull, jaw and teeth. She drew her gun, and shot the other in the head whiles he was still on the ground. It was only then that Nick and Dick acted. Dick took aim at the man on the truck and fired off three shots. The first was a clear miss, however the second and third hit their target. He fell off the back of the truck in a spray of blood and made a sickening thud as he hit the ground. Nick jumped over the flames towards Rhonda and drove his sledge saw from above right through the skull of one of her captors.

The second man was on him in an instant, and had him in a choke hold. Nick couldn’t breathe, and was struck by pure panic. That’s it. I’m done. He struggled to roll his attacker forward and over the top of him with no success. He was weak and loosing consciousness. He heard several loud pops, dropped to the ground and started gasping for breath. When he turned around, he saw Rhonda standing over him with her assault rifle.

The other five bikers had wasted no time, and had hopped on their motorcycles. They’re fleeing Nick thought, before he realised they were once again circling their group. The bikers began flinging Molotov’s at them, however mercifully their aim was terrible from their current distance. Thank God, they’re probably drunk. Where’s Harriet?

A muscle car screeched to an abrupt stop next to Rhonda, Nick and Dick and the passenger side door flung open.

“Hop in!” Harriet said, and they all piled in as quickly as possible. This was just in time, as no sooner than Harriet put the car in first and sped off, another Molotov hit the back of their car, with minimal damage.

“Fuck! They’ve blocked us in!” said Harriet as she drove back towards the exit. They had parked a large van across the fence. “Who are these sick freaks?! Any ideas?”

“We have to kill them all. Run them over darlin’!” said Dick as he gripped the sides of the back seat, bracing himself for the ride ahead.

Harriet manoeuvred the car with incredible skill. She punched it towards the first biker who was facing them head on. He hurled another Molotov at the car and missed, not accounting for their speed. The biker swerved to his right to avoid being hit, however Harriet anticipated him and headed left whiles accelerating. She ran him, and the bike over. As she was now facing a dead end, she reversed back over him for good measure. Nick could see what remained of the biker through the front windscreen. His ribs and both legs were broken, and he was lying on his back coughing up large amounts of blood. He won’t bother us anymore. One down… four to go.

“We’ve got two behind us!” yelled Rhonda, as she bashed out the back windscreen with the butt of her assault rifle. Dick and Rhonda fired towards them whiles Harriet reversed. It was hard to say who made the shot, but one biker fell backwards off his bike bleeding copiously from his torso. The other was wounded and rode away, so Harriet turned the car around to pursued him. He was an easy target as he was having trouble steering. The car clipped his back wheel as he tried to swerve left and he came off his bike hard, headfirst. This time, there was no need for Harriet to run him over again. He lay motionless on the ground with a cracked and bleeding skull. Almost makes me feel sorry for him, thought Nick, but there was no time for further contemplation however, as a Molotov hit them squarely in the bonnet. Nick could feel the heat from the flames as Harriet accelerated towards the thrower. This time he swerved and the car missed.

“I can’t see a fucking thing!” screamed Harriet in frustration. The flames started to die down, but the car was in bad shape. The bonnet was smoking heavily, and one of the front tyres must have been damaged as the car was having trouble turning. There was still one biker in front of them and to their left, and another pursuing them from behind. Harriet tried to circle around the fire pit, however the muscle car wasn’t responding. She pulled up the hand break and spun a sharp left, having one biker square in her sights. He was completely taken aback by the cars sharp change in direction. She accelerated towards him, knocking him off his bike and he went flying into the windscreen. Meanwhile Rhonda and Dick continued to fire out the back window at the last biker.

“Shit, I’m out!” said Dick, Rhonda continued to spray bullets.

The biker on the front windshield had balls. He clung on the frame and broke through the windshield with his head, grinning at Nick and Harriet.

“Heeeeeere’s Johnny!” said the biker as he tried to climb in through the front windshield. Nick took aim with the saw end of his weapon and sliced his head open spraying blood all over the front passengers.

“The last one’s bike is down, but he’s still alive and kicking,” said Rhonda. The car’s engine cut and finally gave out so the four of them hopped out before the engine caught fire. Nick could see the last biker striding towards them to make his final stand, however he must have been the only one who saw him coming. He threw a Molotov towards them, and it was heading straight for Harriet.

“Down!” yelled Nick as he dove towards Harriet to knock her out of the way. The Molotov barely missed her and Nick landed on top of Harriet hard. Now that the biker had given away his position, he was vulnerable. Rhonda opened fire with her assault rifle and he fell to the ground, his chest riddled with bullets.

When the fray was over, Nick was lying squarely on top of Harriet with his legs on either side of her. His body was pressed against hers, and the moment would have been called intimate if it wasn’t for the look of pain and distress on Harriet’s face. He quickly rolled off her to the left and put his hand on her torso.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” said Nick, as Harriet struggled for breath, “oh God, have I broken something?”

Harriet felt her ribs as if doing a self-diagnostic, “nothings broken,” she wheezed a breath in, “I’m just winded.”

Just then a roller shutter flung open and a terrifying engine roared to life. Nick jumped up from the ground to get a better look. He saw before him a monstrous hybrid between a motorcycle, flame thrower and a steamroller. The rider was dressed like the other bikers, except for his leather jacket and strange face paint. He appeared to be their leader.

“What have you done to my boys!” he screamed, from what can only be described as a Rollerhawg. “I’m going to kill all of you! You’re all dead!” he hollered. He accelerated towards the group at great pace ready to flatten them all. Rhonda opened fire, however the large steamroller on the front shielded the bullets and then she was out.

“Shit!” said Rhonda.

Nick pulled Harriet to her feet and took her hand.

“Run!” Nick yelled, as he made for the relative safety of a nearby concrete pillar. At least he won’t be able to run us over there. Rhonda and Dick saw the Concrete structure too and made a mad dash for it. Harriet was slower than usual after being winded, but kept up with Nick.

The Rollerhawg changed direction to pursue the group, and was bearing down on them. Nick could feel the heat from the flames issuing forth from the vehicle. Rhonda and Dick were behind the pillar now and calling out to Nick and Harriet in distress.

“Run, God damn it! Run!” urged Dick.

“Come on honey, faster!” said Rhonda.

As the large concrete pillar was within reach, this time it was Harriet’s turn to hurl Nick to the ground. She dropped her right shoulder and pushed Nick to the far right as she made a dive to where Rhonda and Dick were standing.

The rollerhawg slammed into the pillar, did a wheel spin as it reversed and sped off in the other direction.

“Is everyone okay?” said Nick, from the ground.

“So far so good, but what now? We have no weapons and we’re trapped here,” said Dick.

“Harry still has her gun,” said Nick.

“It’s next to useless against that thing,” said Rhonda. Harriet was recovering slowly, but the run had really taken it out of her. She slowly stood to her feet and drew her gun, “let’s see if there is anything around here we can use.”

“Yeah, sure. Ah….” Nick jogged around the area and found the gang’s supply of Molotov’s. There was also a supply truck nearby, and the space looked to be a vantage point that they had used to taunt their victims, “this should work,” he said and quickly handed them around, “I don’t suppose anyone has a match?” Harriet was still bent double, however retrieved a zip lighter from her pants pocket.

The gang leader had circled the fire pit in the centre of the arena and was roaring back towards the group, flames pouring forth. It was really quite intimidating. The gang leader tried to get an angle so that he could steamroll them, but was unsuccessful. He roared past the pillar and hit the wall behind them. Before he could reverse the group was on him. Dick’s Molotov hit him squarely in the back, whiles the others landed harmlessly on the Rollerhawg. The gang leader howled with rage as he patted down the jacket to extinguish the flames. Nick wasn’t a big thinker, but he could act quickly. He ran towards the gang leader on his Rollerhawg, jumped on to his vehicle and grabbed him by the back of his head. He proceeded to beat the living shit out of him. He smashed his head against the handlebars several times and punched him repeatedly in the stomach. The gang leader recovered momentarily, threw Nick off by cracking him in the jaw with an elbow, and started to put the hog in reverse.

The gang leader started as he noticed a small still figure to his left. It was Harriet, with a gun, pointed directly at his face. Without a moment’s hesitation, she pulled the trigger, and then it was truly over.

Harriet bent over double again and continued to breathe in short sharp breaths.

“Easily darlin’, I’ve been punched in the stomach plenty o’ times. The trick is to slow your breathing and to try to relax. Sit on the ground and hold your knees, and try to take deep breaths from you belly,” said Dick, rather helpfully. Harriet followed his instructions and waited for her diaphragm to relax.

The group fell quiet as they recovered. They stayed like this for some time. Nick sat on the ground with his head in his hands, and Rhonda approached him gently.

“Are you okay honey?” she asked.

“Yeah, I’m just… I never killed anyone before,” said Nick.

“Neither have I honey, but I don’t feel bad. Not one bit. It was either them or us,” Rhonda knelt on the ground beside Nick, “you’re like my family Nick. I never want to see anything bad happen to you. I’d have killed 50 more of those bastards if they tried to hurt you.”

Nick looked up for the first time since it was all over, and smiled at his friend. He felt reassured. Them or us.

“Thanks Rhonda. You’re right of course, it’s just… messed up. What’s wrong with these people! The outbreak only happened, what? Three days ago? And these assholes are already killing people for fun! And when they went to haul you and Harriet away I—” Nick broke off and put his head back in his hands. It didn’t happen. I can’t think about that.

Harriet rose slowly from the ground; “if we didn’t kill them they would have just done this to someone else. And they might not have been as bad ass as we are.”

Dick grinned, “Hell yeah!” he held his open palm up to Harriet, who after a small pause, gave him a reluctant high five. He then rearranged his face into a more serious expression.

“We need to keep moving. It will be dark in an hour, and these zombies get crazy aggressive at night.”

“Yeah,” said Nick, as he stood up from the ground, “you’re right, let’s get back to the garage.”

“And then what?” asked Rhonda, with a sad look in her eyes.

“I don’t know, but we’ll figure out something. We’re survivors. We are going to make it,” said Nick, ever the optimist.

“Well that’s settled. We can use that steam roller bike to crash through the gates,” said Dick, “can I do it? I’m dying to give that thing a try.”

“uh ah,” said Rhonda waving her finger, to indicate a big no to Dick, “I killed the most of those bastards next to Harry here, so I think I can have the honour.”

“Well, we can stand here bickering, but there are two seats on this beast. We can both have a go. And because I’m feeling chivalrous, I’ll let you drive,” said Dick, as he bowed slightly and indicated to the Rollerhawg with both hands. Rhonda rolled her eyes and walked over to the hog.

“Hey Nick,” said Harriet as she jogged over to him, “thanks for that, back there.”

“Are you kidding me? I thought I had punctured your lung! I was so worried. I’m really sorry,” he took a small risk, considering the events of the day, and put his arm around her shoulder as they walked towards the exit. Rhonda and Dick had the hog moving and were hurtling towards the fence with abandon. Harriet threaded her arm around his waist as they walked on. Maybe she still needs some help walking thought Nick.

“No, it saved me. It had to be done,” said Harriet.

“You were amazing back there. How did you learn to fight like that?” He left a small pause when she didn’t respond, “and drive like that?” he asked.

“I could ask you the same question. I thought you were going to kill that last guy with your bare hands.”

Once again, Nick got the feeling that his questions were evaded.
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