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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 4

The group moved the van that was blocking their exit. Using the RollerHawg, the fences busted open no problem.

“That’s a hell of a machine!” said Rhonda, as she hopped off the bike, “let’s do another scavenge and get some more weapons…. and food,” she said, as she rubbed her empty stomach. The abandoned army vans still had significant supplies. Everyone in the group got some rations, and ate them gratefully. Harriet found some more clips for her handgun, and added to her collection an elegant sword, which she strapped to her weapons holder on her back. Nick picked up his sledge saw on the way out, loathe to part with it, and picked up an assault riffle, which had a handy strap so he could sling it across his chest. Rhonda and Dick both picked up assault rifles this time.

“More ammo, you know?” said Dick.

As the group headed back towards their Turret Rig, two to three shots fired in their direction in quick succession. They all ducked for cover behind a parked vehicle. Nick ventured a look at their assailant and saw a man with light hair, crew cut and an oversized belly in army gear, shaking as he held his weapon at them.

“Diego! Diego!” said Nick in a loud yet soothing voice. Their assailant lowered his weapon in recognition, however still looked wary.

Nick stood up slowly with his hands in the air. “Yo soy Nick.” He took a few steps away from the car and smiled at the man with the gun.

“Jesus! Nick! I’m so sorry man!” said Diego, as he ran towards Nick, and gave him a big bear hug. “I nearly shot you, I’m so sorry!”

“Who’s this?” said Harriet, the second to venture out from the safety of the car.

“This is Diego,” said Nick, “we were in a bunch of the same foster homes together growing up.”

“Hi Diego. I’m Harriet, but you can call me Harry if you like. This is Dick and Rhonda.” They both slowly rose from cover with their hands in clear sight. Everyone was still a little nervous around this new guy.

“I’m so glad I found you Nick! I heard shots, and shouting from here and I thought I’d come and check things out. I need your help,” said Diego, “you can fix things right? I got a plane. It’s in the shipping warehouse by the docks, but it’s not working. It needs parts or something. And Fuel.”

“How did you get a plane?” asked Harriet.

Diego sighed and looked to the ground, “we were supposed to get it ready for the president. But then Special Ops stormed our safe area. It was chaos. People were being killed, the dead got in and they took her! I just ran you know. Jesus! She was counting on us and I just ran!”

“I hate to interrupt…” said Dick, “But did y’all notice that you guys have almost the exact same tattoo on your neck?”

“Yeah,” said Nick, instinctively rubbing his number 12 tattoo behind his right ear. “We’ve had them ever since we can remember. Do you think we can get the plane running, Diego?”

“I’ve still got the key to the plane,” said Diego, “here, see?” He fumbled in his pants pocket with shaking hands, and withdrew a small set of keys, promptly dropping them on the pavement. He smacked his hand to his forehead in reprimand and looked as though he was going to cry.

Nick bent down to pick them up for him, and a zombie who was previously lying motionless on the ground underneath a nearby car, grabbed his arm.

“NICK!” screamed Harriet, as she reached for her sword, but she was too late. The zombie bit down on his hand as Nick screamed. Before it had a chance to take an actually chunk, Harriet leapt forward and sliced through it’s head.

“Fuck! Fuck!” said Nick, as he looked at his right hand. He had a serious bite wound, which would normally heal just fine, except that a zombie had given it to him.

“It’s been nice knowing you pal,” said Dick, as he backed away from Nick. Harriet grabbed his hand to inspect the wound, not believing what she saw.

“Nick,” said Rhonda, in a slow calm voice. “You’ve only got a few hours before you’re going to turn. You need Zombrex. NOW.”

“Where am I going to find it?” said Nick, trying not to panic.

“Annie will have some. If not her, some of her illegal friends will have it. We can’t get you chipped to dose you Zombrex, but the illegals should have a stash. Hell! They chose not to get chipped; so I’m guessing they must have a truckload somewhere to get by or else they would have turned too,” what Rhonda said sounded sensible. Maybe I’m not dead yet.

“How long did you say I had?” Nick asked.

“A few hours is generous,” said Harriet, as she looked at the ground. I’ve never seen anyone last 2 hours. She looked at Nick; “we need to get you some Zombrex as soon as possible. At least within the hour to be relatively safe.”

“The illegals have safe zones. They mark them with a symbol like this.” She drew on a dusty car window, the shape of a circle with two breaks in it and two short lines coming off either side at a diagonal. “The symbols are drawn in red. Find one and you’ll find Annie. We’ll go to the plane with Diego and work on getting it fixed up. You meet us there.” She walked towards Nick, “you’re strong honey. I know you can do this. I’m not giving up on you.”

“Okay. I can do this,” said Nick, “go and fix the plane, and I’ll see you soon.”

They jogged towards the barricade, and the Turret Rig without Nick. I don’t think I’m going to see them again. What if I turn? It was the closest Nick had ever been to despair. His shoulders slumped as he gathered himself for the road ahead.

Tentative hands reached for his hand and shoulder. “I’ll stay,” said Harriet, “I’m not going to leave you.” Thank god she’s still here.

“You don’t have to stay. It’s too dangerous, and I might not make it,” said Nick looking away from Harry. She let go of his hand and turned his face towards hers.

“You are. I’ll make sure you do,” Nick closed his eyes and enjoyed her warm hand on his cheek. He didn’t want her to move but they were on a clock.

“First we need to disinfect the wound, bandage it up and then we’ll use the roller bike thing to break through the barricade,” said Harriet, getting down to business.

“And then, it’s just a simple matter of riding around town until we find a weird symbol, which will hopefully lead me to some Zombrex,” said Nick, using sarcasm, which was a rarity for him.

“I think I know a place. It’s not over yet,” she let go of him and took off her backpack. She took out a bottle of hydrogen peroxide and some gauze.

“This is going to sting like a mother fucker,” she said as she unscrewed the cap. She took his wounded hand in her left and poured a good measure of the liquid on to the bite wound. Nick gritted his teeth but willed himself not to let out a sound. Despite his dire circumstances, he still wanted to look brave in front of Harriet.

“And now for a bandage,” she gently wrapped his hand with the bandages. Nick’s hand hurt. Really hurt. But he still felt her soft hands as they skilfully bound the wound. She finished off her bandaging with a little clip to keep it all in place.

If it were any other situation, Nick would have tried to kiss her. He desperately wanted to. He wanted to pull her to him and feel her. Hell! I might die within the hour. And she’s just so… nice.

But now was definitely not the time. A few strays had started to wonder over, drawn by the commotion. Harriet hesitated for half a second.

“We’ve got to go. Again. Why do we always need to keep saying that? Can’t we catch a fucking break?” she said with frustration.

“Come on Harry, let’s get this over with,” said Nick as he held her hand once again and walked quickly towards the RollerHawg.

“I’ll drive, you’re wounded,” said Harriet, quick and too the point.

She swiftly hopped up, straddled the RollerHawg, and started the engine. Nick followed suit, sitting behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist, feeling a little like an accessory. To his embarrassment, the close proximity and the throbbing of the bike started to get him excited. Not now. Wrong time! He thought. God I hope she can’t feel this. The machine shuddered as she hit the throttle and the RollerHawg ploughed through the barrier.

The RollerHawg was extremely manoeuvrable, and wove its way towards their destination in Sunset Hills. They took a right at the junction before the freeway, and after a short drive they started to hear the screams. A couple were clinging on to each other on top of an overturned truck, surrounded by the dead. She was crying hysterically and the other survivor was holding on to her tightly. He had a baseball bat, and shovel by his side which they had apparently abandoned in their hopelessness.

“We’ve got to do something,” said Nick, speaking loudly in her ear as they roared along.

“Shit! Why now!?” said Harriet, as she steered towards the group of zombies clawing at the overturned vehicle. She headed to the right of the herd and took a sharp left to mow through the zombies. Only five or so remained, shambling towards the commotion. Nick and Harriet hopped off the hog and got to work. Nick swung the sledge end of his weapon at the head of the first approaching zombie. It was knocked to the ground, dead from the head wound. The second was coming up quick and Nick switched to the saw end coming down on the head and slicing through its skull. It lay motionless on the ground and Nick needed to put his foot on its torso to get enough leverage to pull his weapon out.

Harriet was walking towards him with her sword withdrawn, having already taken care of the other three. Jesus, she must be even better with a sword. He thought.

“Hey! Hey! Thanks! Oh my god, you saved our lives! Seriously, thank you so much!” said the guy on top of the van. The woman had picked up the shovel, recovering quickly from her despair, taking advantage of her vantage point and looking around the street for her next move.

“No problem,” said Harriet, “Nick, we’ve got to go. It’s been 15 minutes already. I estimate you’ve got another 45 before you turn, and we’ve still got another 5-10 minute drive down the road until we get to the safe house at Sunset Hills.”

“Safe House! Can you take us? We are so screwed. We have no food, no place safe to rest. We’re done for, unless we can get somewhere tonight,” said the man. The sun was setting and the mood of the town was changing. The eyes of the last few zombies they had killed had started to glow a disturbing red and they seemed… quicker… hungrier some how.

“I’m sorry, we don’t have time,” said Harriet, “hold up in one of these buildings until morning, then you can scavenge for food.”

“It’s not just the dead. It’s the army,” said the woman, speaking for the first time. “I was so relieved when they came through our neighbourhood, I thought we were saved. But then they started shooting survivors. At first I thought it was just the dead or bitten, but it wasn’t. Just people,” she paused, “we hid in the crawl space of our roof until they left.”

“What?” said Nick, “that can’t be right. Why would they do that?”

“It’s doesn’t sound completely crazy,” said Harriet, to Nick privately, “something bad is going down here. One of those Z’s I downed before had a zombrex chip in it. They’re not working anymore. Only the government has enough power to organise something like that.”

Nick’s mind was racing. Albeit slowly. He couldn’t comprehend how or why this could happen. “If this is true we have to help them out of here. They’re sitting ducks,” he said to Harriet in a quiet voice.

“We can’t fit them on the hog, and you might turn before we reach the safe house on foot. I said I wanted to save people, but if we do this, I’ll probably loose you.” Harriet sounded determined and practical, not sweet.

“We have to take a chance. I can’t live with myself if we leave them,” I can’t believe I actually mean this.

“Well luckily for you, you probably won’t have to,” said Harriet dryly. She drew herself closer to Nick, which was confusing given the context. She put her right hand to his forehead with the back of her hand, and felt his neck underneath his jaw with her left. Nick stood motionless and gradually realised she was assessing for signs of infection.

“You don’t have a fever, and your glands aren’t swollen. Most people are curled up in a ball in pain by this stage,” she gave him that look again, the same one as when they first met after the plane crash, as if trying to sum him up. But there was something else. Confusion?

“Then we help?” said Nick quietly.

“Okay. But that’s it. Seriously. Anyone else, we come back for.” Harriet walked over to the truck. “Down you come. We’ll go on foot.”

The woman promptly sat on the edge of the truck and jumped down. It was only now Nick noticed that she was very well dressed underneath the tears and the blood splatter. She was wearing a neat black pencil skirt with silk blouse, pearl earrings and a large diamond engagement ring. The man followed her, clutching his bat; he was wearing previously cream chinos and a collared shirt with tan loafers. You would have said they were an attractive couple, if it wasn’t for the circumstances.

“I’m Greg,” he said, “and this is Alice.”

“Hello,” she said, rather politely.

“I’m Nick, and this is Harry.”

“It’s about 30 minutes on foot,” said Harriet, in the voice of a skilled organiser, “we keep quiet, and keep off the streets where possible. We’ll head up the stairs over there and walk along the upper walkway until it ends. We don’t have much time. Nick’s been bitten and he needs some Zombrex.”

“Oh my God!” said Alice as she looked at his hand. “I’m so sorry.”

“I’m feeling okay for now. But we have to hurry,” said Nick, and as if realising his own urgency, he jogged towards the staircase leading to the outdoor walkway above.

There were only a few stragglers above and Harriet took care of most of them. Nick was most surprised by Alice’s angry revenge on the zombies she encountered. As one came towards her partner Greg, she swung her shovel down on it with all her might, killing it instantly. Damn. Thought Nick. The above ground walkway eventually ended and they made their way through the various offices and shopfronts to the ground.

“Damn it,” said Harriet, as she looked at her watch. “That took another 15 minutes,” she eyed Nick again, “how are you feeling?”

“Good. I guess,” said Nick, “you know… considering,” Nick turned his attention to the journey in front, “there’s a car up ahead we could use. If there are no keys, I could try to hot-wire it?” Nick said helpfully, although he didn’t have a kit and it would take some time. There were zombies on the street below and they would break in before he had a chance to get it started.

“We’ll have to hope some good Samaritan left they keys in the ignition,” said Harriet. It was a big risk.

“Yep, we’re all good,” said Greg, Nick looked back at him in astonishment. Greg had retrieved a pair of small binoculars from his chino pants and was squinting into them, directing his gaze at the car below, “I can see something sparkly dangling from the ignition and the doors ajar.”

All three of them turned to Greg completely wordless. “What?” said Greg, “be prepared!... I used to use them to watch the birds from our backyard…” he said, as his voice trailed off and he fell silent.

“This is good. Let’s make our way to the car. I’ll drive, Nick, you’re good with passenger side? And Greg and Alice in the back. Make sure to fight off the clingers,” said Harriet with her usual brevity.

“What are clingers?” said Alice, however she would have to find out soon enough. The group ran at the car, each using their weapons to hack through any zombies that blocked their path. It was just about full dark, so they were getting nastier, however Nick marvelled at the group and how they all worked together. No one needed saving, or slowed them down. Harriet slid across the hood to the driver’s side, looking fucking cool, Greg was very fast and side stepped zombies whiles hitting them in the knees to take them down. Alice was aggressive, but not always successful in her offensive, she was the last in the car, but easily hopped into the passenger side back seat, as the engine roared to life and took off. She leaned forward and sensibly pressed the lock on Nick’s passenger side door, activating the central locking, and did up her belt.

“Smart,” said Nick, to Alice as she proudly smiled at her husband, who was looking at her with new admiration. Harriet was a mad driver. She knew just how to avoid the packs, and make sharp turns without slowing down. There was an extremely tense moment when Harriet had to drive through a large group of zombies. They smashed the windshield as they rolled over the top, and several went under the wheels. It was probably only a few seconds, but Nick’s heart stopped as the wheels spun over the bodies below them. A group of zombies lunged at the car from all angles, hammering dangerously on the windows as they began to crack the glass. Harriet began to reverse, and the wheels spun again.

“Fuuuuuuck it!” she screamed, “come on!” and as if in response to her berating, the wheels gained traction and reversed off the bodies. She turned to the right, as she put the car back into first and they made off with only a few clingers on the car. One broke in on Alice’s side, but it was a mistake on its part, as she furiously threw it out with her bare hands.

“Oh…” said Alice, out of breath, “clingers.”

Harriet pulled up outside what looked to be a kind of warehouse, with the strange red symbol on it. They all jumped out, and made their way up a small set of outdoor stairs towards the entrance. Greg closed the door behind them and had a furtive look at the room they now found themselves in.

“What do you want?” said a good looking woman, who looked to be in her early 30’s, standing behind a mesh window on the other side of the room they were standing in. She was pointing a handgun at the group, but Nick didn’t think she looked… mean. If she were, she would have shot them already.

“I’ve been bitten and I need Zombrex, and quick. It’s been…” he turned to Harriet for support.

“Forty minutes,” said Harriet looking at her watch.

“Forty minutes since I was bitten, so I don’t have long,” Nick left it at that, and hoped she would help.

“You don’t look too bad to me,” said the new stranger eyeing him with a sly smile. “How do I know I can trust you?” said the girl behind the window. Thankfully, Nick knew that people who asked, “How do I know I can trust you?” were usually about to trust you. Besides, everyone here in the illegal safe house knew what it was like to be bitten, and probably had some stranger save their life at some point.

“I’m a friend of a girl who I think might be here with you. Her name is Annie. She has blonde hair, black tips, and big blue eyes. Last time I saw her she was wearing a hoodie, and ah…” he paused indicating to his forearms, “purple and black striped gloves to here,” he said pointing at his elbows.

The woman looked at the group, weighing up her decision. “Wait here,” she said, and walked off.

“Do you think she’ll help us?” said Greg.

“I hope so,” said Harriet, she looked at Nick again for a long time, and for the first time, he felt self-conscious. He hadn’t showered in 4 days and his short dark hair was messy, and probably greasy. He had never really been able to get a good read on if he was good looking or not. He was tall with a medium build and muscles. He never went to the gym or did push ups, but his work was active enough and that seemed to have kept him from developing any fat. He got attention from girls (he thought?) but routinely failed to accurately read signals and take things any further. After one of the female clients at Wrench O Rama talked about a new restaurant in town she liked, laughed at his jokes and touched his bicep unnecessarily; Rhonda told him that he lacked confidence. She might be right. He told the customer that he heard the restaurant had rats from a health inspector that came to the shop, and she should stay well clear of it.

Harriet felt his face for a temperature once again, “you look… fine,” said Harriet slowly.

“How, umm… long… do people usually have in these types of situations,” said Alice, with great tact.

“Usually people start getting a fever in the first 15 minutes, although that can take longer. It’s painful, and they’re weak. Within half an hour they can’t move, can’t speak, but are still themselves. Then they kind of go quiet for a while, and you think, maybe they’ll fight through it,” Harriet sounded sad, and was starring in the middle distance as if recalling a memory, “but that’s when the person is really dying. The infection is taking over their brain—” She broke off her train of thought abruptly, “and then they just try to bite you.”

“How do you know all this?” asked Greg.

“YouTube,” said Harriet, rather quickly.

“You got all that from YouTube?” said Greg.

Annie appeared at the mesh window with the other woman standing close behind, “well hell. How did you two make it out of the diner?”

“We’ll tell you all about it if you like, but could you let us in? It’s kind of getting hairy out there,” said Nick, as he looked at the door behind them, “and I really need some Zombrex,” he held up his right hand with the bloody bandage.

“Shit,” said Annie, “yeah sure, come in,” she unlocked the door and Nick, Harriet, Greg and Alice were granted entrance to the safe zone. They walked through a courtyard fenced with high corrugated iron walls. It looks secure. They took the stairs up to the main outdoor area of the facility as they talked.

“How long has it been?” asked Annie.

“Nearly 50 minutes now,” said Harriet, checking her watch once more. Annie quickly looked from Harriet to Nick, trying to size up the situation.

“I’m sorry Nick, but the news isn’t good,” and Annie genuinely looked sorry. “We’re all dosed up here, and are out of Zombrex. Doug’s on a supply run now to bring some back, but we don’t know how long he’s going to be. We keep some at our other safe houses, but they’re overrun so we are mainly operating out of here.”

Nick was fighting back the deflated feeling he had inside. He really thought this would be it. He’d get some Zombrex, and then could maybe have a good night’s sleep. He looked around the courtyard and saw men and women busy at their work. A smaller woman wearing a light blue hoodie and white surgical mask over her mouth and nose; a well built man in jeans, black t-shirt and black soft cap. They all looked like they had a purpose.

Annie pulled out a walkie-talkie she had clipped to her hip, “Doug. Hey Doug! Do you copy?”

As Annie tried to get a hold of Doug, Harriet stood beside Nick and put her right hand on the small of his back. He was wearing a maroon t-shirt covered by his navy mechanics overalls, but could still feel her hand through the thick fabric. He bowed his head and put his left arm around Harry, gritting his teeth to fight back the sting of tears. I’m royally fucked. Thought Nick. I don’t want to die. I want to be right here. He looked down to his left towards Harriet’s beautiful face and saw tears starting in her deep purple eyes. God. If she’s given up, I’m really done for. He turned to her, and gently held the back of her head with his right hand. She buried her face in his chest and he held her close whiles they waited.

Annie returned, and ignored their intimacy, “take this,” said Annie, handing Nick a spare walkie-talkie. She made her voice gentler. “Doug’s not going to be back for another couple of hours, so I’ll call you on it if he thinks he can get back any sooner. In the meantime, your best shot is to go to the Ingleton motel. There’s a safe zone there and there might be some Zombrex left. It’s about a 15 minute drive,” she paused, “good luck Nick.”

Harriet kicked in to gear again, all mission, no fuss. It seemed she had a focus now. She grabbed his right forearm above his injured hand and pulled him towards the exit.

“By the way, they’re staying here,” she said, a little aggressively, indicating to Alice and Greg.

Without another word they ran outside towards the car, for a desperate race to Ingleton.
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