Adult-FanFiction.org : Games

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.

Chapter List
- 4
- 5
- 6
Chapter 5

Nick and Harriet jumped into the car outside, and made their way to Ingleton. The streets were thick with zombies. It was night, and so their numbers seemed to triple. The car could take a few hits, but not packs of zombies. If the tyres got stuck on some dead bodies, they wouldn’t be able to move, and Nick wasn’t sure if they could fight their way out of that situation.

Up ahead, they both saw a blockade with a small wooden ramp running across it. There was no discussion about what to do. Nick took a page out of Alice’s book, and put on his seat belt. Harriet punched it towards the jump, and the clunky sedan soared over the low barricade. Nick, as if in slow motion, took in a group of zombies below them that had crowded towards the barricade, drawn by the commotion.

The car landed hard, and Harriet braced herself with her arms against the wheel. She hit her head, however the impact must not have been too bad, as she continued to fly through the streets. They hit another freeway, and Harriet would drive to one side of the road, attracting the dead, and then fly around the outside of them to hit as few as possible. Regardless, the car was in bad shape. The front bonnet was badly dented and Nick could hear the engine was having some trouble.

“Hang on!” said Harriet, as she took a hard left to exit the freeway towards the motel.

“How do you know this place?” Nick asked.

“I’ve been exploring,” she said as she pulled up abruptly outside a hole in the wall of the motel’s side entrance.

They jumped out of the car, and ran through the opening, which was a small drop to the pavement below. Whoever had set this place up was smart. They had blocked the entrance of the outdoor stairwell, however had taken down the railing from the back of the steps on the first landing. Zombies were not climbers; they didn’t seem to know how.

There were three zombies behind the stairwell that Harriet took care of with her sword. She stabbed the first one in the eye and kicked its carcass away to withdraw her sword. She swung down on the second in an arc and the sword lodged in its head. Nick held the zombie’s body in place as she pulled out her sword and finished off the third.

“This way,” she said, as she deftly hopped up on to the first floor landing. Nick instinctively held out his right hand to be pulled up, however noticing his bite wound, he thought better of it. She helped him up with his left hand, and they made their way to the hotel rooms above.

“This looks like it,” said Nick, indicating to the motel room with the strange circle painted on the outside. They entered the room cautiously.

Harriet quietly entered the room with her knife drawn. She stalked her way to the entrance of the bathroom, the only area not visible to them, and peaked around the corner.

“We’re good. I’ll check if there are any more upstairs, you look for the Zombrex,” and she shot out the front door again.

Nick stood near the doorway, and looked around for the best place to start. There was not much to look at. It was a single room with a weapons locker, a wardrobe, and a seedy looking bed. He walked to the bathroom to see if there was anything more promising looking in there. There’s got to be a first aid kit in the bathroom.

He saw a toilet, sink and shower, however no obvious looking first aid kit. There were a few supplies on the floor, shampoo and a packet of chips. Nothing.

Nick walked back into the main room, and checked the metal weapons locker. Fuck yes! He had found it! A first aid kit with needles and syringes. He rummaged through the kit, with his heart thumping. He took off the plastic insert tray of the kit and found one vial marked “Zombrex”.

Nick picked up the vial in the kit and held it up to the light for a long time.

“There’s nothing else up here. All the other rooms are locked and quiet. Whoever set this place up—” Harriet stopped abruptly, and looked at the vial Nick was holding up to the light.

“It’s empty,” she said, and paused as she looked around the room, “there’s got to be more,” she began looking through the cupboards nearby and pulling out clothes. Her search became more frantic and aggressive as she continued to come up with nothing.

“You’d think there’d be one FUCKING VIAL LEFT!” she cursed as she kicked the cupboard.

Nick stood motionless and gave Harriet a blank look. She stormed over to the weapons locker and pushed past Nick. She proceeded to decimate the first aid kit.

“There’s none left Harriet. There was never a great chance anyw—”

“NO!” she screamed as she slammed the locker with the palm of her hand. She kicked the metal locker again and began to pound her fists against it.

“IT’S NOT… FUCKING… FAIR!” she screamed.

“Harry, Harry!” Nick said, as he grabbed her arms from behind to prevent her from damaging herself further. Harriet was in a rage, and made an attempt to throw him off, crossing her arms, grabbing both his hands, and using her body’s momentum to slam him into the locker.

Her defence felt weak however, and Nick thought her heart wasn’t really in it. She held his arms across her torso, still gripping his hands fiercely and broke down into sobs.

Nick had never felt so helpless. They stood there for some time, whiles Nick held her close and thought how he should react. I don’t feel anything. He felt Harriet squeeze his hands, and her sobs subsided abruptly. She appeared to be collecting herself. Harriet squeezed his hand with the bite wound and waited.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yeah, it’s just… doesn’t that hurt?”

“Huh?” said Nick, confused.

Harriet spun around and looked at his bandaged hand and back up at Nick’s face. She flung off the clip holding his bandage in place, and began to unwrap his hand. What is she doing? He thought. It’s no use.

She slowed her progression as she unwrapped the last few layers. When she pulled off the bandage, Nick could see the bite wound. It wasn’t pretty. He saw dried blood, and a semi circle of teeth marks, which were thankfully not too deep. Harriet was still staring at it, and he looked closer to see what she was seeing. The broken skin had scabbed over in an attempt to knit itself back together. It really just looked like a regular bite, nothing special.

“It’s healing,” said Harriet, as she wiped away some of the dried blood. She brought his hand closer to her eyes to inspect, and gently touched the broken skin, “how does this feel?”

“Fine, I guess…” Nick said, “I mean, it feels better than it did when I was first bitten. It’s not so bad,” he said, trying to sound casual.

“There’s no sign of infection,” she looked up into Nick’s face as she continued, “bites are how the parasites spread. The bite wound is usually ridden with the infection. It’s swollen, full of pus, and the wounds usually open further because the body can’t heal itself. But yours is… fine. It’s healing normally…” she trailed off, “Nick, I don’t know how this is possible, but you’re not infected. You’re not going to turn.”

Nick did not know how to respond. He looked down at his bite wound and could see that it was indeed healing. He didn’t feel sick… “how long has it been?” he asked.

“Well over an hour,” she looked at her watch, “an hour and 10 minutes. Nick, this is impossible. Most people turn within the hour. I’ve seen someone last nearly two, but… they struggled through that last hour, they were in pain, their bite was splitting open and bleeding. You can’t be infected Nick. Bites never close,” she started to smile, “you’re going to be okay.”

“But how is this possible?” Nick asked, can some people just be… I don’t know, immune?”

“No, they can’t. Not one recorded case yet. But we can’t argue with this,” she said, indicating to the bite.

Nick slowly started to comprehend what was happening. I’m going to be okay. He didn’t know how he was not infected, but in that moment, he knew that what she was saying was true. He could feel it.

Nick’s face broke out in a broad grin, and Harriet smiled back.

“Fuck!” Nick exclaimed, as he exhaled fully, the first time since he was bitten. “God damn! I can’t believe my luck?”

“Neither can I! This is unbelievable,” said Harriet.

“I should by a lottery ticket,” said Nick, with his first bit of levity for some time.

Harriet looked at him seriously, “you see, that is where you are out of luck. I think all the stores are closed,” she broke out in a mischievous smile.

“A joke?! Nice!” he said as he chuckled, “God! I need to laugh now.”

“Well you deserve to celebrate,” she said.

“Lucky I have just the thing,” he reached into his pants pocket, and pulled out a little bottle of red wine he had taken from the plane crash site. He held it with both hands to show Harriet, as if he were a waiter displaying a bottle of fine wine.”

“I thought that might come in handy,” said Harriet. Nick unscrewed the cap and offered her the bottle.

Harriet raised the bottle to toast, “cheers!”

“To not dying,” said Nick.

“To not dying,” she said in echo, and drank half the bottle in one go. She offered Nick the other half and he finished it off. It wasn’t a big bottle, only 8oz or so, but on an empty stomach it was enough to get a little buzz.

“oooo,” said Nick as he winced to hold back his liquor, “that’s… good?” he said warily.

“It’s medicine,” she said, with a glow starting to rise in her face, “do you know how I am going to celebrate?” she asked with a broad smile on her face, “by taking a shower.”

Nick swallowed and paused, not wanting to ruin the moment.

“That’s cool,” he said, “good idea, I’ll stand watch.”

“Thank you,” said Harriet. She walked to the wardrobe and collected a towel; “we should be relatively safe up here tonight. The dead can’t get in, and we should be able to spot any humans coming if they try to make a move. There’s a second exit from the balcony onto a truck outside, we can use it if we get stuck.” She walked to the bathroom and shut the door, after a few seconds he could hear the water running.

I’m not dead. Nick thought to himself as he paced the room, thinking of something useful to do. Well at least I’m not going to die today. The wine had gone straight to his head, and he felt foggy and relaxed. He walked to the weapons cupboard and pulled out a shotgun from the locker. He fumbled with the ammunition box spilling shells on the floor as he clumsily loaded the gun.

Nick took a quick sniff of his overalls whiles he was alone. I stink. He thought. I desperately need a shower and some fresh clothes too. He walked to the wardrobe and was surprised to see a good stock of clean clothes, underwear and towels. He selected a towel, some new underwear, a clean white t-shirt and some jeans in his size. That won’t look too bad. He thought, and kicked off his shoes in the corner. He strode to the window to act as lookout for Harriet.

The street below was teeming with zombies. They shambled about aimlessly, some bashing on cars, others swaying as they stood in the same spot. How did it come to this? How are there so many of them so quickly? He had never fully allowed himself to ask these questions, but once he had started, he couldn’t stop. Why aren’t we being evacuated? Why are survivors being killed? Why are Special Ops making off with the president? Why the fuck am I immune to the virus?! And why the fuck do Diego and I have this weird fucking tattoo on our necks?!

Nick’s brain was firing at random, but he was starting to make some connections. He was immune to the virus, and he had an unknown past and a weird tattoo on him. Was he an experiment? These were dark thoughts he had had his whole life, which he had suppressed with great effort. He had always felt like a freak being an orphan, and never wanted to think about anything that might make him… freakier…

Just then, Harriet walked out of the bathroom in her towel.

“That was quick,” said Nick.

“Thanks?” said Harriet, a little confused.

“I’m going to shower too, I’m filthy,” said Nick. Just stop talking! He walked to the bed and picked up his clean clothes and towel. Harriet was standing in front of the wardrobe selecting a new outfit to wear.

“It’s all quiet out there,” he said as he walked to the bathroom, “you know, for a zombie outbreak.” Harriet was holding up a bra she had found, trying to assess if it would accommodate her ample breasts.

“Any sign of the living out there?” she asked.

Nick paused at the bathroom door to continue chatting, “no, no humans. Quite a few abandoned cars though. If we stay here tonight, and things clear a little in the morning, I bet we can get another one going. I don’t think the car we drove here in will last much longer. It was making a strange sound on that last block, which usually indicates a vehicle is going to give up,” he talked away as Harriet finalised her clothing selection. She went to unwrap her towel and paused, looking to Nick.

“Sorry!” he exclaimed, “I’ll give you some privacy,” he turned quickly, entered the bathroom and shut the door behind him. Don’t be a creepy perve Nick. But he had to admit to himself, that he wanted to watch her undress. For half an instant, he thought maybe she wanted him to watch her too. Nope, that’s not what was happening their Nick. Just have a cold shower, and calm the fuck down.

Nick took off his overalls, and kicked them in a pile with Harriet’s dirty clothes. As he pulled off his T-shirt, he realised just how sore his body was. He lifted up his left arm to get a look at his left side. He was developing significant bruising on his side and back from where he had landed on the freeway after checking out the first quarantine zone. His arms were sore too, from hacking away at zombies all day. He stretched his hands out in front and spread his shoulder blades apart to get a good stretch through his back and arm muscles. He slid off his underpants, a dorky pair of blue jocks with a white spanner on the front. As he looked at himself naked, he could see the toll the last few days had taken on him. His arms were covered in blood from his biceps down where his overall sleeves ended. His body was covered in minor bruises and abrasions, not to mention the bite mark on his right hand.

He turned the taps on in the shower to get the temperature right and the water felt amazing as it ran over his hand. He stepped underneath the stream of water and let out an involuntary groan of pleasure as the warm water started to wash away the sweat and grime from the last three days. He felt truly relaxed, with a combination of wine and warm water soothing his aching muscles. He picked up the shampoo and got to work on getting himself cleaned up. As his thoughts flickered over the events of the day, he landed on one thought he did not want to let go of. It was Harriet in her towel, with her wet short hair and large violet eyes starring at him. He imagined what it would have been like if she had let her towel drop to the floor. He moved his hand to clean his penis as he thought of what she would look like underneath her towel. She had beautiful breasts in his minds eye, and he imagined they would be round and perky with brown nipples. He continued to clean himself, perhaps a little unnecessarily, and had a massive hard on. He wanted to keep going, but she was right outside the door, she could probably hear everything. She’s probably naked.

Nick removed his hand from his dick and turned the cold water on full blast. He splashed the water on his face and removed the last suds from his hair. He thought of everything else he had seen that day, the zombies and the deaths… and he quickly lost his erection. He hopped out of the shower, briefly dried himself off and got dressed.

He opened the bathroom door and entered their motel room. Harriet was standing by the window, fully dressed, in black leggings and a fitted denim shirt. She had turned out the lights, drawn the curtains and was looking through a gap to the street below. She heard Nick enter the room and turned her attention to him.

“It feels good right?” she said.

“Yeah,” Nick paused, “very good. Any activity?” He thought it was safer to change the subject.

“No, nothing exciting. We should probably try to get some sleep whiles we can. We’ve got a lot of work to do, and we need to be sharp,” said Harriet.

Nick looked around the room and his eyes rested on the small double bed, “Oh, ah… I can take the floor if you like?” he offered.

“Don’t be silly Nick, I trust you,” she paused, “besides, we should probably sleep in shifts with one of us keeping watch. We can’t be caught unawares.”

“I can take first watch if you like?” offered Nick.

“That’s sweet, but I think you really need to rest up and heal. You’ve been pretty banged up today.”

“What this?” asked Nick, lifting his bitten hand, tongue in cheek, “it’s a scratch. And besides, I’m apparently immune to zombie bites anyway… so…”

“I’d still feel better if you rested first,” said Harriet.

Nick felt wired and was not sure how he was going to sleep. Maybe I should have kept going in the shower. He pulled back the covers of the motel bed, and sat on the edge.

“I’m always wary of motel beds,” said Nick.

“They can be kind of creepy. Just try not to think about how many people have had sex on that bed,” said Harriet with an evil little grin.

“Argh! Now I can’t stop thinking about it! And what’s that?” he said pointing to a suspicious looking stain on the sheets.

“It’s just a fat truckers semen, but don’t worry it,” Harriet was enjoying winding him up.

Nick threw himself back on the bed laughing, enjoying her messed up sense of humour. He threw the sheets over him and began to demurely shimmy off his jeans, and kick them out from under the edge of the sheets. He sat up, took off his t-shirt, and dropped it next to the bed. It was then he noticed that Harriet was looking at him out of the corner of her eye. She quickly diverted her eyes to the street outside and fell silent.

“How should we do this?” Nick asked.

“It’s only 9pm, so we’ve got some time. How about we sleep four hours each?”

“Okay, but you’ve got to promise to wake me.”

“I promise,” said Harriet, still firmly fixing her gaze out the window.

Nick closed his eyes. The bed was surprising comfortable. He was clean and warm for the first time in days, and was incredibly grateful for this. I don’t know how I am going to sleep though. Zombies growling around outside, Harriet standing watch so close by. And I nearly died today, it’s too much to take i—.
- 4
- 5
- 6
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Dead Rising 3: A New Player