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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 7

Nick and Harriet were jolted from their sleep, as someone briskly walked through the door of their motel room. Nick’s instincts were all wrong, as his first thought was to grab the sheets and cover himself. Harriet was more on point; she let the sheets fall to her waist, not caring about her nakedness, and grabbed the gun on the bedside table pointing it at the intruder.

“Whoa, dudes!” said a female voice, “I come in peace,” a young woman in a light blue hoodie and white surgical mask had her hands up in the air.

“Wait Harry, I recognise her from the safe house, she’s one of the illegals.”

“Don’t call me that!” said the stranger, “I’m an infected person who chooses not to be chipped and tagged like cattle. You can call me Anna.”

Harriet began to relax, and pulled the sheet up around her underarms to cover herself, “I’m Harriet, and this is Nick,” she said, as she indicated to Nick on the bed next to her.

“I know, Annie told us about you. I’m guessing you found some Zombrex?” said Anna.

“Yeah, one vial left,” said Nick quickly; he wasn’t ready to be outed as a freak just yet. Harriet took his lead and kept quiet.

“You’re lucky, Doug didn’t get back from his supply run until an hour ago. We figured you had either found some Zombrex or were toast,” Anna said bluntly, “we tried to radio you but… I guess you were busy.”

Nick began to blush, feeling like a teenager being walked in on. Harriet on the other hand didn’t seem to take any notice. She began to rummage around under the sheets, trying to find her lost leggings and underwear.

“I’ll give you two some privacy, I just need to grab something,” Anna walked over to the weapons locker, and grabbed a can of spray paint, “I’ll be back soon, I just need to finish the sign on the side of the motel. Then we can talk about our next move,” she strode out the door, and closed it shut, leaving Harriet and Nick alone again.

“I’m sorry, I must have fallen asleep,” said Nick, as he followed suit, and tried to find his underwear underneath the sheets at the bottom of the bed, “it was careless of me.”

“Don’t worry about it, I fell asleep too, and there was no harm done,” Harriet pulled on her black leggings, and hopped out of bed. She began searching the floor for her bra and denim shirt.

A casual awkwardness descended on them as they got dressed. Nick wanted to talk about what happened between them but didn’t know how to start. To say ‘the sex was awesome’ would be too juvenile, however he also thought he would sound pretty intense if he opened with ‘what does this mean?’

Nick couldn’t read Harriet. She seemed preoccupied as she buttoned up her fitted shirt. Nick approached her, fully clothed now, and put his arms around her waist. She responded and stood closer with her arms on his chest and they kissed deeply. She gently pushed his chest away from her, breaking off their kiss.

“I have no idea what to do now,” she confessed.

“Neither do I,” he said, whiles looking down into her eyes, however he couldn’t help smiling at her. She smiled back and kissed him again.

The door opened behind them, “done!” said Anna, she paused briefly taking in the scene, “…should I… find something else to do outside…”

“No, that’s fine,” said Harriet, as she stepped back from Nick, “we need to… be sensible, and think of a plan.”

Nick put his hands in his pockets, and faced Anna, “How are our people? We came in last night with Alice and Greg?”

“You wouldn’t think it to look at them, but they’re actually making themselves useful,” said Anna, “ they have been loading weapons, counting rations and the information they’ve given us about the special ops forces has been really helpful,” Anna put down her spray can, and took off her mask. She couldn’t have been more than 25 and of Asian descent, her straight black hair poking out from beneath her hood.

“Do we know what they are up to yet? And why they’re killing survivors?” asked Harriet.

“We think a faction of the military deactivated the chips intentionally. We have found a few particularly weird looking zombies who still have their Zombrex chips in place. It explains how the outbreak spread so quickly. Instead of one infected illegal turning, it was hundreds of infected with chips all turning at the same time.”

“Why would someone want to deactivate the chips? And how could they do it?” asked Harriet.

“Two very good questions we are still looking into,” said Anna, with her index finger in the air.

“It’s a big accusation to make. We know the chips aren’t working, but how do we know it was done on purpose, or who did it?” Nick wasn’t sure how he managed to sound naïve and sceptical all at the same time.

“All we do know for sure, is that these Special Ops forces are killing survivors, not saving them. We are working on getting some proof of this, which we think should be enough to get people on the outside asking some questions. Hemlock’s pit bull, a sergeant called Hilde, is directing forces from police headquarters in Central and is organising taking out any remaining survivors in the area.”

“I knew that bitch was crazy!” said Harriet, to no one in particular.

Anna continued, “The headquarters also has footage from those cameras we have all around Los Perdidos. Fucking police state! There’s got to be some footage of the killings, if we can get that, we may start to get people to see what’s really happening here. I volunteered to sneak in and get the evidence.”

“By yourself?” asked Nick.

“One person can sneak in and out quick. And besides I’m the one in the group who is… the most familiar with the inside of the police station,” said Anna, somewhat abashed.

“I want to come with you,” Harriet said, “and I’m going to take out Hilde.”

“Whoa! Stone cold,” said Anna.

“It’s too dangerous, Harriet!” said Nick.

Harriet looked at Nick coldly, “it’s not your decision to make.”

Nick was hurt. He had never been one to tell other people what to do, but he had never had someone he cared about threatening to engage in mortal combat with a police sergeant. He didn’t know what to say, so remained quiet.

“There is a drug store on the way I want to check out, it’s called the Happy Good Mart in South Ingleton,” said Harriet, “they might have some more Zombrex there,” She must know there is no Zombrex, or we would have gone there last night. She sure is keen to get the morning after pill. Thought Nick sulkily.

“Doug has pretty much cleaned out all the drug stores, not much chance there will be any left,” said Anna.

Harriet smiled mischievously, as she picked up a key she had tucked in her shoe, “but he didn’t have this. It’s the key to the Happy Good Mart.”

“How did you get it?” asked Anna.

Nick saw Harriet’s face fall, “I found it in the Zen Garden nearby,” she said, Nick new it was a lie, but understood. She didn’t want to talk about killing the owner of the store.

“Well, I’m obviously joining you,” said Nick, “we can stock up on supplies here before we head out,” Nick headed over to the weapons locker to see what he could find.

“Maybe you should go to the shipping docks and help Rhonda with the plane?” said Harriet with some concern in her voice. Nick felt brushed off, but remained stubborn.

“I’m not going to let you risk your life alone,” he grabbed his sledge saw, some grenades and a shotgun.

“awww, that’s sweet!” said Anna, “but we should probably get going. Time is wasting and we have 6 days until they drop the bomb.”

“If they are killing survivors already, why don’t they just drop it now?” asked Nick bluntly.

“I’ve been wondering the same thing, are they looking for something?” asked Harriet.

“We’ll see if we can find any answers at the police station,” Anna said, as she selected a handgun.

“Let’s book it,” Anna said casually as they all left the motel room.

They stood on the balcony of the motel, and looked down at the street below. The zombies seemed thinner on the ground and less active than they did the night before.

“You said that the zombies with chips were weird looking, what did you mean?” asked Harriet, as they made for the second exit from the balcony.

“This outbreak is different,” said Anna, “there are some which are kind of… mutants… like, they look less like people than regular zombies. We don’t know why yet.”

An abandoned truck was parked underneath the balcony, an easy jump from the balustrades. One by one, they hopped over and landed on the roof of the truck below. From there it was an easy jump to the hood and down to the road below. Harriet, Anna and Nick, made their way quickly through the throng. Anna preferred her assault rifle to a hand-to-hand weapon, and would delicately pop off any zombies blocking her path as they made their way through the street running toward the west side of town.

The journey was not without it’s troubles. Nick was slicing his way through a group using his sledge saw, when a crawler grabbed his calf. He used the sledge end of his weapon to crack it’s head open, however upon looking up he was faced with a fire-fighter zombie dressed in fluorescent yellow gear, complete with red fireman helmet and fire axe. Thankfully it was slow. It swung it’s axe lazily backwards and brought it down in a wide arc above it’s head towards Nick. Without thinking, he dove and rolled to his right, narrowly missing being axed. He decided to continue jogging rather than kill this one.

On the street ahead, they could see a heavy set man, of medium height in a red and white collared shirt, carrying a small limp blonde girl over his shoulders. He didn’t appear to be able to move as quickly carrying his load, and was having trouble fending off the zombies that were surrounding him.

“They need our help!” said Nick, as he sped up towards them. Anna and Harriet followed suit.

It was only as they approached closer, that they could see something looked odd about the scene. The man was surrounded by now, and dropped the girl heavily to the ground to punch and kick away the zombies around him. He made no effort to protect the girl on the ground. Oh my God thought Nick she’s a corpse.

The group seemed to reach the same conclusion as Nick at roughly the same time, and approached more hesitantly.

“Will ya help me out hear?” said the man as he threw a weighted right hook at a zombie blocking his path. Nick was the first to decide to give him the benefit of the doubt, and began sawing and thudding his way through the group that surrounded him. Anna hung back slightly and fired at any that looked in danger of causing damage. Harriet, reverted to her knife and stabbed all the zombies that were coming up from the rear in the head.

“Oh, jeez! Thanks, guys,” said the man gratefully in a thick Italian American accent. He bent down, and lifted a zombie of the female corpse.

“Annie!” yelled Nick, as he saw the corpse’s face for the first time. He bent down on the ground and held the back of her head to get a better look at her. Anna was beside him now; she didn’t seem as concerned as Nick, and she casually moved in for a better look.

“It’s okay Nick, it’s not her,” said Anna, “she’s a dead ringer though… pun totally intended.”

Nick had harboured a little crush on Annie during the three days they were holding up at the diner together. She was small, about 5”4, and had blonder hair complete with black tips and light blue eyes. She was an illegal, having been bitten 10 years ago when she was eight, and so wore purple and black striped gloves up to her elbows to cover the scar. She wasn’t much of a conversationalist however, so Nick chose to admire her from afar.

“Hey, I’m glad it’s not your friend. Really, I am,” said the man, scratching his forearm, “but do you think you could help me get her to my boss?”

“Why should we do that?” asked Anna.

“Fine. Whatever,” said the man bending down to pick her up, “I’ll just get eaten alive out here. Don’t worry about it,” the sarcasm was laid on pretty thick.

“No, of course we’ll help,” said Nick, “you carry her and we can fend of the dead. How far are you going?”

“Just to The Diamond Panty.”

“Cool, so not far,” said Nick, however he didn’t want appear to be a regular at the local strip club, which he wasn’t, so he added, “I mean, I know where it is, but I don’t go there,” now he just sounded guilty. He looked around at Harriet for reassurance, however she just smirked and raised an eyebrow at him. She clearly didn’t care if he had been to a strip club or not.

They entered the club through a side entrance, which was guarded by two muscular looking men in tight t-shirts.

“Sup?” said one, with a smile to both Harriet and Anna. Nick didn’t like him.

“Si’down, grab a drink,” said the man, indicating to the stools at the bar, “I’m Gary, by the way,” he handed the body over to one of the guards and proceeded to take a seat. The bodyguard went through to another room with the body.

“Thanks Gary, I’m Nick and this is Anna and Harriet.”

“Yo,” said Anna, Harriet didn’t speak but gave a polite wave. They each grabbed a beer, and Gary chose to have a swig from his hip flask.

Harriet leant over the bar, with a friendly smile, “so what does you boss want with a body anyway?” she sounded sweet, there was something about her voice or the way she carried herself that made you want to listen to her. Nick was confused for a second, but then understood that she was playing a role. He knew she could sound sweet, but it was certainly not her usual first impression.

“Ugh! Hell, if I know,” said Gary, Harriet was looking into Gary’s face and held her interested smile. He continued, “all I know is we have a picture from a security camera of the girl we’re trying to find. We got a lead at the morgue, and I’m following it through.”

“I was a bit worried when I saw a guy holding a dead body over his shoulder,” said Harriet with a sheepish smile.

“Nah, nah, nah, we’re not like that. Some of the things we do may be a bit… outside the boundaries of the law, but—”

The “sup” bouncer cleared his throat audibly.

“What?” said Gary over his shoulder, “we’re in the middle of a zombie outbreak here, and besides, I’m pretty sure they are with the illegals, and are no stranger to operating outside of the law.”

“Don’t call us that!” said Anna.

“So you are an illegal?” said Gary.

The door to the private room opened and the second bodyguard spoke “boss wants you.”

Gary let out a sigh and slid off his chair, “I’ll be back,” he headed into the private room and quiet fell over the three of them. Nick was very conscious that the “sup” bouncer may have been facing away from them, but was listening in on their conversation, so he wasn’t sure what it was safe to say. He looked at Harriet who was sipping on her beer and turned his palms up in a curious gesture. All three of them exchanged glances, trying to silently interpret each other.

Suddenly, some raised voices could be heard from the next room. The door swung open violently and Gary came stumbling out, “how was I supposed to—” and the door closed behind him.

A brief pause followed and Harriet was the first to speak, “I guess it didn’t go so well,” she said, sounding concerned.

“No,” said Gary firmly whiles looking at the ground. His eyes suddenly focused and he looked directly at Nick, “Annie, you said the girl you know is Annie, that could be the girl we’re looking for.”

Nick put his hands up in a gesture of neutrality, “hey man, I don’t want to get involved. We want to get the hell out of here, and that’s it.”

“And how do you suppose you’re going to do that?” said Gary.

There was something about having his intellect questioned, that had Nick’s back up, “actually, we’ve got a plane and we are going to get out of here,” Harriet leant in to hear the conversation more closely and pinched Nick’s back roughly. Stupid, Nick! Don’t tell strangers about our plane. But the damage had been done so he finished his sentence there.

“Oh yeah? A plane in Los Perdidos. I bet it’s in tip top shape and ready to go,” said Gary with his characteristic sarcasm.

“Well,” said Harriet, “it’s not quite ready, do you know where we can get some fuel?”

“Look,” said Gary, “my boss is very well connected, you know what I’m saying? He could get you some fuel for your plane. You help me find this Annie girl, and we help you.”

“Hey, man—” Anna started to say, Harriet quickly cut across her.

“Look!” Harriet said, sounding desperate, “we haven’t seen Annie since she spilt from the diner yesterday. We wouldn’t know where to start.”

“I’m sure you’ll think of something,” said Gary, “just start asking around, there aren’t too many places to hide in this city right now.”

Nick finished his beer in one gulp, “we better get going. We’ve got an errand to run.”

“Fine, but if you want that fuel, bring the girl here, and then we’ll talk.”

“Thanks for the beer,” said Harriet, Anna remained silent.

They walked out of The Diamond Panty, and started their journey towards the Happy Good Mart. After about a block, Anna pushed Harriet hard in the shoulder.

“What the fuck man?” said Anna, “We aren’t snitches!”

“Of course we’re not,” said Harriet rather reasonably, “we just need them to think we might be so they won’t follow us to her. And besides, by playing nice, we found out more about how they found Annie, that they know what she looks like, just not her name, and we found out that they have contacts to get us some fuel.”

Nick marvelled at how coolly Harriet played the situation. Anna and Nick were fumbling between getting angry and hurt, where as Harriet was playing him the whole time.

They approached the Happy Good Mart through the Zen Garden, and happily there were very few zombies inside. Harriet stopped for a moment and looked at a decapitated body on the ground. As if rousing herself from her own mind, she exhaled deeply, and ran towards the store.

“Was that… him?” Nick asked, as Anna was out of earshot.

“Yeah… that’s him,” said Harriet grimly, “fucked up freak,” she said angrily as she unlocked the door to the drug store.

Inside was a various assortment of herbs and creams that Nick didn’t think anyone had any idea what were for. Without speaking, they all started to search for something useful. Nick could admit to himself that he was completely clueless. Harriet and Anna were behind the counter sorting through items completely unknown to him, whiles he wondered around the isles looking for something useful. I think this is all… stomach stuff he thought as he wondered through an unhelpful looking section. As he moved through the rows of vitamins, creams and tonics, he found himself face to face with a wall of condoms. He paused and took a furtive look at Harriet and Anna. They were pulling down boxes, and conferring over labels. Should I get some just in case? It might have just been a one-time thing. He agonised over what to do, for 3 seconds, and then shoved the nearest packet of condoms and a little bottle of lube into his jeans pocket.

“There’s no more Zombrex, sorry Nick,” said Anna.

“Anything else?” Nick asked, straining to sound casual.

“Just some antibiotics and pain meds,” said Harriet, looking Nick directly in the eyes.

“Okay, that’s good,” he said, sounding overly cheerful.

“Let’s see if we can find a car to make our way to Central,” said Anna, as she took off through the front entrance.

Harriet stood behind the counter, looking at the ground as if inspecting the boxes on the floor. Nick could see concern and frustration on her face.

“Harry, it’s okay,” he approached the counter like a customer, “if it’s not here, it’s not here. We can’t worry about it right now.”

“But now is exactly when I need to worry about it,” Harriet sighed, “I’m just annoyed at myself. I was so stupidly optimistic last night, but the reality is, I have no idea what the morning after pill looks like.” She looked lost in amongst the boxes of drugs on the floor.

Nicked moved around the counter and held her hand, “we have to just, forget it for now,” he was so concerned about what lay ahead of them, he couldn’t muster the energy to be worried about an unwanted pregnancy.

Harriet appeared more frustrated, “it’s easy for you to say!” Nick was once again crushed and felt misunderstood.

“Come on! I’ve found one,” said Anna, from the store entrance.

Nick turned to leave and felt a soft small hand on his arm.

“I’m sorry, I’m just… so pissed off with myself,” said Harriet.

“It’s fine,” said Nick distractedly, “really, let’s just focus on what we need to do right now,” he jogged outside to the car Anna had waiting for them, weaving around a zombie as he went, feeling confused and afraid.
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