Dixon's Scrapyard & Auto Repair

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Inside the trailer turned office, a long and tall figure has their black combat boots on the surface of an old grey steel desk with rust spots and scratch marks where steel wool was used to try and 'buff it up'. Papers, various binders with labeled spines such as 'FINANCES' and 'SECURITY LOG' among other boring titles litter a number of various colored, thick, plastic covers. A calendar reading 'September 1998' was pinned by a thumb tack on a cork board, a half pinup, half 'pulp toon' style calendar the elder Dixon's approved of; it depicted an Asian woman in a corset with long dark hair playing a violin as torrent of tentacles burst through the window and wall to get her and no doubt eat the hapless musician as she was surrounded by burning candles:



A yellow sticky note attached to the side of the calendar reading:

Closing Hours 7pm
Open @ 7am

-Call generator asshats AGAIN
-Security System guys coming 25th or 26th BE THERE SID
Safe Code should be Obvious
but not in plain sight!

Stone Ville lodge
#579 -(the rest is too blurry by coffee stains to read)

That aforementioned figure and 'Sid' mentioned on the paper clipped sticky note and parts of the calendar was none other than Sid Dixon, herself. She always thought the calendar was better suited for October, but eh... fuck her she supposed.


Sidney Kate Dixon, age 23, a rowdy young woman known for her fiery temper and mean disposition towards most folks who snooped around the scrapyard without a prior appointment or simply wandered in; she called those folks 'tourists'. She was tall, slender, and at certain angles was often mistaken for a man- not that she minded, as it meant less idiots to deal with her.

Her brownish, hazel eyes fell upon that calendar. There were other interesting bits on said calendar, like where Jacob Dixon wrote this month's safe combination like a dumb ass on the calendar plain for all to see. Dad got pissed off at that one something fierce, but who could blame him? So that was scratched away furiously. Coffee stains, or oil stains here and there, phone numbers for clients scribbled in the corners of the old calendar, and the calendar itself was filled with a bunch of appointments and dates and 'x's where her father marked off the day. Even today, the 24th was x'ed since they were out of town and canceled all other appointments since 4:30 PM.

For the last four hours or so it had been no one at the scrapyard but Sid and the two dobermans- Spike and Chance:



Sidney leaned back in the rolling computer chair, arms behind her head, the halfway snubbed cigarette poking out from the corner of her plush lips with its grey smoke drifting to the ceiling of the trailer, music from her Walkman bleating into her earphones as Judas Priest's Painkiller screamed in her ears:



She glanced over to the pair of dogs with their spiked collars, the brother's laying atop one another as they looked up at her with big brown eyes. She raised a brow, leaning back, the chair creaking in the tight, converted trailer to office, pulling the cig from her lips, blowing out a plume of smoke before glaring at them directly. "What? Don't look at me like that." She sighed, bringing the cig back to her lips.

Sid's story for tonight was pretty much elaborated on via the calendar and notes left by her man-whore father, Walter Dixon Junior but he was better than her whore mother who up and left town and Walt before she could even remember what she looked like, so she supposed she'd keep'em. But Sidney was left behind in Raccoon whilst her elder brother, Jake and father Walt, drove out to Stone Ville to tow a big ass bus to be scrapped here. It was gonna be a decent haul, and for the price they paid for the bus it was a fuckin' steal! She was in charge of the shop, as it was likely they wouldn't be back before Friday at the latest, and she was the active security and the gearhead till they got back. It also didn't help that tomorrow (or Saturday, Dad couldn't be bothered to write it down when he called them), a security installation crew was supposed to arrive at 7am- her father underlined 7am on the Calendar like, three times to make the point- acting as if she was fuckin' retarded or something. Still, these security installation asshats came by last month when no one was around and decided to fuck off without even calling the main house. He wanted to make sure they did their damn job this time, and she was all for making sure they did.

"If those Tech Nerds try pullin' that shit again with us Dixon's, I'll let you chew their asses off, kay Chancy? Spikey-Bear?" She smirked, blowing another ring of smoke, before giggling at the pair rolling on the floor. A pair of four year old Dobermans taken from the same litter. Loyal, and fierce to assholes who didn't belong at the scrapyard. Most of the day they were chained up, to not rip apart customers, but at night they left the doors open, chains off, so they could run after any intruders within the chain-linked and bricked off scrapyard. They had some break ins the last couple of months, so the need for security and the security cameras these Secure-Tech Dweebs were supposed to be installing tomorrow (or Saturday) were pretty high on the Dixon Scrapyard list.

Sid placed the cig in the amber colored, glass tray as she took the cold can of Bud from the desk and knocked it back. It was a pleasant night, but noisy. Someone was shooting their gun off in the air or something in the distance, quite a bit too. She was close to the edge of the city, the forest areas so this thing was pretty common around here. Judas Priest still blaring in her ears, ignoring the slight rumble which she took as a Semi from the interstate rolling past the Scrapyard entrance.

However, the dogs to her left shot their heads up, their long ears perked up and rotated, and they began to growl in a low tone. She ignored them, at the moment, till Chance barked, causing Sid to turn her head to the dogs, watching as both got to their feet and scampered out the trailer, barking, snarling at something outside. Curious, Sid removed her boots from the worn out, rusty metal desk and pulled the window to the side, sliding the painted black glass to peer out the screen and into the scrapyard's entrance.

Nothing, but the double chain link gate closed and chained up tight with the padlock, the key for which was tucked behind her bra for when the assholes showed up in the morning to install the camera system and silent alarms. She didn't see anything out of the usual save a pale mist rolling down the paved road of Kiss Street and Army Street. She could hear sirens as well, and wondered if that was tripping the pups. "Chance, Spike, cool yerselves off ya dumb animals..." she groaned, rolling her eyes, sitting back in her chair.

Sid continued to drink her cold beer when Judas priest died down, and the woman nearly jumped from her seat! What she heard chilled her to her bone, as it was a high pitch 'YELP' from one of her dogs! Nearly spitting her drink, she coughed out both their names: "Spike?! Chance?!"



She ripped off the head phones as she fumbled out from the seat, grabbing the secured hunting kukri knife attached to her belt and a flashlight as she walked over to the open door of the trailer. "Chance? Spike?!" She called out again, and could only hear one of the dogs barking somewhere in the scrayard, and the lone animal sounded like they were anxious and very alarmed.

Worried now, that someone may have came in prepared to handle the dogs, Sid slid the knife back onto her belt, and went to the cab of the trailer, grabbing a long crowbar she could attach to her waist bag's hammer loop:  



She held the long, heavy pry bar threateningly as she quickly exits the trailer turned office and past the wooden shack to her left. "Spike? Chance? Where y'all at boys?" She called out, whistling and hollering. "Ya'll better not be hurtin' my pups, rejects! I'll fuckin' bust your teeth in if I even find a single hair out of place!" Sid also threatened the theoretical intruders. It was dark out already, and going on 9 o'clock as she looked around the scrapyard, passing her house with its scrap metal fucking roof and siding, passing the moss and ivy covered garage as she made her way over to the rusted box cars and crushed 'moldy oldies', old ass vehicle chassis that were gutted of everything of use.

"Chance?"

"Spike?"

She continued to call out to her dogs, scanning the area with her light, and listening to the lone, very agitated bark. Whatever they were barking at, be it Spike or Chance, she hoped they were outta here! God, let those pups be safe... The worried red head prayed. She could be ornery and a mean ass S.O.B., but Sid meant no harm to those puppers, they were a part of her family and heaven help the bastard or bitch who fucks with her family!  

Sid at this point thinks it was Spike barking up a storm, somewhere deep within the scrapyard. "Spike? Spike! Chancy? Shit, where the hell are you dogs?!" She screamed, as she turned the flashlight's light down on something sparkly in the darkness.



The red head stopped dead in her tracks, her wide left eye glaring down at the object glinting in the bright bulb of her Maglite. She walked over to it, and hunkered down...



It was a spiked collar, with a tag engraved with 'Chance'. The collar was slimy, seemingly torn off from the buckle, and there was blood, and a trail leading to one of the abandoned car chassis close by...

Spike still barked in the distance...

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"8-18-16-22..." the safe door cracked open inside the trailer turned makeshift office, and reached past the cash box and bars of silver her father stored away, grabbing the green box that read: 'TONY'S ARMS'



She grabbed the box of shotgun shells, usually a 25 count box, it was open and she could hear loose shells rattle within as she moved it over to the wooden table, sliding aside her cold TV Dinner, setting the box down beside her brother's pump action shotgun:



She could still hear Spike growling and barking at something, which made her all the more swift in her actions. She noted the box only held 17 of the 25 shells, but it didn't matter as she slid a buckshot shell casing into the chamber first with an aggressive pump of the shotty, before loading seven more shells into the slot under the frame in front of the trigger guard. Sure, she could call the police. But why deny the twisted FUCK a shallow grave in the family scrapyard? She wasn't going to wait for the cops, not with one of her pups hurt.

With the shotgun in hand, she kicked the safe door closed as she walked by it, and pocketed the other 9 shells into her waist bag and denim vest's pockets. She had the crowbar hanging across her waistbag through the loops which restrained it to her lower back, which she may end up using on the fucker that hurt Chance once she plugged enough shells into their cold, dead, corpse.

"I hope you still out there MOTHER FUCKER, cuz I'm jus gonna KILL YOUR ASS!" Screamed the enraged Sid, right hand holding the pistol grip of the shotty, her other hand holding up the flashlight. She retraced her steps to where she found Chance's collar, and checked the chassis of the car the blood trail led, but found nothing- not even a body. She now was worried that Chancy was hurt, maybe having fled inside the chassis to hide from what ever hurt him then leaving when Spike drove it away? "Son of a bitch is gonna fuckin' DIE!" She spat angrily, and continued following Spike's frantic barking! "I'm ah comin' Spike!!" Sidney cried out, and hastened her pace!

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Sid worked her way around rusted out box cars and piled up scrap metal, paths of soft soil separating smaller piles and larger ones. She could see paw marks in the dirt, but they weren't so fresh. "SPIKE!" She called out, the barking stopped as she called out, and then she saw the lone dog in the light of her torch, the animal's reflective eyes glaring back at her. She could see multiple wounds on Spike's body, weird 'ninja star' like points in glistening crimson injuries across multiple areas across the Doberman's short black fur. "Oh my god... Spike!" Sid's voice went soft, and full of emotion, her hardened eyes watery as she looked at the injuries... ignoring the long, squirming thing in his jaws.

She trotted over to him, and its then she saw the snake like object... then, out of the ground, multiple tentacles shot out and sidelined Spike! Sid didn't know what the hell they were, the dark objects moved quickly and irregularly, as she watched them coil around her yelping dog! "SPIKE!" She screamed, leveling the light and the shotgun towards the injured and currently gang-banged animal!



What she saw in the light of the electric torch gave her pause. She didn't... know what she was looking at, the things, wrapping themselves around her dog! There were at least five of them, though. Slimy and eel like; webs of slime stretched between each of the worm-like creatures as they 'latched down' on Spike like some sort of freaky leach! A couple turned her direction, opening the four flaps of their sickeningly toothy maws, blood mixed slime stretching between each of the four flaps as they hissed at Sidney!



All she could do was stare at the creatures in the light. She couldn't shoot them, as the pellets from the buckshot may end up hitting her dog, and at the same time she was simply in awe of what her mind couldn't grasp. Unfortunately, Spike's pained yelping snapped her back to reality! "SPIKE!" She screamed, as the dog twitched in the glow of her light, and a pair of the Sliding Worms lunged at her!

Sidney quickly backed up, the creatures had to be at least three or four feet long and they had surprising reach! She panicked as one latched itself around her gun, the heavy, slimy and squirming thing giving her a fight as she shook the weapon side to side, while the other latched around her left boot and coiled around her ankle tightly like a snake! "Errrrrrrrgh!!" Screamed Sid!

Pain shot up her left leg from her ankle as the slimy creature tightened its grip on her, while the other flailing thing almost took off with her shotgun when she managed to swing it off the weapon! Spike still yelped in the background, and as she tried to aid her injured dog, the woman wincing from the long slithering thing wrapped around her boot!

God it feels like a vice!! She thought, trying to awkwardly stomp down on the writhing thing with her other boot! Spike's yelps became fainter, and she glanced up to see the worms were burrowing, trying to bring her dog under the soft dirt! "NO!" Sidney screamed, her exposed eye wide and in terror as she finally snapped, and brought the shotgun's barrel to the thick part of the writhing mass wrapped around her leg- hoping to God she wouldn't shoot her leg off!

BANG!

The deafening blast from the shotgun ringed in her ears, the heat from the barrel and the pellets leaving the shotgun's choke could be felt through her tight jeans, as the pellets tore into the slimy creature's thin flesh with ease and into the soft dirt beside her combat boot! The creature seemed to shriek, falling apart in segments, allowing Sid to break free! She didn't know if she had been hit, her body had been hopped up in the adrenaline!

She turned the weapon and light cradled in the pistol-grip pump of the shotgun towards the other worm that had flopped about in the sandy earth where she had thrown it before, and pulled back the pump, ejecting the spent red plastic tube and cycling a fresh shell into the chamber. With a pull of the trigger, and another deafening blast, the monster that seemed prepared to lunge at the short haired red head was practically atomized by the buckshot!

BANG!

Sid quickly turned to aid her dog, sliding the sling hanging off the shotty around her shoulder and neck, letting the thick strap wedge between her bouncing breasts, yanking out the crowbar from behind and swinging it across in a low arc against the slimy creatures! "Leave'em ALONE!!" She shrieked, swinging the clawed end into the slimy fucks swiftly and hard, batting them off her dog and slinging them from one scrap pile to the next!

Free from its tormentors, the twitching, badly bleeding creature lay half buried in the soft soil. Sid setting her crowbar down to tend to the injured Spike. "Jesus Christ! Spike, what the hell did they do to you boy?!" Half choked Sidney, her bewildered eyes upon the mortally injured Doberman, blood covering her hands and arms as she began to shiver from the adrenaline rush and her rising anxiety. She didn't know how she could save him, their vet, Dr. Craig's was nearly an hour away and the shop in town was definitely closed by this hour!

The rumbling began again, and Sid looked up and around as it felt more intense. She could see the lights from the lamp posts her father and brother stuck up around the Scrapyard begin to flicker again. The damn generator kept failing as of late, and last time the assholes didn't fix the issue, they were due to come Monday. The lights began to turn off one by one, and the rumbling only got more noticeable! "What the fuck?!" gasped the terrified Sidney, cradling her limp dog in her bare arms as the scrap around her fell and began to displace.

This wasn't some Semi rolling down the road; Hell, not even 30 of them with full trailers lagging behind'em! Sid looked around, watching as scrap 'fell' into the earth, no... sank! The quaking had gotten so bad she could hardly kneel, and suddenly, she found herself separated from her dog, her hand grasping the crowbar as she slid into the sinking earth along with much of the scrap! "Eyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!"  Shrieked Sidney Dixon, her wide hazel eyes looking up at a night sky and something large, and vaguely phallic lunging up from the soft soil that now swallowed her and much of the piles of metal scrap!

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Sidney winked her eyes open, covered in loose soil, she shook herself free, pulling herself from twisted metal scrap and earth, finding herself somehow in a 10 or so foot trench that hadn't been there before! Lamp posts jutted out from the 'walls' as did various scrap metal parts and pieces of cars and other such debris which had been piled up on the surface above! The trench was also about five or six feet wide! "What the fuck? Spike? SPIKE?!" She screamed for her dog, looking around, noticing her flashlight jutting from the dirt, crowbar not too far from there as well. She grabbed the crowbar and light, when the ground shook again, and... and...



The massive, pale beast spewed out of the ground in front of Sidney, its bulky, rounded head splitting open and revealed four claw like flaps, and a tube of needle like, back facing teeth! The pale, grub like creature let out a roaring SHRIEK that chilled the fiery Sidney to her bone! She simply gawked at the massive, unbelievable creature in front of her! It seemed to 'sense' her presence, showcasing its massive, open jaws at her!

It-its a Goddamn Tremor, this is Kevin Bacon bullshit... what the fuck?! Screamed Sidney's mind as the creature's maw descended upon the shell shocked woman! She didn't even attempt to defend herself as it seemed like slow motion, the humid, rancid breath washing over her entire body as slimy saliva dripped and oozed down her 5'9, slender frame...

CRUNCH!!!

There was a deafening roar from the Gravedigger as it recoiled in pain! Sidney, who's boots jutted out from the tubular mouth, was suddenly launched from the slimy and toothy throat of the beast! The slime covered, screaming woman fell about ten or so feet from the air, landing on soft soil on her back, wincing as green blood oozed from the mouth of the writhing giant worm! Sid gasped, realizing that the monster had nearly swallowed her alive! If not for the crowbar's position as it crunched down on her body, she'd have... been swallowed whole!

"HOLY SHITFUCK!" the slimy red head screamed, crab walking as the monster flailed and swung its body about, dragging its massive frame across the trench after Sidney! She got to her feet quickly and began sprinting, glancing back once to see the flapping clover-like mouth undulating at her! Its massive body filled the trench completely, leaving no room to juke it! She had to run, and get the fuck out of the trench, or risk being eaten or crushed by the monster grub from hell!

I don't fucking know if that thing's real or not, but I ain't stoppin' to find out! Shit man, what the fuck?! WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS THAT THING?! She mentally screamed, running the length of a deep trench, unable to find a way back up and the edges too soft or sharp with fallen scrap metal to safely climb with the giant white grub on her slimy ass! She realized she still had the shotgun on her back, but she had fifteen or so shells on her! She needed a goddamn fully loaded tank to fuck this thing up!  

Dammit, why? WHY?! Why me?! Why today?! Sid mentally shrieked, following the curve of the trench which led to a dead end! "OH FUCK!" She screamed, slamming her tits against the soil, planting her body right against the earth! She gripped at it, tried climbing desperately, but found no purchase as she slid down with the ease of a hot knife through butter! "No, NO!!" She screamed, continuing in vain to climb, checking over her shoulder, before turning around and pressing her back against the slope of dirt! The ground rumbled intensely, and she could hear and feel the beast dragged itself towards her!

"Oh god... is this how it ends?" She asked herself, shivering with fear as she waited for death's kiss from the lips of a giant worm... when the beast, seemingly blind, drove itself through the wall instead of turning the bend! Dumbfounded, she watched as the semi-truck long creature chugged along through the dirt, making itself a new path that caved in after it was created! Thanks to this development, the earth pulled in more than just scrap, but latticework from the garden she had modestly growing behind one of the sheds for tomatoes slid down along with the rest of garden- pumpkins and squash falling out of their roots and rolled about in the trench where the massive worm vanished!

More importantly, she now had a way up!

Quickly, without any hesitation, Sid Dixon rushed for the latticework and began a slightly arduous and splinter filled climb up the trench and back on solid ground!  

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Sid sprinted for the trailer, she had to call the cops, the Sheriff's department, the GOD DAMN ARMY! This was WAAAAY out of hand! "C'mon, c'mon!" She screamed through clenched teeth, feeling the earth rumbling beneath her feet again! God damn it IS like Tremors! Gotta get off the damn ground, need to get up... up! She mentally recalled where Kevin Bacon and company had to get onto rocks and pole vault their way to the truck, but unlike Bacon who was hotter in a pair of jeans and had some history with gymnastics, Sid did not!

"FUCK ME!" Sid spat, ignoring the trailer, its lights were off anyway given the generator being out. The lithe woman sprinted instead for the chain link double gate, rushing it and began climbing in spite of the key for the padlock currently tweaking against her left nipple and underboob under her bra! Climb, climb!! Sidney screamed internally, climbing up the fencing, which was the only part of the fenced in Scrapyard that didn't have razor wire bunched across the top and it was only 7 or 8 foot in height!

Cling-clang-cling-clang- The sound of the gate rattling as she made the shaky climb up and over the fence, swinging her long slender leg over when the earth shook violently and the massive worm spewed up from the ground! "Eyaaaaah!" Screamed Sid as she hit the asphalt on the other side on her back- the shotgun painfully slamming against her spine as she lay there in the street, wide eyed and slimy; hair matted over her right eye as she eyed the creature swaying disgustingly on the other side of the fence!

It was like watching a silk worm dangle, its grotesque body bulged and then rolled upwards, spewing thick gobs of saliva from its toothy throat, the crowbar spinning in the air above her head! Sid covered her face and rolled onto her side as the metal bar clanged loudly on the black top, her body huddled in a shivering ball as the monster bellowed out in a defeated yet terrified roar in the clear night sky! Sid moved her arms, her wavering hazel orb watching as the monster began to slink back down into its hole, the soft earth closing up around it after it finally disappeared in the soil...

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"What. The. Fuck...?" gasped Sidney, the short haired woman standing up in the street, slime running down her shivering body. She just saw multiple... impossible things in the past... five or so minutes? And... no one else was around to see this?! She shakily took out one of her packs of cigs, fumbling with the dry cylinder she propped between her plush, wet lips and just as shakily lit with a free hand. It was real.

Sid looked around, spotting the slimy crow bar in the road, and picked it up, inhaling the cigarette as her body became illuminated by a faint red glow. She took a long, shivering drag as her eyes took in the sight. Downtown Raccoon City was apparently lit with multiple crimson and orange flames. The sound of screams mixed with gunfire and police sirens now fully audible. That eerie mist rolled around her body, her face slightly glowing from the embers of her cigarette, which she pulled from her lips to exhale a plume of grey-blue smoke. "...what the fuck is going on around here?"

Dropping the cigarette, unable to stomach the rest of it, she stomps on the end with the sole of her slimy, shiny black boots, grinding it with a twist before she begins to walk towards the heart of the city. Thanks to the sewers beneath her feet, she surmised that her 'worm friend' couldn't follow. Damn freak and its brood killed her dogs, and she'd be back to return the favor once she was properly armed with a flamethrower or a fucking bazooka. Till then... she was walking.

(to next place?)

Two wheels streaked through the night, a black custom build motorcycle and a rider clad in matching black leather with a snake etched helmet.








It's a quietly moving motorcycle, as black as night speeding down the highways through the early hours of the night, that streaks through the growing darkness. The rider points his single headlight toward a goal, one he has often thought of throughout his life. A place he's has been trying to reach, at least in part that for some time.

Things had been quiet for most of the day as he drove toward the city, Racoon City that is. Everything he owned was strapped to himself or the bike as he neared Racoon City in the early night hours. And frankly things were a lot brighter than he would have imagined as he road down the road heading to downtown. He had a place to be in the morning, an interview for a job, at one of the cities, eateries. But first he wanted to get a glimpse of the real reason he had come to Racoon City. Just to drive by and see how things looked.

It was something like 7 or 7:30 p.m. when he passed the Dixon's Scrapyard on his way into the city. Sure it was a bit out of the way in some regards but he had his reasons. And for a while he just sat down the road toward the city his head down as he sat on his motorcycle nodding off to sleep just on the shoulder of the road. Just sitting there staring off when he wasn't nodding off for a few minutes at a time.

8:25 PM



Sidney with shotgun in hand and the kukri on her hip walked down the dark street in front of her family business. The tremors got softer, and she had to assume whatever the fuck that was back there, that massive grub from hell? Was far behind her now. Still, the fires in the distance, the gunfire... all of it was fucking weird. How the fuck did it get this way?? She asked herself, before she saw a small group of people stumbling in the street. Christ, they look drunk, or are they injured...? She thought, and didn't want to spook them with her weapons, but she didn't have much choice- she was in no way going to toss her gun under a parked car just to see if some one was fine! Not with, giant grubs from hell slithering about!

"Hey! Ya'll hurt? What the hells goin' on? Giant bugs everywhere or what?" She called out, jogging up to the small group.

Sid Dixon wrote:8:25 PM



Sidney with shotgun in hand and the kukri on her hip walked down the dark street in front of her family business. The tremors got softer, and she had to assume whatever the fuck that was back there, that massive grub from hell? Was far behind her now. Still, the fires in the distance, the gunfire... all of it was fucking weird. How the fuck did it get this way?? She asked herself, before she saw a small group of people stumbling in the street. Christ, they look drunk, or are they injured...? She thought, and didn't want to spook them with her weapons, but she didn't have much choice- she was in no way going to toss her gun under a parked car just to see if some one was fine! Not with, giant grubs from hell slithering about!

"Hey! Ya'll hurt? What the hells goin' on? Giant bugs everywhere or what?" She called out, jogging up to the small group.

The small group was made up of...

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Sid Dixon wrote:8:25 PM



Sidney with shotgun in hand and the kukri on her hip walked down the dark street in front of her family business. The tremors got softer, and she had to assume whatever the fuck that was back there, that massive grub from hell? Was far behind her now. Still, the fires in the distance, the gunfire... all of it was fucking weird. How the fuck did it get this way?? She asked herself, before she saw a small group of people stumbling in the street. Christ, they look drunk, or are they injured...? She thought, and didn't want to spook them with her weapons, but she didn't have much choice- she was in no way going to toss her gun under a parked car just to see if some one was fine! Not with, giant grubs from hell slithering about!

"Hey! Ya'll hurt? What the hells goin' on? Giant bugs everywhere or what?" She called out, jogging up to the small group.

The small group was made up of...

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...five shambling individuals. However, as Sid called out to them, not only did the five get drawn in by her voice, several others from the alley ways and and side streets began to shamble towards the woman. Soon, she would be met with a wall of drunken, shambling former humans with outstretched hands. The streetlamp flickered, revealing their grotesque bodies, some warped by ineffective injuries such as gunfire to the chest, but all had several chunks of flesh which was ripped out of their bodies by teeth and clawmarks! They moaned, as if in deep pain, or an unrelenting hunger!

Of the 16 zombies shambling towards her, among their lot were a few infected officers, two of which had handguns still holstered on their waists:



The former humans continued to moan, arms outstretched for Sid as if to embrace her! Some of the infected were walking quicker than others, crossing the distance between her and them within only a few moments!

BANG

His head slipped down and he snapped awake for what felt like the sixty-fifth time since he pulled over to catnap.  Something had disturbed him this time, and not just his head slipping too far down again, not this time at least.

"The hell was that?"

Groggily he shook his head and looked about confused at first about his whereabouts.  Slowly it came back to him.

BANG

"Alright, that was definitely not a car backfiring..."

Not that, that was enough to kick the gears in his head into motion or anything, but as his eyes drifted back the way he came toward the scrapyard something clicked... like the hammer on a gun... like a gun... shot.

"Shit...!

NO!"

That came out as a shout as he turned the ignition of the bike on.  Planting his foot and throwing his weight into the bike spinning it around on the city streets pavement.  Full throttle, he shot off into the night back toward the Scrapkyard, back toward the gunshots he was now certain he had heard.  A streak of burnt rubber left behind in his haste, a silent mark of his having been there.

He sped back down the road quickly coming to the scrapyard.  As he began to turn the bike he was sudden flying free of it, slamming into the chain-link fence of the Scrapyard as his bike nearly ran him over without someone to guide it.  Smashing into the fence bending it inward before stopping it's forward motion.  

"Son of a..."

He stopped as he looked around, catching the sight and sound of a crashing ... giant worm?  He questioned as he righted his bike ignoring the tremor that had sent him to the ground, for the much more real issue of a giant fucking worm inside the scrapyard.  And his first thought was not for his own safety but of the people who could be inside with that thing.  Thumbing the engine once again he turned toward the rear of the scrapyard where everything was happening and made his way there as he stopped again catching his balance after nearly being toppled again by another tremor.

Pulling along side the back of the property he looked up only to see someone dropping down on the far side of the scrapyard over the front gate.

"FUCK!...

Maybe there is somebody else inside."

He put the kickstand down and began to mount the fence when he got a good view the the giant worm creature.  A really good look, as it shot up towering behind the front gate, roaring at its escaped prey.  And then it turned heading away, toward him, toward him.  He dropped back from the fence stumbling into his bike as his mind began to work a bit more clearly.  

"No way in hell is there anyone else inside that death trap.  Screw suicide!"

He got back on his back and not a moment too soon as the worm broke free of the ground where he had been standing by the fence coming up just under the fence pulling some of it free as it roared in pain and anger coming up short of it's hoped for meal.  A meal that was quickly thumbing the engine on and riding out of reach and back around the scrapyard once more.

Meanwhile a song was playing on the radio in his headphones.  And he was not smiling at the irony

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Sid Dixon wrote:8:25 PM



Sidney with shotgun in hand and the kukri on her hip walked down the dark street in front of her family business. The tremors got softer, and she had to assume whatever the fuck that was back there, that massive grub from hell? Was far behind her now. Still, the fires in the distance, the gunfire... all of it was fucking weird. How the fuck did it get this way?? She asked herself, before she saw a small group of people stumbling in the street. Christ, they look drunk, or are they injured...? She thought, and didn't want to spook them with her weapons, but she didn't have much choice- she was in no way going to toss her gun under a parked car just to see if some one was fine! Not with, giant grubs from hell slithering about!

"Hey! Ya'll hurt? What the hells goin' on? Giant bugs everywhere or what?" She called out, jogging up to the small group.

The small group was made up of...

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...five shambling individuals. However, as Sid called out to them, not only did the five get drawn in by her voice, several others from the alley ways and and side streets began to shamble towards the woman. Soon, she would be met with a wall of drunken, shambling former humans with outstretched hands. The streetlamp flickered, revealing their grotesque bodies, some warped by ineffective injuries such as gunfire to the chest, but all had several chunks of flesh which was ripped out of their bodies by teeth and clawmarks! They moaned, as if in deep pain, or an unrelenting hunger!

Of the 16 zombies shambling towards her, among their lot were a few infected officers, two of which had handguns still holstered on their waists:



The former humans continued to moan, arms outstretched for Sid as if to embrace her! Some of the infected were walking quicker than others, crossing the distance between her and them within only a few moments!

What started as a small group suddenly became a block party! She could understand five or six drunk folks, but not close to twenty! And even worse, among them were officers of the law! "What the hell?" She said under her breath when the street lamp flickered and flashbacks of haunted hayrides and halloween parties resurfaced. She saw before her people covered with blood, some missing limbs, almost all of them scarred in some manner with bite or savage claw marks! She'd not have thought much of it had it been next month, but this was September! "Okay, that's not funny...! Seriously, what the fuck!" She spat, backing up when she suddenly realized she was surrounded. "Officers, you can stop pretending...! There's giant worms out of Tremors, man!" She tried explaining to the cops... but realized some lacked guns. It was then, she could hear distant screams and gunfire...! Oh... no, this isn't real... this can't be real! She thought, before remembering the shotgun!



"Okay, that's far enough asswipes!" She says bringing up the shotty. "This isn't a prop, and if you don't stop your shit, I'm gonna shoot!" She spat at the crowd as she got into a stance. She aimed at the closest one and then fired the shell into the asphalt beside their feet!

BANG!

What would normally deter a sane individual, did nothing to any of the shambling people! To this Sid's eyes went small! "W-what?! D-did none of you see that? I've got a shotgun!! I'm loaded with double aught buck!!" She screamed, pumping the shotty once more and shakily aiming it at the closest- an officer with his gun still on his belt! No way man... this is too surreal! They're like.. like...! She mentally struggled with the word, as the light flickered above the heads of the shambling people and she saw their milky white eyes. ...Zombies. She gulped and raised her weapon towards the next... only to feel a cold hand on her shoulder!

"Eiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!"

Shrieked Sidney...!

-KA-BANG!

His knee just barely missed the ground on his low turn.  He propped back up to sped down the first straightway swerving around an open car door, kicking it closed out of annoyance as he passed it.  Leaning left at the next turn, the streets were barren, too barren for a city the size of Racoon City.  And the fact was only just settling in on him as he drove with a purpose slowly becoming reckless abandon as he was beginning to realize the streets were not filled with traffic of any kind automotive or foot.

“Oh shit!”

He saw it too late to slow down and make the next right handed turn, a sharp 90 degree safely.  Instead he slowed as much as he could before planting his foot and turning sharply only to see that the road was blocked by an abandoned pickup truck rolled onto its side.  Hesitating only long enough to take in the sight of the cow-tipped pickup he continued to swing the motorcycle around in a near complete circle and gunned it down the street in the opposite direction.

His motorcycle was rigged for silent running, a by product of years of street racing and the need to make frequent escapes from the local law enforcement officers, so the shriek that soon pierced through the night air, preceded and followed by a louder sound of gunfire rang out crystal clear as he leaned low preparing to take the next turn.  Instead cursing he planted his foot and made another 180 degree turn coming to a stop facing the blocked off part off the road.

“Dammit! Every second could make the difference.  Fuck me! This could get messy.”

Scanning the street he smiles as his eyes alight on a car parked just short of the flipped over truck.





A Lamborghini Pregunta, with its driver side door raised up,

“Up and over then, a nice easy, stunt jump.  Off the street, off the Lamborghini, off the wall over the truck nothing but the street beyond, easy as riding blindfolded.”





He revs the engine to get a feel for what he is about to do, thinking about those old MacDonald’s commercials with Michael Jordan and Larry Bird making ridiculous shots.  

“That’s not even funny!”

He shouts before mouthing the opening lyrics “And all the girlies say I’m pretty fly for a white guy!“ as he pops the front tire of his motorcycle onto the hood of the Lamborghini.  Over the glass windshield and off the driver side door which was opened up above the roof of the car.   He throws all of his weight into the bike, tilting it the other way to get the tires firmly against the side of the building the sports car was parked at an angle half on the street half on the sidewalk.  Going temporarily airborne as he sticks the landing on the other side of the tipped over truck.  Not even hesitation he opens his motorcycle up to cover the distance between himself and the person he last saw heading away from Dixon’s scrapyard!

-KA-BANG!

Pellets sprayed into the virus carrier's chest, pushing it away from Sidney while also tearing its arm off in the process! The former human hit the pavement hard on its back, blood oozing from the wounds. The limb dangled off her back for a moment or two before falling onto the asphalt soon after. However, the zombie began to lift his torso, moaning hungrily as he did! The other zombies as they got closer were noticeably gaunt, groaning as they shuffled to surround the confused, terrified redhead!

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In the motorcyclist's path, a couple of the shambling former humans in construction clothing slowly turned to the sound of the motorcycle as it hit the pavement, staring into the headlight as they reached out with their arms!

Random Mobs wrote:-KA-BANG!

Pellets sprayed into the virus carrier's chest, pushing it away from Sidney while also tearing its arm off in the process! The former human hit the pavement hard on its back, blood oozing from the wounds. The limb dangled off her back for a moment or two before falling onto the asphalt soon after. However, the zombie began to lift his torso, moaning hungrily as he did! The other zombies as they got closer were noticeably gaunt, groaning as they shuffled to surround the confused, terrified redhead!

"Shit shit shit!!" Sid screamed, thrashing about. "Get off! Get off!" She screamed, feeling the arm slip off her shoulder and plop on the ground! She shivered, turning to the large man she shot slowly raise back to his feet, completely ignoring the multiple holes in his chest and his shredded arm! What the fuck is wrong with these guys?! Giant worms? Zombies? Okay, if this is really happening then Ghosts and Aliens are real and Bigfoots and Seamonsters are everywhere! Jimmy Hoffa and Elvis are alive and the Tooth Fairy lives in Reno! He mind screamed, as she screamed physically! She pumped the shotgun, shakily, and fired another shell at the next closest zombie's legs, watching flesh and clothing tear away thanks to the 00 buckshot pellets, stripping much of the meat away and forced it fall over and crawl!

She shot another shell into the chest of the next, causing the zombie's torso to break away from its waist! She grimaced and backpedalled, before remembering the crowd behind her! "Fuck fuck, I need to get the fuck out of here!" She panicked, noticing now the one she had shot in the chest was dragging itself and its entrails, after her! She saw a nearby car and quickly ran up onto the hood, pumping the shotty and turning it on the crowd again. "Stay the fuck back you mindless scumbags!" She spat, firing another shell, this time above the shoulders.

A meaty splat resonated as she took out two of the gnarly fuckers, their heads bursting before crumpling to the ground! "Fucking-A!" Sid screamed victoriously, pumping once more. Seems like they work just like in the movies then... gotta hit'em in the head! She thought, and realized, by her count, she only had one more shell in the gun. Crap, I wasted my ammo on these fucks and the worm! Still got plenty of shells though, gotta reload! Sid began to fumble for the loose shells in her vest and pockets while the zombies gathered around the vehicle.

The wheels of his motorcycle hit the pavement and instantly two construction workers turned their heads at the sound of the bike's impact on the ground.  In a moment he sees them turn toward him.  The first impression would have been of two normal everyday dudes just carrying out a bit of late night work, if it hadn’t been for their limping, bloody, half ruined bodies.  And that dead look in their eyes, that screamed out zero signs of intelligent life being there.





Impulsively he accelerated toward them, having no room to avoid an encounter with the two former men.  He dropped the bike low into a ground slide toppling the two zombified men to the ground as their already mangled legs became further damaged by the weight and speed of the bike slamming into them.  Spinning the bike around in a full 360 degree spin as he brought it back to an upright position he cocked his head back toward the construction workers.  He only took a moment to consider his next move.

But the repetition of the sound of a shotgun firing once again changed his immediate reaction.  Pushing off and accelerating once again he headed off down the road, straight toward where he last saw the figure from the scrapyard.  Barely riding a quarter of a mile another pair of construction worker zombies were attempting to reach into an abandoned car in the middle of the road.  Once again he had no room to go around safely.

Torquing the throttle he swings his right leg back and over the seat of the bike bringing both of his feet to the ground on the bike’s left as it accelerates.  Gliding across the black top only slightly letting his feet touch the ground he bounces off the pavement using the momentum of the bike to increase his bodies speed to hop up and over the body of the bike swing both of his legs around slamming them into the construction zombies as they turn when they notice the vibrations of the quiet motorcycles approach.  Planting both of his feet into the closest of the two zombies they slam backwards into the car they were trying to reach into as the motorcyclist rebounds his legs back around the bike, just long enough to hop back onto the seat straddling it properly once again.  

His eyes locked onto the road before him and the sharp turn he was fast approaching where the person he sought had gone.  In a matter of seconds he was gliding around the 90 degree turn in the lowest possible turn he could make, close enough to kiss the ground before righting the bike and slamming into the backs of the zombie mob at the edge forcing his way through driving four of the zombies off of the car they had surrounded.  


Zombie count out 16
2 dead no heads


Slowing down with a burnout spin to stop the bike, he dismounts at a run bulldozing into the four he had separated from the pack.  Down he went into a duck beneath the wide swinging arms of a thick chested police officer.  





A backwards kick into the back of the cops knee dropped him down onto one knee for a moment as he grabbed the next man’s arm rolling into the dude’s chest driving his shoulder into it with the full weight of his body.  Snapping his left arm up and around the head and neck while rolling forward pulling the main head over heels with him releasing him into the air and the thick cops back.  Crashing to the ground as the motorcyclists rolled through to his feet.  Turning back he was quickly in the arms of the other two zombies as more were turning their attention to the more easily assailed target.

Another shotgun blast sounded off to his right as he drove a foot between the legs of his nearest attacker.  Twisting his hips he ducked down breaking free of the zombies grasp, hooking its left leg as he rotated behind the zombie.  Hooking the right arm over the shoulder he spun, pivoting on his left foot in the reverse direction slamming the zombie neck first into the ground in a similar fashion to a powerslam.  A sickening crack as the zombie’s neck snapped clean through.  Its head was the only thing left moving as the motorcyclist released the now quadriplegic body, rising to his feet.  Just in time to be greeted by the fourth zombie’s arms seizing his waist, pinning his right arm to his side as it tried to gnaw through his thick leather jacket for his neck.


Zombie count out 16
2 dead no heads
1 quadriplegic unable to move from the neck down


“Oh hell no.  Biting is not a first date approved behavior pal.”

His left hand slid behind his spine, pulling free a long bladed knife from one of a pair of identical sheaths on his back.  Quick as a whip, he stabs the blade into the zombie's thigh, hamstringing it and dropping down out of its grip.  Rolling onto his back and away he clipped its other legs before kicking off of it dropping it onto its back.  Back on his feet he drove the blade through the zombie’s spine paralyzing it and limiting it to a spastic flailing like a turtle on its shell.


Zombie count out 16
2 dead no heads
1 quadriplegic unable to move from the neck down
1 paraplegic severed spine


Quickly he glanced toward the zombie mob, but was hit in the back by the second zombie who knocked him off his feet before he could check on the person he was trying to save.  Stumbling forward into a rolled before coming up face to face with another zombie from the mob who had turned to get a taste of leather clad biker.  His knife arm came up knocking the zombie’s upward and down came the blade straight into the neck striking into the spine of the zombie.  Down it dropped like a sack of flour off the back of a truck impotent except to drool and growl.


Zombie count out 16
2 dead no heads
2 quadriplegic unable to move from the neck down
1 paraplegic severed spine


Kicking the face of the zombie with the heel of his boot as he turned back toward the brutish cop zombie he was clobbered hard in the helmet, and thankful to be still wearing it as the zombie’s hand deflected harmlessly but not without impact.  Stumbling backward a couple of feet he glared at the cop zombie.

“Damn cops are a pain in the ass everywhere aren’t they.”





He growled as he dropped into a one kneed slide and passed the cop relieving him of his belt and hip holster with a quick clean cut in passing, resheathing his knife in the process.  Back on his feet he flipped the gun free of the holster into his right hand and the holster into his left, while pistol whipping the zombie cop in the face cracking his teeth and knocking a few loose with the impact of the gun squarely against the side of his jaw.  Stunned for a mere moment the zombie began to reach for him only to be pistol whipped a second and third time in the face before replacing the gun in its holster.  Wrapping it up as he spun past the cop he hurled the gun and holster through the air onto the car at the feet of the other living human.

A quick backstep ducking the wild flailing arm of the zombie cop he kept just ahead of its movements in order to wrap his arms around the massive back and spin of the zombie cop.  Throwing all his weight into it he yanked the cop off his feet into a german suplex.  SNAP A CRACK


Zombie count out 16
2 dead no heads
3 quadriplegic unable to move from the neck down
1 paraplegic severed spine  stuck on it’s back unable to flip over


And down came the other zombie right on top of him, Struggling around on the ground between the quadriplegic cop zombie and the fully functional one he was forced to worm his way away from the thing as it was clawing and biting at his leather exterior.  Scrambling to one foot he rolled away as the zombie righted itself and and shambled with some speed after him.  Barely getting his feet in under him his right hand shot back, quick-drawing his other sheathed blade this time slashing with all his speed and strength, the blade bit deep into the zombie’s neck, slicing clean through detaching the head from its already corpse body.  As the head flopped to the ground he turned and charged back at the rest of the zombie mob.


Zombie count out 16
2 dead no heads (Sid)
3 quadriplegic unable to move from the neck down (Motorcyclist)
1 paraplegic severed spine  stuck on it’s back unable to flip over (Motorcyclist)
1 headless zombie (Motorcyclist)

3 completely dead
3 incapacitated unable to do anything but bite anyone foolish enough to get near their mouths
1 potentially able to right itself and crawl back into action
9 remain of the zombie mob



Face to face with another zombie he reacted with a straight up good old fashion headbutt.  Helmet to head collision and the zombie crumbled before his superior head.  But in a moment it all turned for the worse as his eyes fell upon Sidney Kate Dixon for the first time.

“Damn she’s hot!”





And down he went under the remaining nine zombies being dog piled before either living being could react right in front of the car Sidney was fighting from on top of.

Shunk-shunk-shunk-shunk-shunk-shunk-



Sid loaded 6 of the 9 shells that were in random parts of her denim cutoff vest, with one shell still in the chamber making her weapon capacity 6+1; that only meant she had ten shells left of the 17 she had before leaving the shop! Dammit, I should've just shot to kill! Sid beat herself up over it, sweat rolling down her neck and cheeks as the zombies began pushing against the car she was standing on!

I got three left in reserve, just gotta take my shots carefully! If that last headshot was anything to go by, I'll be able to blow off multiple heads if they're close enough! She noted, readying the gun when...

THIS HAPPENED

"Hunh?" Sid grunts as a motorcycle slides itself into view and a Bruce Lee motherfucker began taking out the crowd of zombies! So stunned, Sid could only watch in awe as they unsheathed what could only be those short Samurai Swords… no, wait, they weren’t! They looked like custom as hell Ginsu Knives!

What in the world of fuck is going on?? She blinked and watched him take on the cop, seeing him pistol whipping with their gun! “Shoot him! Shoot him!!” She screamed, caught up in the moment she almost jumped and slid off the car’s hood when the gun and holster clapped onto the hood beside her feet!



She looked from the gun and belt to the motorist as he continued to use a mix of martial arts and his blade work to distract the zombies! She noted they were now all shambling for him, as they tried to bite through his leather, giving her time to grab the brown leather belt and holster.

She had the shotgun held precariously between her thighs; had someone grabbed the trigger she’d have no head herself at this very moment. She looked the belt over, wondering if it would even fit her before she noted the only hole left on the belt which hadn’t slashed off was actually pretty close to her own waist size! Score! Sid screams internally and hastily slipped it on around her denim clad ass, hooking the belt before looking up at the helmeted man.

Morton Dewolski wrote:Face to face with another zombie he reacted with a straight up good old fashion headbutt.  Helmet to head collision and the zombie crumbled before his superior head.  But in a moment it all turned for the worse as his eyes fell upon Sidney Kate Dixon for the first time.

“Damn she’s hot!”





And down he went under the remaining nine zombies being dog piled before either living being could react right in front of the car Sidney was fighting from on top of.

She blinked at him, just barely picking up his voice when she saw the nine remaining zombies gang up on her would be leather clad savior! “Wh-why did you stall, man?! You were on a roll!” Sid cried out in surprise, pulling the shotgun back up from betwixt her thighs and dropping down back onto the asphalt! She aimed the shotgun but hesitated again, knowing that a stray pellet could eviscerate and maim the motorcyclist underneath the crowd of zombies... but then again... I... I guess its choosing which way you'd rather die, fuck it, sorry man! Sid gulped as she aimed the shotty a little high, just above the shoulders and backs of the zombies facing away from her. "STAY DOWN BIKER DUDE!" She screamed, and pulled the trigger!

-KA-BANG!

The shotgun kicked, as smoke and pellets spread out from the barrel of the gun! The power from the shell was enough to at least knock many of the zombies facing away from her forwards, providing an opening for the biker to hopefully crawl out of!

Huff, huff, huff.  Holy Shit!  That did not go as planned.  My god I was not expecting that at all!  No… NOT AS PLANNED AT ALL!  What the fuck just happened!  He was thinking while catching his breath, he needed to review what had gone down only a few moments before while he lay staring upwards.


Zombie count out 16
2 dead no heads (Sid)
3 quadriplegic unable to move from the neck down (Motorcyclist)
1 paraplegic severed spine  stuck on it’s back unable to flip over (Motorcyclist)
1 headless zombie (Motorcyclist)

3 completely dead
3 incapacitated unable to do anything but bite anyone foolish enough to get near their mouths
1 potentially able to right itself and crawl back into action
9 remain of the zombie mob



No no that’s not right, plus two in the midst of the zombie pile.


Zombie count out 16
4 dead no heads (Sid)
3 quadriplegic unable to move from the neck down (Motorcyclist)
1 paraplegic severed spine  stuck on it’s back unable to flip over (Motorcyclist)
1 headless zombie (Motorcyclist)

5 completely dead
3 incapacitated unable to do anything but bite anyone foolish enough to get near their mouths
1 potentially able to right itself and crawl back into action
7 remain of the zombie mob 3 up 4 down



Yeah that’s more like it he thought as he huffed more out of the need to steady himself just a little bit from the scuffle so far.  Not a bite, nor scratch on him, scratch one up for biker leathers and a good solid helmet.  The same helmet that stopped his head from slamming into the ground only a moment before when the zombies got the drop on him through sheer numbers.  

It was clearly not his finest moment.  Every instructor he had in martial arts would be scolding him right now for that slip up.  And he had more than enough instructors throughout his time training that he couldn’t afford to waste even the time to think about their numbers.

He hit the ground hard when the zombies had pulled him down, slipping on something, it might have been a small intestine, he didn’t have time to check when the ground suddenly came up from beneath him.  But it was his riding helmet that had saved his head from taking a much harder blow, but his instincts and training made him react head a bit fuzzy or not.  No sooner had the mob pulled him down, than he started scurrying out from beneath the zombies, none too soon as the shotgun was the next thing he heard over the zombie squads moaning sounds.

Straight under the car he squirmed without giving a second thought for the marginal amount of room he had to move around.  And that’s where he was now facing the undercarriage of the vehicle while working one of his knives free.  Glancing down his body he caught a glimpse of the zombies crawling toward the too hot female he had just stupidly been caught off guard by the sight of.  

“Can’t believe I did that.  Too hot...

Oh God I’m going to hell!”

Hey sighed deeply as he looked down his body back the way he came.  No time to think about it, so he acted instead, wiggling around on his back until his head was back toward the zombie heavy end of the car.  His head and his hands armed with one of his knives. He reached the end of the car but instead of meeting the zombie mob he found they had once again moved toward the easiest target.  

Sighing he reached out clipping the Achilles tendon of the nearest zombie before dragging it backwards across the pavement and under the car next to him cutting tendons and muscles as he pulled the feisty little female zombie down to his level.  Not taking a single chance on it being able to move when he was done craving it up like a side of beef.  Finally driving the tip of his blade straight through her skull, ending its second life.


Zombie count out 16
4 dead no heads (Sid)
3 quadriplegic unable to move from the neck down (Motorcyclist)
1 paraplegic severed spine  stuck on it’s back unable to flip over (Motorcyclist)
1 headless zombie (Motorcyclist)
1 lamb chops dead under the car (Motorcyclist)

6 completely dead
3 incapacitated unable to do anything but bite anyone foolish enough to get near their mouths
1 potentially able to right itself and crawl back into action
6 remain of the zombie mob 3 up 3 down



Crawling backwards down the car and pulling the zombies corpse in front of the exposed end he moved out on the side of the car crouching and pulling his other knife out.  As a new song started on the radio.





“Ah shit, whatever, I guess it’s fitting.”

He mumbled to himself as he looked over the car to see how she was fairing.  It wasn’t looking too good.  He spun, bounding up the car and jumping off the roof knives out, underhanded. Down he came onto the two zombies on her left still standing closest to him.  Backs turned he landed driving his blades into their spinal columns yanking his blades zigzag fashion downward as he dropped all the way to his knees to make the most damage while making the deepest longest cuts possible as he landed.


Zombie count out 16
4 dead no heads (Sid)
5 quadriplegic unable to move from the neck down (Motorcyclist)
1 paraplegic severed spine stuck on it’s back unable to flip over (Motorcyclist)
1 headless zombie (Motorcyclist)
1 lamb chops dead under the car (Motorcyclist.)

6 completely dead
5 incapacitated unable to do anything but bite anyone foolish enough to get near their mouths
1 potentially able to right itself and crawl back into action
4 remain of the zombie mob 1 up 3 down



They fell free of him pulling his knives with them out of his grip as they dropped on top of another still mobile crawdad zombie

Morton Dewolski wrote:Huff, huff, huff.  Holy Shit!  That did not go as planned.  My god I was not expecting that at all!  No… NOT AS PLANNED AT ALL!  What the fuck just happened!  He was thinking while catching his breath, he needed to review what had gone down only a few moments before while he lay staring upwards.


Zombie count out 16
2 dead no heads (Sid)
3 quadriplegic unable to move from the neck down (Motorcyclist)
1 paraplegic severed spine  stuck on it’s back unable to flip over (Motorcyclist)
1 headless zombie (Motorcyclist)

3 completely dead
3 incapacitated unable to do anything but bite anyone foolish enough to get near their mouths
1 potentially able to right itself and crawl back into action
9 remain of the zombie mob



No no that’s not right, plus two in the midst of the zombie pile.


Zombie count out 16
4 dead no heads (Sid)
3 quadriplegic unable to move from the neck down (Motorcyclist)
1 paraplegic severed spine  stuck on it’s back unable to flip over (Motorcyclist)
1 headless zombie (Motorcyclist)

5 completely dead
3 incapacitated unable to do anything but bite anyone foolish enough to get near their mouths
1 potentially able to right itself and crawl back into action
7 remain of the zombie mob 3 up 4 down



Yeah that’s more like it he thought as he huffed more out of the need to steady himself just a little bit from the scuffle so far.  Not a bite, nor scratch on him, scratch one up for biker leathers and a good solid helmet.  The same helmet that stopped his head from slamming into the ground only a moment before when the zombies got the drop on him through sheer numbers.  

It was clearly not his finest moment.  Every instructor he had in martial arts would be scolding him right now for that slip up.  And he had more than enough instructors throughout his time training that he couldn’t afford to waste even the time to think about their numbers.

He hit the ground hard when the zombies had pulled him down, slipping on something, it might have been a small intestine, he didn’t have time to check when the ground suddenly came up from beneath him.  But it was his riding helmet that had saved his head from taking a much harder blow, but his instincts and training made him react head a bit fuzzy or not.  No sooner had the mob pulled him down, than he started scurrying out from beneath the zombies, none too soon as the shotgun was the next thing he heard over the zombie squads moaning sounds.

Straight under the car he squirmed without giving a second thought for the marginal amount of room he had to move around.  And that’s where he was now facing the undercarriage of the vehicle while working one of his knives free.  Glancing down his body he caught a glimpse of the zombies crawling toward the too hot female he had just stupidly been caught off guard by the sight of.  

“Can’t believe I did that.  Too hot...

Oh God I’m going to hell!”

Hey sighed deeply as he looked down his body back the way he came.  No time to think about it, so he acted instead, wiggling around on his back until his head was back toward the zombie heavy end of the car.  His head and his hands armed with one of his knives. He reached the end of the car but instead of meeting the zombie mob he found they had once again moved toward the easiest target.  

Sighing he reached out clipping the Achilles tendon of the nearest zombie before dragging it backwards across the pavement and under the car next to him cutting tendons and muscles as he pulled the feisty little female zombie down to his level.  Not taking a single chance on it being able to move when he was done craving it up like a side of beef.  Finally driving the tip of his blade straight through her skull, ending its second life.


Zombie count out 16
4 dead no heads (Sid)
3 quadriplegic unable to move from the neck down (Motorcyclist)
1 paraplegic severed spine  stuck on it’s back unable to flip over (Motorcyclist)
1 headless zombie (Motorcyclist)
1 lamb chops dead under the car (Motorcyclist)

6 completely dead
3 incapacitated unable to do anything but bite anyone foolish enough to get near their mouths
1 potentially able to right itself and crawl back into action
6 remain of the zombie mob 2 up 4 down



Crawling backwards down the car and pulling the zombies corpse in front of the exposed end he moved out on the side of the car crouching and pulling his other knife out.  As a new song started on the radio.





“Ah shit, whatever, I guess it’s fitting.”

He mumbled to himself as he looked over the car to see how she was fairing.  It wasn’t looking too good.  He spun, bounding up the car and jumping off the roof knives out, underhanded. Down he came onto the two zombies on her left still standing closest to him.  Backs turned he landed driving his blades into their spinal columns yanking his blades zigzag fashion downward as he dropped all the way to his knees to make the most damage while making the deepest longest cuts possible as he landed.


Zombie count out 16
4 dead no heads (Sid)
5 quadriplegic unable to move from the neck down (Motorcyclist)
1 paraplegic severed spine stuck on it’s back unable to flip over (Motorcyclist)
1 headless zombie (Motorcyclist)
1 lamb chops dead under the car (Motorcyclist.)

6 completely dead
5 incapacitated unable to do anything but bite anyone foolish enough to get near their mouths
1 potentially able to right itself and crawl back into action
4 remain of the zombie mob 2 up 2 down



They fell free of him pulling his knives with them out of his grip as they dropped on top of another still mobile crawdad zombie

Sid did not see her helmeted savior as soon as the zombies fell over from the blast of her scattergun, but his presence was felt as he dragged a zombie under the sedan she had previously made use of! "What the hell?! A quick little varmint you are!" She blurted, pumping the shotgun turning it to the next two zombies before he leapt out and slammed knives into the back of their necks and into the thick of their backs! She lowered the shotgun, and yanked free the handgun from the belt with her right hand, flipping off the safety and held it out with one hand, pointing past the helmeted young man and lowered it.

BANG!

The handgun's slide rocked back, her hand jerking somewhat as the 9mm round pierced the skull of the zombie that was about to right itself back up! She looked back to him, nodding. "Thanks for the assistance... you have any idea what's going on around here?" She asked as she looked about, noting many of the zombies who could crawl yet were dragging themselves towards them yet. Given the severity of the situation, she didn't want to expend more bullets or shells than she needed to so she didn't turn the gun on them...yet.

Zombie count out 16
4 dead no heads (Sid)
1 dead hole in the head (Sid)
5 quadriplegic unable to move from the neck down (Motorcyclist)
1 paraplegic severed spine stuck on it’s back unable to flip over (Motorcyclist)
1 headless zombie (Motorcyclist)
1 lamb chops dead under the car (Motorcyclist.)

7 completely dead
5 incapacitated unable to do anything but bite anyone foolish enough to get near their mouths
1 potentially able to right itself and crawl back into action
3 remain of the zombie mob 1 up 2 down


The bullet buried itself into the zombie trying to stand back up near him, leaving only 3 functional threats.  He knelt pulling his knives free of the zombie’s backs stabbing each in the head before finishing off the third caught beneath them with a stab into its helpless head.


Zombie count out 16
4 dead no heads (Sid)
1 dead hole in the head (Sid)
5/2 dead quadriplegic unable to move from the neck down (Motorcyclist)
1 paraplegic severed spine stuck on it’s back unable to flip over (Motorcyclist)
1 headless zombie (Motorcyclist)
1 lamb chops dead under the car (Motorcyclist.)
1 buried and dead

10 completely dead
3 incapacitated unable to do anything but bite anyone foolish enough to get near their mouths
1 potentially able to right itself and crawl back into action
2 remain of the zombie mob 1 up 1 down



He stood back up looking around there were the four he left not dead but incapacitated and then one crawling toward the girl.  This one he walked toward dropping a knee into its back before running it through ear to ear.   Pulling the knife out he shook his head glancing back at the red headed woman for a moment he held up a finger saying he needed a moment.  As he walked back over to the other four he had left still wiggling.  One by one he finished them off, the thick cop and three buddies.  Each one he put down for good, as he surveyed the area.  


Zombie count out 16
4 dead no heads (Sid)
1 dead hole in the head (Sid)
5/5 dead quadriplegic unable to move from the neck down (Motorcyclist)
1/1 dead paraplegic severed spine stuck on it’s back unable to flip over (Motorcyclist)
1 headless zombie (Motorcyclist)
1 lamb chops dead under the car (Motorcyclist.)
1 buried and dead
1 crawdad zombie dead

15 completely dead
1 remain of the zombie mob 1 up 0 down



Quietly he turned back toward the red headed woman, walking slowly while looking around, something didn’t seem right, he was pretty sure that was all of them that he had seen, but then again, something was off in his count he was sure of it.  Either way he cleaned his knives off on the cleanest piece of cloth he could find before resheathing them, he figured he’d clean them properly later when there was time.  

Walk started back toward the red head while removing his helmet, he was about to speak when he got it off of his head.  But his eyes caught what he had doubted only a moment before the second cop!  Without thinking he reached back with his right hand, drawing and releasing his blade with a single smooth practiced motion.

“SHIT!”

The blade cut through the air and the distinct in a mere moment, but it felt like an eternity as he watched the blade soar.  Though he didn’t remain still, he ran replacing his helmet back on his head both hands reaching out to pull and push her behind him as he charged by her.   Jumping up he came down knees first into the second cop zombie’s chest driving him to the ground, while following through with a very solid headbutt which crushed the zombie’s head between the helmet and the pavement as the double impact happened.

Rolling onto his back he pulled his knife free of the zombie’s right hand as he dismounted with one final thrust for good measure through its ear into the brain of the zombie.


Zombie count out 16
4 dead no heads (Sid)
1 dead hole in the head (Sid)
5/5 dead quadriplegic unable to move from the neck down (Motorcyclist)
1/1 dead paraplegic severed spine stuck on it’s back unable to flip over (Motorcyclist)
1 headless zombie (Motorcyclist)
1 lamb chops dead under the car (Motorcyclist.)
1 buried and dead
1 crawdad zombie dead
1 from behind dead



16 completely dead


For a moment he lay there before sitting up, and pulling the cops gun and belt free after unbuckling it.  Removing his helmet he surveyed the area.

“God that’s fucked.”

He was trying very hard to look anywhere but at the red head, she had already caused him great shame for losing concentration on the fighting that could have ended with both of them a part of the living dead.

“What was that you were saying before?”

He asked as he turns off the headphones that he had been listening to the whole time, pulling them off of his ears as he finally turned to look at her having made sure that every body else was good and fucking dead twice.  His eyes kept moving though never stopping or making eye contact with hers, he just couldn’t bring himself to do it without the tinted glass of his helmet between them.

“I couldn’t hear a thing you were saying?  How long has this shit been going on here?”

Morton Dewolski wrote:Zombie count out 16
4 dead no heads (Sid)
1 dead hole in the head (Sid)
5 quadriplegic unable to move from the neck down (Motorcyclist)
1 paraplegic severed spine stuck on it’s back unable to flip over (Motorcyclist)
1 headless zombie (Motorcyclist)
1 lamb chops dead under the car (Motorcyclist.)

7 completely dead
5 incapacitated unable to do anything but bite anyone foolish enough to get near their mouths
1 potentially able to right itself and crawl back into action
3 remain of the zombie mob 1 up 2 down


The bullet buried itself into the zombie trying to stand back up near him, leaving only 3 functional threats.  He knelt pulling his knives free of the zombie’s backs stabbing each in the head before finishing off the third caught beneath them with a stab into its helpless head.


Zombie count out 16
4 dead no heads (Sid)
1 dead hole in the head (Sid)
5/2 dead quadriplegic unable to move from the neck down (Motorcyclist)
1 paraplegic severed spine stuck on it’s back unable to flip over (Motorcyclist)
1 headless zombie (Motorcyclist)
1 lamb chops dead under the car (Motorcyclist.)
1 buried and dead

10 completely dead
3 incapacitated unable to do anything but bite anyone foolish enough to get near their mouths
1 potentially able to right itself and crawl back into action
2 remain of the zombie mob 1 up 1 down



He stood back up looking around there were the four he left not dead but incapacitated and then one crawling toward the girl.  This one he walked toward dropping a knee into its back before running it through ear to ear.   Pulling the knife out he shook his head glancing back at the red headed woman for a moment he held up a finger saying he needed a moment.  As he walked back over to the other four he had left still wiggling.  One by one he finished them off, the thick cop and three buddies.  Each one he put down for good, as he surveyed the area.  


Zombie count out 16
4 dead no heads (Sid)
1 dead hole in the head (Sid)
5/5 dead quadriplegic unable to move from the neck down (Motorcyclist)
1/1 dead paraplegic severed spine stuck on it’s back unable to flip over (Motorcyclist)
1 headless zombie (Motorcyclist)
1 lamb chops dead under the car (Motorcyclist.)
1 buried and dead
1 crawdad zombie dead

15 completely dead
1 remain of the zombie mob 1 up 0 down



Quietly he turned back toward the red headed woman, walking slowly while looking around, something didn’t seem right, he was pretty sure that was all of them that he had seen, but then again, something was off in his count he was sure of it.  Either way he cleaned his knives off on the cleanest piece of cloth he could find before resheathing them, he figured he’d clean them properly later when there was time.  

Walk started back toward the red head while removing his helmet, he was about to speak when he got it off of his head.  But his eyes caught what he had doubted only a moment before the second cop!  Without thinking he reached back with his right hand, drawing and releasing his blade with a single smooth practiced motion.

“SHIT!”

The blade cut through the air and the distinct in a mere moment, but it felt like an eternity as he watched the blade soar.  Though he didn’t remain still, he ran replacing his helmet back on his head both hands reaching out to pull and push her behind him as he charged by her.   Jumping up he came down knees first into the second cop zombie’s chest driving him to the ground, while following through with a very solid headbutt which crushed the zombie’s head between the helmet and the pavement as the double impact happened.

Rolling onto his back he pulled his knife free of the zombie’s right hand as he dismounted with one final thrust for good measure through its ear into the brain of the zombie.


Zombie count out 16
4 dead no heads (Sid)
1 dead hole in the head (Sid)
5/5 dead quadriplegic unable to move from the neck down (Motorcyclist)
1/1 dead paraplegic severed spine stuck on it’s back unable to flip over (Motorcyclist)
1 headless zombie (Motorcyclist)
1 lamb chops dead under the car (Motorcyclist.)
1 buried and dead
1 crawdad zombie dead
1 from behind dead



16 completely dead


For a moment he lay there before sitting up, and pulling the cops gun and belt free after unbuckling it.  Removing his helmet he surveyed the area.

“God that’s fucked.”

He was trying very hard to look anywhere but at the red head, she had already caused him great shame for losing concentration on the fighting that could have ended with both of them a part of the living dead.

“What was that you were saying before?”

He asked as he turns off the headphones that he had been listening to the whole time, pulling them off of his ears as he finally turned to look at her having made sure that every body else was good and fucking dead twice.  His eyes kept moving though never stopping or making eye contact with hers, he just couldn’t bring himself to do it without the tinted glass of his helmet between them.

“I couldn’t hear a thing you were saying?  How long has this shit been going on here?”

"Shhhit." Sid cursed, sliding the handgun back into its holster, as she took two of the three remaining shotshells she hadn't yet loaded from her denim vest and slid them through the loading gait under the shotgun. "I guess that means you're just as clueless about everything as me..." she replied, carefully stepping over the zombies which lay across the asphalt. "Well... thanks for the help. I appreciate it. Name's Sid, and you are, friend?" She asked, holding out her arm to shake his hand. She noted he was looking about, just in case anything else was going to show up and try to attack them, and she was doing her best to do the same, but figured she'd best make fast friends with the knife wielding biker. For all she knew, he could be a knife toting maniac as he clearly had no qualms cutting up these poor fuckers, but she'd take a knife wielding psycho over someone rotting and trying to eat her flesh any day!

He was cleaning his blades off on the only clean bit of cloth he could find, the cops pant leg ironically enough as she spoke up.  


“Well…  thanks for the help.  I appreciate it.  Name’s Sid, and you are, friend?”


Her hand reached out to him and he stopped what he had been doing, most of the way through cleaning both of his blades he stopped dead like a deer in the headlights.  She was talking to him, she was looking at him, her eyes coming to him, locking on to his eyes.   They were coming face to face and he blinked looking at her hand, stuck in the middle of the automatic motion of cleaning his blades off to preserve them.  His brain was going blank as all the things that had been there only a few minutes early had just evaporated with those few words.


She was speaking to him and his face was going completely blank, eyes trying to look away, to look anywhere but into hers.  But it wasn’t working. He had to look, he had too.  He just had to look into her eyes and see her, to see if…


Urgh…


Bolting to his feet he stumbled past her and hurried around the back end of the car out of sight, well, as out of sight as he could be given their circumstances.




URGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




He began coughing and dry heaving, gulping for air between gags and spitting.  Oh god he moaned inside his head trying not to make himself sound as pathetic as he knew he must look right in that moment.  He was going to throw up, well he would have if he didn’t have an empty stomach from the long bike ride from Louisiana.  A very long bike ride, which he continued to take through a very scenic route, east north and back south into Raccoon City many hours after he could have arrived in all his nervousness.  


UUURRGHHH!!!!!!


God just threw up, anything, anything at all he pleaded inside his head as he held the back of one hand to his mouth and the other against the car for support.  God it hadn’t hit him until he was about to take her hand and shake it.  How many people did he just cut up like yesterday’s butchered meat?


UURRRGHHHHH COUGH COUGH COURRGHHHH!

Morton Dewolski wrote:He was cleaning his blades off on the only clean bit of cloth he could find, the cops pant leg ironically enough as she spoke up.  


“Well…  thanks for the help.  I appreciate it.  Name’s Sid, and you are, friend?”


Her hand reached out to him and he stopped what he had been doing, most of the way through cleaning both of his blades he stopped dead like a deer in the headlights.  She was talking to him, she was looking at him, her eyes coming to him, locking on to his eyes.   They were coming face to face and he blinked looking at her hand, stuck in the middle of the automatic motion of cleaning his blades off to preserve them.  His brain was going blank as all the things that had been there only a few minutes early had just evaporated with those few words.


She was speaking to him and his face was going completely blank, eyes trying to look away, to look anywhere but into hers.  But it wasn’t working. He had to look, he had too.  He just had to look into her eyes and see her, to see if…


Urgh…


Bolting to his feet he stumbled past her and hurried around the back end of the car out of sight, well, as out of sight as he could be given their circumstances.




URGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




He began coughing and dry heaving, gulping for air between gags and spitting.  Oh god he moaned inside his head trying not to make himself sound as pathetic as he knew he must look right in that moment.  He was going to throw up, well he would have if he didn’t have an empty stomach from the long bike ride from Louisiana.  A very long bike ride, which he continued to take through a very scenic route, east north and back south into Raccoon City many hours after he could have arrived in all his nervousness.  


UUURRGHHH!!!!!!


God just threw up, anything, anything at all he pleaded inside his head as he held the back of one hand to his mouth and the other against the car for support.  God it hadn’t hit him until he was about to take her hand and shake it.  How many people did he just cut up like yesterday’s butchered meat?


UURRRGHHHHH COUGH COUGH COURRGHHHH!

Watching the young man belch out his stomach was rough, even for a hardened bitch like Sid. She would have otherwise told anyone else to 'suck it up buttercup', but given this guy was kinda badass-

A warm hand at the back of the young man's neck, rubbing tenderly as she hunkered down beside him. "...are you okay?" Sidney Kate Dixon asked, blushing. Something awakened deep inside that unapproachable briar patch of massive thorns; something soft, warm... fuzzy~

She blinked her big brown eyes, batting her lidded long lashes~

"Just breathe... in.... and out... don't try and force it out if you got nothin' to give, partner." She smiled warmly. "Dry heavin' hurts like a bitch, so just concentrate on breathin', as I said, name's Sid." She winked.

It was all blurry while he was trying not to lose his lunch… the one he had the day before.  So yeah nothing was going to come up and he was having a hell of a time trying to get his breathing normal, he was two small steps from panicking and freaking the fuck out.

He caught only half of what she said to him, his ears were stuffed from all dry heaving, but he caught her name again.  Of course it was Sid, he could have guessed the moment he rounded the corner and saw a small girlish figure.  His body spasmed a little but at least he wasn’t heaving this time.  Her hand though, on the back of his neck, was sending an entirely different spasm through his body.  Cold chills, you know the ones you get, when something is really nice, and it strikes that cord with you that screams out YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!.

His shoulders and back just went limp under her touch.  He relaxed, and he wasn’t exactly sure which part of it he was liking more.

“Yeah, yeah.  Sid… Roman.”

He said as he tilted his head backwards to look up at her.  It was something he felt he had to do, to just look up at her even if it was in such an awkward moment and way.  His mouth was half open and only halfway to a smile as he said his name finding her eyes, her name kind of lingering on his lips before he said his.  He was looking into her eyes by this point, though his back was to her.  Roman Kenneth DeLuka, was gazing intently at her, not sure what exactly he was thinking or feeling other than, it just felt kind of oddly perfect in that moment, looking up at her like that.  

Softly he could hear a song starting to play through his headphones as they hung around his neck.  He could have sworn he had turned the radio off though...

Morton Dewolski wrote:It was all blurry while he was trying not to lose his lunch… the one he had the day before.  So yeah nothing was going to come up and he was having a hell of a time trying to get his breathing normal, he was two small steps from panicking and freaking the fuck out.

He caught only half of what she said to him, his ears were stuffed from all dry heaving, but he caught her name again.  Of course it was Sid, he could have guessed the moment he rounded the corner and saw a small girlish figure.  His body spasmed a little but at least he wasn’t heaving this time.  Her hand though, on the back of his neck, was sending an entirely different spasm through his body.  Cold chills, you know the ones you get, when something is really nice, and it strikes that cord with you that screams out YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!.

His shoulders and back just went limp under her touch.  He relaxed, and he wasn’t exactly sure which part of it he was liking more.

“Yeah, yeah.  Sid… Roman.”

He said as he tilted his head backwards to look up at her.  It was something he felt he had to do, to just look up at her even if it was in such an awkward moment and way.  His mouth was half open and only halfway to a smile as he said his name finding her eyes, her name kind of lingering on his lips before he said his.  He was looking into her eyes by this point, though his back was to her.  Roman Kenneth DeLuka, was gazing intently at her, not sure what exactly he was thinking or feeling other than, it just felt kind of oddly perfect in that moment, looking up at her like that.  

Softly he could hear a song starting to play through his headphones as they hung around his neck.  He could have sworn he had turned the radio off though...

"Roman, huh?" Sid replied, rubbing his neck gently to calm down her savior as he proceeded to look up into her eyes. "Well, you saved my life back there, I owe you! I need to ask though, do you have any idea what the hell is going on around here? First it was a... well, you wouldn't believe it if I told you. Then, these guys came out in droves!" She says, her eyes leaving his as she looked over the corpses. "Zombies? Like, straight out of a Creature Feature? What the fuck man?" She sighed, shaking her head.

"I'm not even from around here."

Sighing just a little he closes his eyes for a moment, contemplating who to explain his reasons for being there.  His eyes were sore and tired, it felt good to close them even if it would only be for a mere moment.  Sid's hands were a welcome distraction easing some of the tension out of him.

"At least there were no damn Shriekers to go with Monstro the jumping Graboid back there..."

Science Fiction movie reference, he kept his eyes closed while he spoke, he was starting to sound like one of those weird Star Trek fans talking about scifi movies and the like.

"Somebody needs to tell the Crypt Keeper that Kevin Bacon movies shouldn't be brought to life."

Sighing again he shrugged as her hands still worked their magic.  But he opened his eyes all the same.  Just looking up at Sid.

"I have no idea what is going on here.  I just came to town to take care of some... family business.  I was actually half asleep off the side of the road when I heard something big and loud.  I figure it must have been that giant ass Graboid looking thing.  Almost made a Flapjack out of me too.  Saw somebody make it out over the gate on the other side of that scrapyard not a moment before it nearly squashed me.  I'm guessing that was you seeing as nobody else looks as good as...

I mean there's nobody else here alive and normal, bea."

Words not work well, come wrong out right they do.  He stopped for a moment, he felt like he was rambling on, and it didn't make any sense.  He shouldn't be tripping over his words considering.  He reached up and touched the back of her head, fingers brushing gently through here hair.

Half sighing half speaking...

"Ssshhit, we shouldn't stay here."

He started to get to his feet almost spinning around as he brought his head back to a normal position.  His hands were shaking as he started to pull away from her and make sense of something anything, maybe figure out what to do.

"Fuck..

where?"

He just trailed off, arms shaking ever so slightly as an after effect of the adrenaline slowly passing out of his system. His eyes still barely able to look anywhere but at Sidney.

...Where am I?

Blinking red eyes, a gentle shift of the head from side to side. Blinking again, and looking around the environment.

Who...am I? He asked himself. Unsure how to proceed, he continues forth. Wobbling legs, the sound of something scraping behind him.

Doesn't matter I guess... my arms feel off. Damn are those my nails...? I need a trim... He thought looking down at the long talons that were once his finger and toenails. Nope... can't remember a thing. Hungry though...so... damn... hungry...

With heavy footfalls, he continues forward, the dragging sound persisting behind him as he makes his slow escape from the dark tunnel he had woken up in. There was an odd buzzing in his head, that made him nauseous, and he began to spew bile from his mouth; jaws wide, he coughs up yellow-brown fluid that seem to sizzle as it makes contact with the steel floor of the tunnel he found himself in. That's... not normal, is it? He thought before shrugging. Continuing forwards, the dragging of something leathery behind his tall body as his talon like nails clanked on the floor.

-Blackout-

Huh? Where?

He found himself now somewhere else. It was cold, and outside now. The night sky greeted him along with a silvery moon above him. ...I can't... remember. He thought, and continued to drag himself through the new, cooler area. The ground was softer, dirt wedging between his toes as he felt the warm breeze of an Indian Summer's night on his flesh. He could see lights in the distance-

-Blackout-

Wh-wah? Again? Why are I..? Where is am...? He thought, his vision blurry as his body slowly drags itself into a foggy street. The dragging, scraping of leather behind him again. The smells... both horrid and stupendous. Hungry... need... hungry... need... HuNgRy NEeEeeeeD.... His mind in shambles as he continued to drag himself through the street. An odd haze began to filter into his vision. All the color faded from his vision, desaturating rapidly as the world became black and white... save the peculiar, wispy streams that seemed to glow with various colors. Hues of purple and red slithering into the fog. Colors pretty. Grey. Bad. Need. Follow. Scent better. Like... Scent. His mind simply stated, dragging himself and following the colors. There were things around him. Unsure what they were, but almost familiar. They lay on the ground, pools of liquid that were red in a world of black and white. The red looked good too...

Then, he came to a pause. Before him, the trails of color fell to a pair of these odd creatures. The purple fell to a thin, tall figure with a slight curvaceous frame. The other, was smaller. They looked similar enough to the other creatures, but they moved whilst they didn't. Drool fell from his jaws, the rumble of his tummy evident as the creatures turned their head to him. An... odd look was upon their faces. He'd seen it before, understood it as 'fear'.

"Food." He spoke, but what came out didn't sound like a human voice. The predator taking over...
----


Roman and Sidney didn't hear the creature's approach till the grumbling of its stomach. They shakily turned to face the tall, scaly behemoth that stood a little over 10 foot tall; the beady red eyes glaring down at them as saliva dripped from its toothy maw. It opened its mouth, its jaws distending as it bellowed a low, but eerie shriek!

"RAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGHHHHHHHHH!!"



The beast resembled an upright lizard, almost reminiscent of the older depiction of a T-Rex, save it dragged a long, prehensile tail with a wasp stinger like tip made of bone at the end. It seemed to have a pair of elongated fangs that jutted from its upper jaw as well, one that opened almost impossibly wide for its appearance as saliva rained down over the pair! In a swift movement, a long, sticky appendage shot out from its massive jaws, furling around Sidney and Roman, forcing them to come together- chest to chest, before withdrawing both humans up into his slimy jaws! The pair hardly had any time to scream as the jaws closed around them; the upper teeth grinding against Roman's lower back, the lower jaw grinding against the small of Sidney's back as it held them there, pinned and suspended in the Stingjaw's slimy, accommodating maw!

The sound of something being dragged, like leather on stone gave Sidney pause. "...can you hear that?" She asked, blinking as both Roman and Sid looked at one another for a moment. Then, the sound of a rumble, like someone growling into a cauldron. Slowly, the pair turned around... and were met with a surprising sight! "What the-?!" Sidney screamed before the creature roared, cutting her off with an ear splitting shriek!

The next thing she felt was Roman's body forced against hers, the feeling of a warm, adhesive tongue and then the feeling of being lifted off her feet as this appendage continued to bind Roman and herself together! "AHHHH!-"

-CHOMP!

---

It was dark and humid, the feeling of being squished against Roman in the humid, sticky cave, the tongue rolling across her back, fang digging into her thighs while the ribbed roof pushed Roman tightly against her chest! "Acck!" Gasped the surprised woman, whose legs draped over the jaws of the monster! She kicked, only to accidentally jab Roman's knees! "S-sorry! We, we need to break free before this thing swallows!!" Sid screamed, her big brown eyes darting about in the slimy darkness, the sound of something rushing upwards making the woman concerned! She managed to yank out her Kukri, but with her wrist pinned against the scaly lips, she was unable to do much with it!