Resident Evil: Nights 2 R3member

Chapter 9: September 28, 1998

It's been a couple of minutes but everything has gone silent. You hid yourself in the cabinets as you quietly await for something to happen. The last sounds you heard were the sounds of a grown man screaming and asking God for help as his prayers were met with bloody revolt.

As you try to collect yourself and stay calm. You hear a groaning and low growl as something makes its way into the kitchen. You hold your breath as you watch a shadow pass the small crack you left yourself when you entered the cabinet. The sound of dragging sneakers make their way to you. Closer and closer, until they stop. Directly in front of you you hear the low breathing of a familiar voice. Sneaking a peak to see what it is you watch in horror as you see the waitress has become an infected. Her eye gone and all that is left is a vacant hole where you can see the inside of her skull. Scratched up and bitten into as her once beautifully tanned skin is now stark pale and veins visible as she looks around for prey. For a moment she stops and quickly looks in your direction. Thankfully you read her body movement and quickly got out of the way. You hear her ragged breathing intensify as she begins to lower herself to your position. You quickly cover your mouth and hold your knife at the ready. Her bones cracking back in place as she bends forward until she stops again. Your heartbeat races faster than it ever felt before. All the blood rushes through your body as adrenaline kicks in. The cabinet opens. And there you quickly cradle your legs out of view and get ready. The waitress now looks deeper into the cabinet, though thankfully with the wrong eye. As if not entirely aware her right eye is missing she looks around and sees nothing. Without much thought she proceeds to the dead chefs body and begins to consume his flesh. A single tear comes from your eye as you calm down a little bit. You then slowly make your way out of the cabinet and bare witness the horror of the waitress hunched over and eating the cooks dead body. The sounds of flesh being ripped of by her teeth as she chews with her mouth open as blood seeps through. You almost gag at the sight but try to remain calm. You've played enough horror games to not be too traumatized by this, but this is too much. You quietly make your way towards the infected and ready your knife. In the span of waiting for Claire and Jill you've taken advice from them to learn some self defense and some gun safety classes. They told you "In Raccoon City you don't know what to expect." You honestly didn't think they meant any of this. Opting to leave you sneak past the infected and make your way out through the cafe. As you look there is only blood and corpses sprawled about the place. Most infected and lurking. You look out towards the window to see that the outside is vacant. With no one to stop your way out you quickly escape. At first it seemed to easy, and your hand had just reached the handle until you are pulled by your ankle and fall to the ground. You turn to face what had caught you and you see one of the infected soldiers. He grabs at your leg and prepares to bite you, but you kick him in the face. To no avail, he continues his attack and almost bites you. Using your boot you lodge your heel into his mouth stopping him. You then use your knife to stab at his face. The blade piercing his eye socket as you viciously stab it. With one final thrust, you use your free leg to kick it one final time with gusto. Snapping its neck backwards and hearing the quick crack of bone echo in the cafe. If the sound of the struggle wasn't enough. The infected now aware of something amidst begin to follow the sound. You lay on the floor having killed your first human being. You feel your heartbeat racing. And your hands won't stop shaking. The fear within you overbearing your senses.

The infected find you on the ground clutching yourself and pursue. Suddenly the voice returns; "F̸͈̈e̴̗̔e̵̦͊l̴͎̂s̸̭̏ ̵͔͠ġ̷̗o̴̩͝õ̵̟ḑ̸̂ ̷̩͊d̷̨̉o̷͕͋é̸̦ş̸͑n̴̯̈'̵͙̈t̷͔̐ ̷̛̘ì̵̻t̶͈̿?̷̰͠" "K̵̰̋i̶͇͑l̴͈͝ḷ̸̽i̵͎͝n̸̡͗g̶̮͌ ̷͙̎i̴̤͑s̶̞͋ ̷̣̄i̴͈͗n̴̞͘ ̷̻͠ẏ̷͔o̶͔̓u̵͘͜r̶̺̓ ̶͖̎b̵̥͛ḻ̵͂o̵͒͜o̵͕͋d̷̹̋.̷̞͆ ̸͔̔D̸̳̄ơ̷̼ ̶̪͐ṇ̴͑o̴̯͒t̷͇͋ ̶͇͂d̷͇͛e̵̛͔n̶̝͐y̴̡͋ ̴̨̂ÿ̵̳ŏ̴͉u̴̼͒r̵̡͌ ̸̢̉t̴͈͒r̸̘̓u̶͌ͅḛ̶͗ ̶̣̒n̸̲͌a̷͓̿t̴̖͂u̴̦̔r̵͉̾e̷̖͛!̸͔̈́" You can hear the voice but the more it speaks the more distorted and mangled it becomes. Without time, you snap out of it by slapping your face. One infected pounces to you but you roll out of the way. "K̵̨̛i̴̦͠l̴̹͠l̶̹͂ ̶̩͗K̴͚͛i̷̺̾l̷̪͝l̶̙͂ ̵͆͜K̶̰̆i̸̜̚l̵̫̈́l̶̂͜ ̴̡̇K̶̫͛i̷͚͗l̴̘͘l̷͓͊ ̵̫͒K̶̥̅ĩ̷̞l̷̫̀l̷̦̐ ̷̹̿K̵͚̐i̶̙͒l̷̥̚l̴͕͝ ̴̜͒K̸̬͐i̸͙̓l̸̢̾l̶̻͝ ̷̤̄K̵̡͆ī̵̡l̸͇̐ľ̵͉ ̶̭̾K̴̟̏i̵̗͠l̶̲͊l̸͈̑ ̵̨͝K̸̗͠ï̴͓l̵̻͑l̵̪͂ ̴̣̂K̸̮̍ì̶̳l̴̦͘l̸̂ͅ ̷̓ͅK̸̪̈́i̴̞͛l̷̘̇l̷̰̈́ ̸̼͘K̵̜͋ị̷͝l̶͓̂l̷͈̽ ̵͉͘K̴̤̈i̸̙̚l̷̢̃l̴̬͂ ̵̼͋K̵̜̿ị̸̚l̴̖͠l̴̗͒ ̵̯́K̴̰͠ȋ̵̲l̶͎̋l̸̖̇ ̵̫̀K̶̰͑i̵̻͛ḷ̶͛l̷̨̽ ̴̬̑K̶͖̈i̴̻͌l̵͈͌ľ̶͍ ̴̩͑K̶̺̚î̸͎ļ̵̄l̶̨̃ ̷̪͛K̶͍͒i̵͉̊l̷̠͌l̸̗̑ ̸̭̌K̵͇̐ǐ̸̝l̴͇͆l̸̟̅ ̵̭̃K̸͚̃i̵͎͝l̸̜͠l̸̞͘ ̶̢͂K̸͈̅ị̴̎ḷ̸͐l̴̈́͜ ̶̩̂K̴̫̈́ǐ̶͉l̸̼̃l̴̝͂ ̵̳̿Ḳ̵͝i̶̜͝l̸̦͛l̵͚̄ ̶͌͜K̴̹̃ḯ̶̳l̷̘̎l̴͚͋!" Without realizing it you had stabbed the infected in the side of his head and pull it with ease. You look to the oncoming infected and try to calm down. The voice in your mind continues to applaud your efforts, asking for more blood. You relent and turn to run. Only to be surrounded by the last of the diners infected. You look down to see the sprawled guns on the ground and begin to assess the situation. You know there are no more infected coming seeing that you kept a tab on everyone who came in and left. You see MP5's on the ground though sprawled about the place. You look at each and everyone of the infected and their positions. In a moment of silence and commitment, the voice answers "Now!" You go to stab the infected behind you to the chest and kill it with a stab to the side of its head. You then pull the knife out and throw it to the infected in front of you shortly stunning it. You grab the MP5 below you and begin to calmly remember your gun safety tips. Prepared and committed you shoot the infected sporadically not realizing you only ever shot a glock in a gun range. Never the less you persevere. You aim properly and fix your stance to better your accuracy and take down the other infected. The gunshots ringing in the diner. The more you shoot the more you can feel a darkness in you stirring as you continue your barrage. Before long you finish and see corpses sprawled around you. The guns you've used ran out of bullets and you've only got one mag left. Exhausted you take a moment to rekindle your calm, keeping yourself in check. The more you breathe, the easier it is for you to relax. You then make your way out of the diner only to see there is more chaos out in the city streets as nightfall has begun. You see buildings on fire, cars crashing, and shouts of pain followed with horrid grunts and growls. You quickly make it to your car, but you find that it is gone. What remains is shattered glass in the empty neighboring parking spot. Someone just car jacked you. Honestly your just not having it today and you decide to run back to the apartments and get to safety. You use your cell to call Claire again, but there is no answer. Running down the street you see people fighting the infected and others succumbing to their fate of dying. "What is going on and why is this happening?!?!?" You continue to ask this in your mind hoping to find an answer. With no luck.

You finally make it to the apartments and thankfully everything looks fine. Walking inside you try to find Barry and make sure he is alright. You find him inside his office watching the news. Him clutching his fists in horror with what is unfolding. You rush over to him and he is shocked to see you covered in blood and having weapons on you. "HOLY SHIT LASS WHAT HAPPENED!??!?" He quickly gets his first aid meds and clears his table with no hesitation. You tell him your fine, but he didn't take that for an answer and told you to lay down on the table. After the day you've been through you wouldn't mind relaxing after all that. So you do as your told and he begins to clean you up. He begins cleaning your wounds from the fight. And wipes away the patches of dried blood on your body to make sure there isn't any hidden cuts or abrasions. All the while you explain to him what had happened. Focused on healing you he then clears the tension of the situation with a "Well... ain't this just shit huh?" The old man can't help but laugh. Finishing the stitches he tells you to stay inside your apartments until the government handles the situation. He gives you a care package of clothes and let's you go to your room. Somehow despite all that has happened you have a bad feeling that this is only going to get worse. You looked to your phone as you enter the elevator and see if Claire had answered to you, but no luck. Makes matters worse is that now you have no car. Really at this point it's cresting dawn. Feeling exhausted you get to your room, placing the box down you get to your shower and clean yourself carefully not to mess up the stitches you just got. As you finish you get out of the shower to hear a knock at your door. You put a towel around yourself and make your way to the door. The door knocks again almost too quickly. "I'm coming, just give me a second!" You say in a hurry. Reaching your hand towards the door, you turn the knob.

Thus ends Chapter 9: September 28, 1998