Resident Evil: Unloved [ENG]

Chapter 4

Dick could do nothing but screaming at the top of his lungs, struggling to escape the madman's iron grip, but he kept biting him there twice... three times... four times, as blood gashed from both the open wound and the young man's gaped mouth.
People within the bar looked petrified before such gruesome show, each with their own separate reaction:
Cindy dropped the tray as she screamed in terror; Vince, Kevin and Liz stepped backwards; Alyssa, surprised, leaned on the wall...
But Will, the bartender, moved, forcefully grabbed the man's shoulders and yanked him back.
"Let him go! Are you nuts?! You're gonna kill him!"
The character, however, suddenly let go of Dick, who slumped on the floor, blood splashing out of his neck...
And lunged on the bartender, fiercely biting his arm.
"Argh! You bastard!" Will cried as he tried shrugging him off, but he was being worse than a bloodhound:
He just wouldn't let go.
Besides, he was amazingly powerful for a seemingly drunk man.
Dick, meanwhile, kept screaming in agony, his two other friends supporting him to stand.
Then suddenly, his screams died out and he stopped moving as well:
His mouth and eyes half-closed, his neck a bloody mess by then.
The bastard just killed him!
Kevin drew the gun from his uniform's holster, aiming at the aggressor, who was still biting Will's arm.
"OK, that's enough! Let him go, NOW!"
"Isn't this easier?!" Vince asked as he swiftly moved, grabbing one of the knives on the table...
And stabbing the back of the psycho's head.
The strange man choked on his gasps and let out grotesque gurgling sounds as a bloody yet slimy liquid oozed out of his neck and mouth...
The he crumpled on the floor like a rag doll.
Will, positively shaken, his forehead sweating due to pain, clenched his teeth and leaned on one of the walls, slowly sitting on the floor as he held his bleeding arm.
"God... you killed him!" Alyssa cried, out of breath.
Meg was so scared she was on the verge of hyperventilating, so she loosened her uniform's ribbon so she can get more hair as she took out irregular breaths.
"Well, at least I can add something to the report to lessen your sentence." Liz remarked as she checked the man Archer just killed, moving him with her boot.
The man's corpse was turned around, showing a fiendish, toothless grin, not to mention a wrinkled, festering face and lifeless, bloodshot eyes.
"What's gotten into him? He doesn't even look... human." Alyssa remarked as she glimpsed the dead man.
He looked like he had been dead for a long time, not just because of how rotten his flesh looked, but also due to his horrible stench.
If it weren't possible, calling him a bona-fide undead would have been fair.
"I thought these beings were just featured in horror flicks! Are we sure he just wasn't on drugs?" Vince asked.
"I dunno, but there's something worse going on here." Kevin replied while bending to check whether Dick was still alive with his two friends. "He bit a kid to death."
"Shit... shit... SHIT!" Tyler kept swearing, his eyes transfixed on his friend's corpse as he held a vomiting Meg's shoulders.
Cindy, on her hand, flung herself on her co-worker and friend Will, who was trying to take calm breaths so he could withstand the pain on his arm.
"Will... Will, hang in there!" Cindy shouted, helping her friend as she could; "Boss! The first aid kit!"
"It's upstairs!" Jack, the manager, replied as he came out from behind the counter, a revolver in his hand:
A Smith & Wesson 29, .44 Magnum.
"Fuck..." Vince mumbled...
Before glimpsing the still opened entrance door.
Then he widened his eyes for half second:
Cindy was so busy stabilizing Will she didn't notice more people were approaching to enter, moving and moaning in a similar fashion to that demented man he just killed.
"Cindy, the door!"
With no second thought, Vince dove on it to close it and then lock it, so that no one could open it again.
Then, something started banging violently on the door, so violently to make a hellish ruckus, accompanied by background grunting and moaning.
"STAY AWAY FROM THE WINDOWS!" Liz shouted, noticing someone moving behind the glass.
"Wha-?"
Alyssa faced the window..
And jolted backwards when she saw another one of those psychos' face sticking on it and gazing at her, as he repeatedly banged his hands on the glass, leaving bloody handprints on its surface.
"This isn't happening! This is NOT happening!" one of the kids who came with Dick sobbed, a slim guy with a stub and sloppy clothes.
"Don't just stand there!" Vince shouted as he blocked the door with his back to make sure it wasn't knocked down; "Use something to make a barricade!"


The most sound-minded, despite the situation, moved tables and chairs to try and block every single fissure those psychopaths could come in from.
By the door, Kevin started pushing the two jugs that were used as tables.
"Watch it! There's my work there!" Alyssa cried, taking the small laptop sitting on one of the casks.
"Look, if we don't do something to stop those things, you'll have to worry about more than your silly little story!" the policeman retorted.
"I doubt this will slow'em down for good... whatever they are." Vince commented...
Then, he noticed how Tyler's group looked way too petrified to do anything at all.
"Yo, Jack!" Kevin shouted at the owner, who was putting a wooden plank in front of one of the windows; "What's upstairs?! Can we get to the rooftop?"
"What are you talking about?! We'd be trapped anyway!" Alyssa scolded him.
"Still better than staying here..." Cindy commented after wrapping Will's wound as good as she could with wet napkins, then trying to help him standing.
Jack moved at the same time, answering Kevin's previous question:
"There's the staff zone, the wine cellar and the staircase to the rooftop!"
"C'mon then! Everyone, get upstairs!" Liz cried.
Kevin, at the same time, ran straight to the bar's backdoor, and tried opening it right away...
But it was locked.
"Who has this joint's keys?"
"If you're patient enough..." Jack answered back as he dug into his uniform's pocket for the keys.
"Hurry! They're getting impatient out there!" Alyssa yelled, her finger pointing to the barred windows, which were assaulted by other citizen-disguised monstrosities.
"I said hold on a sec-!"
"Oh my god, Dick!"
On the other side of the bar, Tyler and his other two friends saw something overwhelming:
Dick's body resumed shaking, and the dead boy snapped his eyes open, looking around.
"Fuck, bro! We thought you were a goner!" the slim kid in the bunch, Sean, cried, as the larger kid offered to help him stand up.
Tyler's heart felt relieved by his friend not being dead yet.
"Meg! See?! You'll see, we'll get to get out of here together!"
He faced Megan to cheer her up...
And saw an expression of sheer terror, eyes looking at his back.
Even Vince and Liz's faces, the two of them not too far away, were filled with shock and terror:
Dick just lunged to bite the chubby young man's face off...

*CRUNCH!*


Part of his face was mercilessly ripped away.
He couldn't even scream due to the shock and the crazy blood loss, and he pretty much died on the spot.
Facing such a horrifying, surreal scene, all Meg could do was shrieking, hands hard-pressed against her cheeks, as Tyler instinctively stepped in front of her to guard her.
It was like a waking nightmare:
They just saw a friend dying and coming back from the dead to kill another friend, two people they were just talking a few minutes earlier.
It was like one of those creepy living dead horror movies you saw at the theater and on TV taking shape in front of them.
Meg, as shocked as she was, could only wish for it to be a bad dream, and if one of those things bit her or devoured her into a bloody pulp, maybe she would have woken up at home, in her bed – and the prospect of being back didn't sound so bad compared to the ordeal they were facing.
Dick faced her and Tyler, while Sean ran away hoarsely from there, moving towards the others.
"Meg... Meg, get up. Now. We have to go." Tyler stuttered as Dick slowly stood up to maul his closest meal:
The two of them.
"It's a dream... a dream..." she repeated as she smiled nervously, her eyes wildly darting around, her body shaking madly.
Not knowing what else to do, Tyler slapped her back to her senses.
"Snap out of it! We're dead if we stay here! We need to run!" He yelled, the monster taking over Dick's body closer and closer.
In despair, Tyler shoved Meg away from what used to be Dick...
Right when the monster reached his back.
Tyler tried to escape before he could grab him...
But he couldn't stop him from biting his hand.
"TYLER!" The girl shrieked, her fear evaporating, replaced by the urge to save the young man.
Painfully clenching his teeth, he shouted her to run once again, not to worry about him, he would have caught up with her later.
Vince rushed behind Meg, a broom in his hand...
He passed by the high school girl and violently hit Dick in the face, so that he let Tyler's hand go.
The teenager fell on his knees and clenched his bleeding hand.
"Crap... SHIT!" he kept swearing, his injured limb creating crimson pools below.
"Oh my god, Tyler!" Megan cried, frightened.
"Shit... let's try to be more careful!" Liz yelled.
Noticing how the monster looking like Dick was standing up in a slow, awkward fashion, his head still close to the floor, the policewoman decided to kick him right into the skull.
The impact between the floor and Liz's boot mashed the boy's head like a watermelon.
That grotesque scene caused the girl to cover her own eyes, and she was just about to puke due to terror and disgust.
"Come on, stand up!" Vince scolded her and grabbed her hand, while Cindy rushed to heal Tyler as good as she could; "Barricades won't stop more of them from coming forever."
"Come on, now... it will be al right..." The waitress whispered with maternal care to young Tyler, who kept moaning and panting in a great deal of pain.
"Liz... where's my gun?" Vince asked; "Still in the car?"
"Luckily not... I kept it in my pants side pocket, here!"
O'Connel took Vince's Glock .17 out of a holster, and threw it right in his hands.
Vince grabbed it and shoved Megan away, forcing her where everyone else was going:
In the backdoor Jack managed to open with one of the keys he had on.
"Now what? Where to?!" Alyssa asked, trying to get her eyes used to that new area's momentary darkness.
"We have no choice... we must go upstairs and get out from there... but..."
Cindy turned to the injured Will and Tyler:
They looked feverish, and it was clear their wounds were getting infected rapidly.
Vince was the last one to get through the bar door before closing it himself.
"We'll take care of it as soon as we'll be in a safer place." Kevin answered, a hand on the waitress' shoulder as he smiled.
"Upstairs, then." Jack cried, pointing to a long staircase turning right halfway.
Compared to the bar, the staircase looked like it was recently renovated, pictures on the walls to decorate the scenery.
Only one light could be seen:
Moonlight coming in from the only window facing outside.
"Okay..."
Everyone started climbing up decisively, Cindy helping out a completely pale Will who was sweating madly.
Vince stepped by the window and glimpsed the outdoors...
However, the downpour prevented him to see anything clearly.
"Hey, pal! Don't stop." Sean, the slim guy, called out; "This ain't the time to look at the scenery."
Archer annoyedly glanced at him.
"Don't order me around, kid."
Meanwhile, Megan was helping Tyler walking up the stairs.
She was worried, since she never saw him in such a pain, his face pale and sweaty, his skin colder and colder.
"I'm sorry..." she whispered, heartbroken, as he supported his arm on her shoulder; "If I just went home without bothering you, maybe..."
"Don't say that, Meg." Tyler replied as he kept walking and smiled, regardless of the pain he was enduring; "I know how your life has been so far. This is still better than going back there, c'mon..."
Liz, noticing the scene, started to feel concerned for the injured.
She walked closer to Kevin and whispered in his ear:
"You know what happened to their friend... get a round ready just in case."
"Hey... be more optimistic, will you... he might still..."
When the cop looked in her eyes, however, he realized how serious the matter was, no matter how bold he was trying to act.
"By the way... what's with the people outside?" Alyssa asked as she climbed the stairs, her laptop held tight in her arms; "They all seem like they suddenly went berserk."
"I could answer, but I saw a dead person coming back to life and doing the same thing those psychos out there are trying to do by entering in the bar." Jack remarked as he led everyone to the top floor, revolver held in his hand.
Once the door at the end of the staircase opened, the owner gestured them all to pass through.
When Jack switched the power on, they wound up inside some kind of recreation room, two sofas and a TV in the left uppermost corner, a small room on the other side with some lockers marked by the employees' names, and a table covered with paperwork and other junk next to it...
Not to mention an actual wooden shogun case on the other side, with a pump-action shotgun stored within.
"We're safe here!" Cindy merrily exclaimed, as she had Will sit on a chair.
Even Tyler, once the door was locked, dropped sitting on the floor, moaning and panting because of his fever.
Meg called him over and over, fearing he could slip away too, and desperately called for Cindy.
"Oh goodness! He's burning up! I'll try and wet some hand towels!" Lennox cried.
He slowly opened his eyes and, with tired voice, called out Megan's name, searching for the touch of her hand.
"I'm here, Tyler! Don't worry!" she said, her voice cracking,
as she gripped his ever colder hand.
"I'm scared... Meg... did you see... what happened to everyone... it will happen to me too..."
"Don't say that! Maybe it was just a coincidence! Hang in there!" she answered as she tried to comfort him.
"No... I don't want that to happen to me... I don't want to end up like those things..." he panted in agony...
Then looked at Liz and Kevin with weary eyes.
"We'll grant your final wish." Liz calmly said as she slowly took out her personal gun and put the safety off.
"Hey, what the fuck are you doing?!" Sean yelled; "You're gonna make noise! That's gonna tip those things off about us being here!"
"You want to stay here forever?" the policewoman asked.
"Wait!" Meg shrieked; "You can't do it... maybe he won't end up like the others! He can recover! Can't he?"
She looked at everyone, hoping for a positive response from them.
However, their expressions didn't hint anything positive.
"Megan, is it? Now listen, you've seen how the others ended up yourself... there's no use in hoping pointlessly." Liz answered back.
"You gotta be tough, girl. He needs it... you understand?" Kevin egged her on, his hands on her shoulders.
The girl started shedding many tears as she heard those words.
"This... isn't right... you can't..."
"Hey..."
Tyler turned to face Vince.
"You... helped me out earlier... can you do me one last favor?"
Archer nodded.
"What is it?"
"Take Megan in the next room... don't let her watch..."
"I'm not leaving!" she insisted as her voice cracked; "I'm staying here with him, I won't leave him! I can't..."
She put a hand on her mouth and quietly sobbed.
"Please, take her away..."
Vince sighed.
"As you wish."
Without further ado, he took Megan's arm and dragged her in the next room, where Jack, the owner, was the only one who entered a few minutes earlier.
She kept protesting and kicking, refusing to leave the young man in his final moments, her voice painfully calling out his name as she was forced to leave the room.
Once she was out of their sight, Elizabeth pointed her gun at Tyler's forehead.
"This is a modified Samurai Edge, made to shoot 40mm rounds, your agony will end in a handful of seconds, and you won't turn into one of them."
The boy didn't say a word:
He just let out a muffled moan...
Before losing consciousness and let his head fall limp on his shoulder.
Kevin gazed at the co-worker, as to ask her if she was OK with it.
"Hey-Hey! You serious?! You all nuts or something?!" Sean cried out loud, his hands in his hair as he turned pale.
"Pull yourself together, kid, your friend is about to become an undead, like the bartender Cindy's nursing... I just want to reduce casualties!" Liz coldly answered.
Panicking, Sean rushed out of the room to head down below, screaming in a high-pitched, goofy voice in the process.
"That's for the best..."
The policewoman then pulled the trigger all the way...

*BANG!*


Shooting right at Tyler's forehead.
The bullet's shock made him roll on the floor immediately after, smearing the wall with a huge amount of blood.
It was lucky for the boy to be unconscious, since it allowed him to go in a relatively peaceful fashion.
"There's something way messed up about this." Kevin mumbled, his eyes transfixed on Will, who was on the verge of losing consciousness himself due to the spasms.
"Will! WILL! Stay awake, Will! You'll be alright!"
Cindy was trying her best to keep her wits and her smile, despite the situation being tragic, but has she pointlessly tried to help her dying co-worker, her head got empty from any kind of thought.
"Don't give up... you can't give up! Will... please... You... you can't..."
The blond waitress' voice cracked more and more before her smiled turned into sheer dejection.
Kevin stepped closer to comfort her and slowly pulled her away from her co-worker and friend.
"Let's go to the next room, Cindy... This is no nice view." He urged her, yet not forcing her.
Alyssa clenched her teeth as she saw Liz walking towards the bartender to put him out of his misery, and followed Kevin and Cindy.
The last thing they heard as the door closed was the violent banging of gunfire echoing throughout the building.