ꜰᴇᴀʀꜱ (ᴸᵉᵒⁿ ᴷᵉⁿⁿᵉᵈʸ ˣ ᴿᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ)

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 4

Once inside, there was a door locked with chains. Luckily, he had brought the bolt cutters with him and cut off the chain. He reloaded the gun and pushed open the door. The sight was horrific. At least 5 zombies were lying on the ground, all covered in blood. He immediately closed the door behind him and slowly walked forward.

The zombies looked dead, when he got closer, he saw bullet wounds. The entry holes were quite large, must have been a caliber with a lot of force and rotation to tear such a hole in a skull. So, someone was here. Of course someone was here, he immediately thought, stupid. Maybe there were still many people here, but he didn't know whether he should be happy, because in the end he needed a sample of the virus and no people around to hinder him. "Hello?" he called into the dark hallway. Nothing came back, so he walked forward, happy to be alone.


After a while the corridor ended. Suddenly there was a bang in the room next to him. He armed his weapon, put his finger on the trigger and quietly opened the door. There was a rustling noise inside, as if someone was rustling through files. It was definitely a zombie that got caught in something in this room. 

He finally entered the room completely and slowly let the door slide shut. And actually, a zombie was kneeling on the ground and fiddling with boxes. There was probably a mouse, or something caught in the boxes and because those shitty things want more on the menu than just humans, today it's apparently for the sake of variety, mouse. "Hey, you asshole," he shouted as he crept close enough to the zombie to finish him off with one clean shot. The zombie lady's clothes weren't as rotten and dirty as the others, she must have been newly infected. Only recently dead. The hair was still full and looked clean. Blonde curls, no blood, dirt, or anything else in the hair. Almost a shame. 

The zombie lady had stopped fiddling and suddenly did something that took his breath away. She raised her arms. Both arms next to her head. He stepped back, confused. "I'm human," shouted the zombie, which turned out not to be a zombie. A stone fell from his heart. "Hey, unbelievable one more life-" he started, but a punch landed in his face. The woman had jumped up in a flash and punched him. He staggered back and the mysterious creature tried to run past him. "You can forget about that, you bitch," he shouted and grabbed her by the hair. She screamed, but suppressed it, apparently, she also knew what situation they were in. He dragged her to the floor and sat on her with his bleeding nose. He pinned her arms to the floor next to her head and his eyes flashed angrily. But what he saw didn't meet his expectations at all. His gaze softened, first of all because her face was soft and colorful and not a mixture of blood, teeth, and gaping flesh. Her eyes weren't white either, but gray.

Luckily, just don't white.

You could even lose yourself in gray eyes when everything else you saw all day was dead and white. The woman, no, the girl, turned angrily and tried to wiggle out from under him. "What are you looking so stupid for, asshole," she snapped, wrenching her hands under his weight. He really had his hands full to ensure that she didn't escape him. "Stop moving," he said angrily, trying to place his legs on top of hers so that she would stop flailing. "Let me go," she hissed again. "If I let you go, will you promise that you won't run away?" he asked hopefully, because he didn't want to kill her, it felt so good to have real, warm, living flesh in his arms and not to fight with dead, hissing flesh. She said nothing and just stared at him angrily, even seeming to seethe.

"Promise me you won't run away, and I'll let you go," he said again and loosened his grip. "I'm one of the good ones," he said and had to laugh inside, because everyone alive was now one of the good ones. "I didn't want to kill you, I just thought you were a zombie," he said and slowly let go of her hands. "Please stay here, we can get out of here together," he whispered very calmly. The young woman still looked at him angrily and supported herself. "Get off me," she snapped. "I'm sorry," he said, feeling bad for pinning her down like that, he didn't even know how old she was and didn't want to be gross. 

She slowly got up and only then did he realize the pain in his shoulder that he had just ignored with the whole situation. He noticed that more blood was flowing again, and he prayed it wouldn't drip onto the floor and tell her that he was weak and battered. The young woman got back to her feet and wiped her T-Shirt straight. "You're crazy to just attack me like that," he suddenly said. "You're pointing a gun at me, Mr. Officer," she mocked, turning her back to him. "I thought you were a zombie! Caution is in order, don't you think?" he threw back, annoyed. "Still, holding on to me like I'm a danger to the country, you've seen that I'm human," she hissed, and her eyes flashed.
"You hit me you crazy bitch!"

"Don't call me a bitch," she almost shouted and seemed about to attack him. "What kind of cop are you? Pointing guns at random people," she shouted ironically and walked towards him.

A cop? He thought. Ah yes, that's right, he had put on the RPD uniform, he was now a cop.

 "That's right, I'm a cop and you should listen to me if you want to live," he threatened and put his hand back on his gun. "Ahh okay I get it, now were threatening! Who do you think you fucking are?" she shouted and stopped short in front of him. "No one, I just want to fucking survive!" he hissed and grabbed her by the collar. "You fucking asshole, let go of me! Just because you saw the first woman in your whole life doesn't mean you have to grope her all the time," she shouted and grabbed his hands on her collar. He knew she was right. "How about you try not to act like a fucking maniac huh? How about that?", he shouted and pulled her violently closer. "How about you stop fucking grabbing onto me like a weird rapist", she shouted and he could feel her push her long nais into his skin. It hit him, she was right.

"I'm sorry," he said and let go and he was really sorry, he felt like a Jerk. "I'm sorry, you're not making it easy for me to stay calm," he added, stepping back. She glared at him. "I really shouldn't have touched you like that," he apologized again. "No you should'nt have, but how about you think before you act, you ass!" she shouted and crossed her arms. Her eyes flashed with anger. "I already said sorry, what do you want me to do?", he said defenively. 

 She continued to glare at him. Then she let her arms hang down. "Yeah, that's right, sorry," she said sheepishly. He waited patiently if she still wanted so say something.

"You've got one hell of a temper, man," he said, wiping the blood from his nose. "And really a strong right-winger," he added and looked questioningly in her direction. Was it time for jokes? He did not know. She crossed her arms and laughed briefly. "Thank you, I'm glad you admire it"-
"What...Your strong right-winger?" he asked incredulous and smiled. She nodded. "Okay, it's nice that we're calm now... What's your name?" he asked and looked around the room. "What's YOUR name?" she asked, following his every move with attentive eyes. "You still think that I'll shoot you at the next opportunity," he said and looked her in the eyes. "Caution is in order, those were your words, Mr. Officer," she said and looked triumphantly in his direction. "Okay 1-0 for you, you're a real pain in the ass... now could you please just tell me your name?" The young woman still didn't look like she was ready to reveal anything about herself. He sighed and hung his head. "Okay, I see, I'm Leon S. Kennedy, I'm from America, and I'm a police officer here," he said, now looking hopefully in her direction. "I'm Jenneke"-

"Jenneke? is that really your name?" he asked and looked at her skeptically. She stared back. Then she sighted. "Nikola" she said and crossed her arms. "Nikola Schuhart"-

"Nikola? Seriously?" he asked and grinned. "Dude, you have a double name, you have nothing to laugh about," snapped Nikola. "Okay, oh my god, okay, I'm already quiet," he said, weakened. "Stop acting like I'm difficult!" she demanded. "But you are!" said Leon and ran his hands through his hair. "It's a zombie apocalypse out there, people are dying, and you say I'm difficult?" she snapped. "Nobody tells me I'm difficult".

"Okay... You're not difficult"-

"You don't even- Okay, let's get out ofhere," she finally whispered, annoyed. "Yes, please", Leon sighted.