Liberty Nightmare - A GTA Fan Fiction

Chapter 16: My Precious.

Chapter 16: My Precious.

"Where's Uncle Niko, mommy?" Petar asked innocently to his mother. "I'm scared, mommy."

"Don't worry, Petar," Mallorie attempted to assure him although she was also as concerned as her son. "He'll be here soon. Just hang on for a while."

Mallorie, a Puerto Rican woman who was raised in the tough streets of Bohan, was feeling extremely worried over Niko's safety. She prayed hard that Niko would make it to her place in one piece quickly. They were hiding in the restaurant's kitchen. Petar held her mother's hands tightly.

Mr. Fuk's Rice Box has two floors. The lower floor was the location of the reception and bar while the second floor contained the dining area, manager's office and the kitchen. There were two ways to enter the restaurant. One was via the large front doors and the other was a back door in the kitchen which leads to a fire escape ladder.

"I'm hungry, mommy," Petar told her mother as he hugged Mallorie.

"Me too," she said, feeling hunger pangs as she and her son had not ate anything for almost 24 hours. "I'll look around for some food."

She headed to a nearby refrigerator. Opening the door and inspecting its contents, she found out that there wasn't much food in it. Most of it was frozen foods that needed to be cooked before they can be consumed and cooking takes up time as well as likely attracting unwanted attention. However, there were a few apples. Mallorie proceeded to clean the apples before giving them to her son.

"Thanks, mommy," Petar said before he took a bite at the apple.

The crunching noises made by Petar calmed Mallorie. At least her son was no longer hungry. She and Petar had spent about an hour in the restaurant since her last refuge area in Acter Industrial Park was overrun by zombies. She and Petar were the lucky few who managed to get out alive. Some fought back, others were not so lucky. Being raised in one of the harshest environment in Liberty City had sharpened her instincts. She has a pistol close to her as protection against zombies and hostile humans.

"Want some, mummy?" Petar asked her mother as he handed over the half-eaten apple to her. Mallorie felt happy and sad at the same time. She was happy that her son was growing up well and had made her proud of him, while being sad that her husband and Niko's cousin, Roman Bellic, would not be around to see him grow up.

"I hope you are in peace, Roman. I really wish you could see Petar right now," she muttered as he ate the apple that her son had given her.

As they ate apples to satisfy their hunger, Mallorie heard cars pulling up next to the restaurant's front entrance. From where Mallorie was, she could hear the sound of the engines and doors closing.

"That must be Niko," she thought to herself.

After ordering her son to stay put while she went to investigate, she proceeded to lock the back door of the kitchen before heading quietly and slowly to the front door with a pistol in her right hand. As she emerged from the kitchen, she could hear the footsteps of several people walking around the lower floor of the restaurant. At first, she believed that it was Niko. From where she was, she was able to eavesdrop on the men who just entered the restaurant.

"You fucking sure this is the place?" one of them asked in a deep voice.

"Definitely," another one of them answered. "This is the place."

Mallorie became a little concerned that amongst the deep male voices, she could not hear Niko's voice. She began to suspect something suspicious and readied her gun.

"Search the fucking area!" one of the men ordered the others. Mallorie immediately hid behind a large porcelain vase close to the staircase that connects the first floor with the second.