Author's Note

Hi Solar Force here.

Happy Halloween/Nightmare Night everybody!🎃Here is this year's Special Horrifying Halloween Story by me and Mad Page! Like last year's story, this is a Choose Your Own Ending story, and also similar to the Resident Evil Games this story is based on, so you decide the ending. In case you're wondering why we've marked this as On Hiatus, this story was supposed to have 3 endings to choose from, but due to just being too busy and too short of time, we were unable to write the last ending, so we decided to save it until next year.

I Hope you all enjoy this special and very scary story and that it puts you in the Halloween mood.

Happy Halloween...and remember...If you go Trick Or Treating...be careful out there tonight...Mwa Ha Ha Ha Ha! 🎃🥘

Bye for now.

Outbreak: File 1

Sunset Shimmer looked down the highway from behind the wheel of her car. In the distance was her destination, Racoon City.

“Finally, we’re almost there,” She said in a relieved tone. “Sure will be good to get out of this car.” She then checked her gas, seeing that the gauge was in the red. “Oh, great. There better be a Gas Station nearby.” She looked down the side of the highway, and saw a sign saying there was a Gas Station 2 miles away. “Well, that was convenient.” She carried on driving, and soon enough, the Gas Station came into view, and she pulled in to fill up the tank.

Once she stopped the car, she looked across to the passenger seat at her girlfriend, Wallflower Blush, who was sleeping peacefully, and softly snoring. As she slept, her head tilted to the side, and exposed her neck. Like a vampire, Sunset could not resist this delicious invite. She gave a mischievous smirk as she decided to have a little bit of fun with her girlfriend. “It’s snack time my pretty,” she said in a low voice, as she picked up a handkerchief, and wrapped it around her neck like a bib, before moving in to gently but quickly begin nibbling on Wallflower’s neck. “Num, num, num, num, num, num!”

Wallflower’s eyes snapped open, and she screamed in shock, before she tried to force Sunset off her. “What the hell, Sunset?! Cut it out!” She shouted in annoyance.

“You have such a cute scream,” Sunset purred softly with lidded eyes.

“Sunset, why do you always have to be so weird?” Wallflower complained, crossing her arms huffily.

“It’s not my fault, you just make it so easy,” Sunset said with a casual shrug, before saying with a teasing smirk, “and your neck looks so delicious.”

“Sunset, don’t act like your character from the comic book,” Wallflower sighed, rolling her eyes. “Just because you're dressed as a vampire doesn’t mean you have to act like one.”

“Well, in any case,” Sunset went on, “We’re nearly at Racoon City, and I kneaded to refill the tank, so I thought I’d wake you up and ask if you want anything from the kiosk while we’re stopped.”

“Just get me a coffee,” Wallflower said, and then frowned as she said, “And next time you want to wake me up, do it without sexually assaulting me.” She then yelped in shock and disgust as Sunset leaned over and licked her on the cheek. “Ew, Sunset, stop it!”

Sunset just giggled. “You really do make it too easy,” She said with a wide smile as she got out of the car, and looked around. Right away, she noticed something strange. The lights of the shelter were on, but the lights in the kiosk seemed to be off.

“That’s weird. Why would the lights for the shelter be on, but the lights in the kiosk be off? Are they closed or something?” As she looked around, she then spotted a police car that had the words ‘County Sheriff’ written on the door. Thinking this meant something might be wrong, she cautiously approached the kiosk. She stopped in her tracks as the kiosk door was suddenly shoved open, and someone seemed to come stumbling out. This confused her. Why did this person not use the door handle? It seemed like they threw their whole body against the door. She noticed this person was wearing the uniform of a Sheriff. She slowly approached the Sheriff and asked, “Excuse me, Sheriff? Is there anything wrong?”

The officer looked up at her, and she gasped in shock at what she saw. The man’s face was dead pale, his eyes were milky white, and most shocking of all, there was a long gash in his neck, like it had been torn out by a wild animal. She then felt like retching as she noticed that his uniform was soaked with blood, far too much for him to still be alive, and none was dripping from the wound on his neck.

“Err, are you OK?” Sunset asked apprehensively as she slowly took a step back. “You...have a large whole in your neck. Should I call for an ambulance?” The sheriff's only answer was a deep, guttural groan, as he raised his arms in front of him, and slowly and unsteadily lumbered toward her, as Sunset kept backing away. Now she was beginning to get worried. “Um, OK, is this some kind of joke or something?” Then, she suddenly heard another deep groan, from her left this time. She turned to look, and her eyes widened in horror. Stumbling towards her was another person, in an even worse condition than the sheriff. His entire left arm was missing, like it had been pulled out of its socket, and ripped clean off. She then heard more groaning from her right, so she slowly turned her head, and felt like retching at what she saw. 3 more people were heading slowly towards her...if you could even call them people anymore. One had his guts literally hanging out, another was dragging themselves along the ground, with no legs, and most grotesquely, the third was missing half of his face.

“Oh, fuck this!” Sunset shouted, as she turned and made a mad dash back toward the car. As she skidded to a stop beside the car, Wallflower, who had gotten out when she saw Sunset running toward her in what looked like a panic, looked at her in worry.

“Sunset, are you alright-” she started to ask.

“Get the fuck back in the car!” Sunset practically screamed at her.

Seeing the terrified look in her eyes, Wallflower didn’t need telling twice. Sunset had never raised her voice at her like that before. She quickly got back in her seat, as Sunset yanked the driver’s door open so hard, she could have ripped off its hinges. The second she took her seat, she slammed the door shut so forcefully, she almost broke the glass. She restarted the engine, before looking ahead and seeing even more people lumbering toward them, who had suffered even more damage, and lost even more body parts. Upon seeing the ravaged and mutilated horrors, Wallflower screamed at the top of her lungs, as Sunset slammed her foot down on the accelerator, making the car surge forward with a roar and the squealing of tires, and running down any of the walking corpses in its path. With each impact, the car shook violently, but Sunset didn’t dare raise her foot off the peddle. At last, they finally pulled back out onto the highway, once more headed toward Racoon City. Sunset maintained the breakneck speed as they went, her focus razor sharp on the thankfully clear road in front of her.

“S-S-Sunset?!” Wallflower stuttered in fright. “What the hell was that?! What was with those freaky people back there?! My god, they looked like the walking dead!”

“I-I don’t know!” Sunset exclaimed in shock and confusion. “I’m still trying to process the whole thing myself!” She took a deep breath to try and calm herself so she could think. “OK, look, I think we need to try and reach Racoon City and find out what’s going on.”

“You still want to go to Racoon City?” Wallflower said with wide eyes. “Why don’t we just turn around and go back to Canterlot?”

“Because we'd never make it back to Canterlot, we don’t have enough Gas!” Sunset explained in a frustrated tone. “And I do NOT want to be stuck in the middle of nowhere with those...those...THINGS out there!”

Wallflower let out a heavy sigh, rubbing her eyes. “OK, I don’t like it, but I understand,” she said reluctantly. “So, what’s the plan now?”

“OK, here's what we do,” Sunset said, “We get to Racoon City, then we try and find someone to find out what’s going on. Those things are close to the town, so maybe something’s happened there that caused this.”

Wallflower slowly nodded before slumping back in her seat. “This is our only option isn’t it?” She said quietly.

“Yes, I’m afraid so,” Sunset said just as quietly.

“God, I hope the town’s OK,” Wallflower whispered.

“So do I,” Sunset whispered back, and they spent the rest of the drive in a heavy silence.

“Breaking News!” The headline on the news broadcast read.

“Horror grips the streets tonight as riots of unprecedented proportions break out all over Midtown Racoon City,” The news anchor man reported. Pulling away from the broadcast, we see a woman in a female business suit, as she brushes down her long blond hair as she prepares for her news broadcast.

“Look, all you have to do is hold the camera!” She barked angrily at a young red haired man standing in front of her.

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” He said in annoyance. “But am I getting paid that $200 bucks you promised me before or after we do this thing?”

“After,” The anchor woman snarked. “Surely even a loser like you can hold up a camera.”

“Hey, don’t forget this loser is the one holding up the camera for you so you can do this suicidal stunt of yours,” The man snarked back. “Man, I can’t believe I actually thought this little princess was hot,” He thought morosely to himself.

The news woman then checked the live feed of the studio broadcast on one of the vans monitors, and gasped. “Oh, shit, my cue is coming!” She quickly grabbed a large camera and thrust it at the man. “Like I said, just hold the camera while I do my report, and then you'll get your $200!”

“Fine, fine, whatever,” The man grouched as he held up the camera, and the news woman began her report.

“This is Angela Raines reporting live from Midtown Racoon City. As you can see behind me, the police have set up a blockade right across this entire street. However, the blockade does not appear to be holding back the horde of rioters. We do not know who these rioters are, or what they are rioting against, if anything. But one thing we do know is that their preferred method of attack appears to be biting people on the neck.” She paused for a moment as the anchor-man back in the studio spoke into her ear. “Yes, you heard me right. They are literally biting peoples necks, arms, legs, torsos, you name it. They are behaving more like rabid animals than human beings at this time.”

At that moment, the horde began breaking through the blockade, and the police made a retreat. “Clear the street!” One police man yelled at the newswoman, mere moments before one of the walking corpses, who was horribly mutilated, came right up to him and bit him right in his neck. The cop screamed in agony, with blood spurting from his mouth, and the creature pulled him down to the ground and proceeded to devour him.

“Umm, w-we've just b-been ordered to evacuate,” the news woman said as her voice quivered with barely suppressed terror.

“Oh shit, they’re getting closer!” The cameraman yelled as he pointed behind her at the oncoming horde.

“Quick, back to the van!” Angela yelled in panic, as the report was abruptly cut off.

Back in the studio, the news anchor sat behind his desk, and was now visibly nervous as his face shone with sweat. “Uh, Ladies and Gentlemen, we have just lost contact with Angela Raines and..." He paused as someone ran up to him and whispered in his ear. "And I’ve just been informed that we are to evacuate the studio. Martial Law has now been declared, effective immediately. Whatever you do, do not leave your homes!” The broadcast was then cut off, leaving nothing but a few seconds of static, before the Emergency Alert Message appeared.

Sunset and Wallflower were soon driving through the streets of Racoon City, and quickly they could tell that something was very wrong. There was devastation everywhere they looked. Lines of abandoned and burning cars, windows smashed, smoke from near and distant fires, and most chilling, splatters of red, which could only have been blood.

“Um, Sunset,” Wallflower said in a low, tense voice. “I think coming here was a bad idea.”

“Yeah, me too,” Sunset said, her voice just as tense, before she looked out of her side window, seeing some person getting surrounded by three of those corpse-like creatures...and getting devoured. “A very bad idea.” She then looked forward at the road again, yelped in shock, and jammed her foot down on the brakes, bringing the car to a juddering halt. “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me!”

“Sunset, why did you do that?” Wallflower said in annoyance at the sudden jolt.

“Because the street is blocked,” Sunset growled. “Look.”

Wallflower looked ahead, and her eyes widened in shock. The street was indeed blocked. A bus had been wedged lengthways across the street, blocking anything from going any further. “What do we, now?!” She asked desperately.

“There’s only one thing we can do,” Sunset said with a grimace. “We’re going to have to abandon the car and keep moving on foot.”

“What?!” Wallflower exclaimed incredulously. “Are you insane?! That’s suicide!”

“Well, we may have no choice,” Sunset said as she looked out of her side window. “Look!” Wallflower looked across to the driver's window, and gasped. Barrelling toward them was another bus, obviously out of control, and also on fire. “OUT!” Sunset screamed as they both scrambled to undo their seatbelts, force their doors open, and dive out of the car just in time, as mere seconds later, the flaming bus crashed into the car with an almighty crunch. The car was slammed into a wall on the opposite side of the street, and the bus's wild journey came to an end. Sunset and Wallflower pulled themselves back to their feet, brushing themselves off, and coughing from the still smoking bus. After they checked themselves over, Sunset looked mournfully at the crumpled wreck that was now her car. “Aww, I only had 2 payments left on that car.”

“I think we have bigger problems than a wrecked car, Sunset,” Wallflower said as she slowly took a couple of steps back, her voice filled with fear. Sunset looked back towards the wreckage, and gasped in horror as hordes of the walking corpses were slowly closing in from all sides, even some who were emerging from the burning bus as well, who themselves were on fire, but didn’t seem to care, or just didn’t notice. The two girls backed up into each other, looking all around as their impending doom came slowly closer. They were completely trapped. “W-what a-are we going to do now, Sunset?” Wallflower asked, her voice quivering with terror.

“I don’t know,” Sunset replied in a grim tone. “I just don’t know.” With her eyes darting around frantically, Sunset tried to find any route of escape. It was then she noticed a store with its front door hanging open. “Come on, it’s our only chance!” She cried as she grabbed Wallflower’s hand and pulled her away in a mad dash towards the store. They flung themselves through the door, slamming it shut and locking and bolting it.

As they were about to catch their breaths, they froze like statues at the sound of the cocking of a gun. Very slowly, they turned their heads toward the back of the store. Standing there, pointing a shotgun at them, was an obese man with a thick messy beard, and a deep, furious scowl on his chubby face. “Which one of you has been bit?” He asked in a dangerous tone.

“Uh, what?” Wallflower said, before squeaking in fright as the man turned his gun on her.

“I said, which one of you has been bit?” He repeated slowly. “Was it you, green girl?” He then turned his gun on Sunset. “Or was it you, Redhead?”

“Look, whatever you think’s happened…” Sunset tried to reason.

“Answer the question!” The man yelled impatiently.

“Neither of us!” Sunset shot back. “We haven’t been bitten by anything!” She then slowly lowered her arms and waved her hands placatingly. “So there’s no reason to keep pointing that shotgun at us, right?” she said in her best disarming voice.

The man’s scowl deepened, before he lowered his gun, growling in frustration. “I’d have just wasted shells on the two of you, anyway,” He said darkly.

“OK, now that that’s out of the way,” Sunset said, “We’ve got questions for you. What’s happened to this town? What the hell are those things out there?”

“Ain’t it obvious what they are, girlie?” The man said with a sneer. “Those bastards out there are zombies, the walking dead, just like in all them fucking horror movies.”

Sunset just stared at the man in disbelief. “Zombies?” She said with a raised eyebrow. “Actual zombies? The literal walking dead?”

“Well, you saw them, didn’t you?” The man asked. “What else would you call them? They’re nothing but walking corpses.”

“And the reason you asked if we got bitten?” Wallflower asked nervously. “If they’re really zombies, does that mean…?”

“Ah, you’re sharper than I thought, little girl,” The man said with a smirk. “Yep, that’s right. You get bit, you turn into one of them.”

“And what proof do you have of that?” Sunset asked suspiciously.

“Why, the previous owner of this store,” the man replied. “When this whole mess kicked off, I came in here and saw the poor bastard getting bitten by one of them fuckers, he then died, and came back as one of them. But he didn’t stay that way for long. I grabbed the nearest gun and blew his brains out. That put him down quick enough.”

Sunset then looked around the store, seeing that there was next nothing left on any of the shelves. “Well, this place has certainly been raided,” she muttered, before looking back at the man. “Is there anything left in this store at all?”

“Just this shotgun,” the man replied, “and a 1911.”

“Well then, can we have the 1911, please?” Sunset asked.

“Hell no!” The man snapped. “I need all the protection I can get from those undead fuckers out there!” He then waved his hand dismissively as he said in a condescending tone, “besides, little girls like you shouldn't be playing around with a man’s weapon anyway.”

At this remark, Sunset merely raised an eyebrow. “But what are we supposed to do to protect ourselves?” she asked.

“Nothing,” the man went on in the same arrogant tone, “the only thing women are good for is getting me a beer.”

“OK, you know what,” Sunset said with an annoyed frown. “I’ve had enough of this. Come on, Wallflower, we’re getting outta here.”

“The door’s right there, little lady. Go on and leave,” The man said with a shrug. “But if you try to steal something from me,” he went on threateningly, as he raised his shotgun once more, “I’ll blow off that pretty little head of yours.”

Sunset scowled at the man in disgust, before she grabbed Wallflowers hand and pulled her towards the back of the shop, passed the man as kept his shotgun trained on them, and out the back door of the shop into a narrow alley.

Once they were outside, Wallflower huffed in disgust and indignation. “My god, the nerve of that asshole!” she exclaimed angrily. “Did you hear what he said to us?!”

“I was literally standing right next to you the whole time,” Sunset said through gritted teeth.

“What an absolute pig?!” Wallflower shouted as she kicked a piece of trash hard down the alley. After letting her frustration out, she took a moment to calm herself, before turning to Sunset. “So, what do we do now?”

Before Sunset could reply, they were both startled by the sound of breaking glass, followed by the shooting of a shotgun, and finally they felt chills run up their spines as they heard a blood curdling scream, followed by sudden silence.

“Well, we’re not staying here,” she said with a determined tone, as she grabbed her girlfriend's hand and pulled her off at a run.

Meanwhile, inside a cable car station, five survivors were taking shelter. Two of the survivors were the young cameraman and Angela Raines, who had managed to escape the horde of undead after the abrupt end to their broadcast. The other survivors consisted of a black man, one of the police officers from the blockade, who was lying on a bench and quite badly wounded, and another police officer, who was currently positioned on top of the shelter with a sniper rifle, and keeping an eye out for either more zombies, or other survivors trying to find safety.

Everyone was silent, except for the injured cop, who would occasionally let out weak moans and groans of pain from his injuries.

The only other sound to be heard was the click-clack of Angela’s high heels as she paced back and forth, her face twisted into a scowl.

“Hey, look, lady,” the black man said as he lifted his head to look at Angela. “I know you’re worked up, we all are, but you got to stop pacing before you make me agitated.”

Angela turned to look at him. “And what do you expect me to do instead?” She asked in her usual snarky tone.

“Calm the hell down?” The man said with a frown.

“What’s there to be calm about?!” Angela shot back.

“Look, Angela,” the cameraman said. “You seriously need to calm down. All that pacing’s not helping anyway.”

“Who said you could address me by my first name?” Angela said snootily to him, pointing her nose up in the air. “It’s Miss Raines to you.”

“Does that really matter right now?!” The cameraman snapped in annoyance. “We’re in a desperate struggle for our lives here!”

Angela let out a huff of indignation, before turning on her hell and letting out a deep breath of frustration. “God, I need a smoke.”

“I can help you with that,” the black man said, reaching into his jacket and pulling out a pack of cigarettes. “Here.” Angela practically snatched the pack out of his hand, without even bothering to thank him. “You’re welcome,” he said sarcastically as he rolled his eyes.

Angela then searched through the pockets of her suit jacket, before growling in annoyance. “Oh, that’s just great!” she hissed, “I can’t find my Lighter!” The man who had given her the cigarettes simply reached into his jacket once more, and pulled out his own Lighter, holding it up for her. Angela took it from him. “Uh, thanks,” she muttered.

“Anytime,” he muttered back.

Meanwhile, up on the roof of the shelter, the cop with the sniper kept up his constant vigil, looking through the sniper’s scope for the slightest sign of movement. As far as he could see, there was nothing but wrecked and abandoned cars, buildings which were still slightly burning, and the occasionally dead body. “Hard to believe that it was just an ordinary day this morning,” he muttered under his breath in a weary tone. Just then, he spotted two figures coming running out of one of the alleys further down the street, and heading towards them. “Hello, what have we got here?” As he watched, he quickly saw that they were two young women, and they were obviously running for their lives. The reason for this became obvious when something else came racing out of the same alley, hot on their heels. He almost dropped the rifle in shock when he saw what it was. “What the fuck?! A zombie dog?!”

5 minutes earlier...

Sunset and Wallflower moved carefully and quietly through the back alleys, keeping a sharp eye out for any movement, and their ears open for any sounds. As they ran, Wallflower kept a tight grip on Sunset’s hand, not daring to let go. They kept on running, until Sunset made them stop so she could catch her breath. “Come on, we have to keep moving,” she said after doing so, and tried to pull her girlfriend onwards, but Wallflower wouldn’t budge.

“I...I can’t…” Wallflower puffed, “My legs...my legs just...won’t move.”

“We can’t stay here, it’s too dangerous,” Sunset insisted. “We need to-”

“We need to, what, Sunset?!” Wallflower interrupted in frustration. “We can’t just keep aimlessly running and hope to get lucky! We need an actual plan here!”

Sunset stared at her in stunned silence for a moment, before she sighed and nodded. “Yeah, you’re right,” she said. “We do need a plan, but I don’t have one. We need to find somewhere safe, but I don’t know where it is safe. And...a-and…” She trailed off as she grasped at her hair, and began to breathe deeply in panic. Seeing what was happening, Wallflower did the only thing she could think of. She leapt forward, wrapped her arms tight around the stricken girl's neck, and planted her lips on Sunset’s in a deep kiss. Staying stock still for a moment, Sunset wrapped her arms around Wallflower’s waist and returned the kiss. She then pulled back and smiled warmly. “Thanks,” She said gratefully. “You always know what I need.”

“Well, we have been dating for a year now,” Wallflower said with a small smirk. “So you’d think I would know what you need.” Suddenly, both girls paused as they heard what sounded like growling. “Is...that a dog?” Wallflower asked.

“Sounds like two dogs,” Sunset agreed. Looking to one side of the alley, they saw a high wired fence. On the other side of said fence were two scruffy, quite skinny looking dogs, who were growling angrily at each other as they tried to intimidate the other. Lying on the ground between them was an old piece of meat which they were obviously fighting over. Neither dog looked like they had eaten in days, meaning they were obviously strays, or maybe even feral.

Sunset and Wallflower let go of breaths they didn’t realise they were holding, and were about to turn and leave, until they stopped dead as they heard another, more beastly growl, something that did not sound like a dog at all. The two growling dogs suddenly stopped growling, and began whimpering in fright instead. They quickly turned and ran as something monstrous came out of the shadows. It looked like a dog, only with pale eyes, and hunks of flesh missing from all over its body.

“OK,” Wallflower said, her voice quivering. “First real zombies, and now zombie dogs too? What do we do now, Sunset?”

“Well, we don’t need to panic,” Sunset said, trying to sound brave. “It’s one the other side of this fence for one thing, and also, there’s a piece of meat on the ground right there, so it should take more interest in that than us.” Once she said this, the zombie dog turned toward the two girls, growling and snarling viciously. “Or, maybe not,” Sunset said nervously.

“But, we’re still safe right?” Wallflower asked, “it’s still behind that fence, so it can’t get at us.” As if she had jinxed the situation, the zombie dog ran forward and jumped at the fence, as if it was trying to climb over it.

“I think we need to run,” Sunset said, as she dragged her girlfriend off again. As they ran, the zombie dog finished it’s climb over the fence, dropped to the ground and gave chase. Unlike the human zombies, this one was fast, and was quickly gaining on them. It obviously maintained it’s speed and mobility from when it was alive, but had the same hunger for human flesh. As they ran, Sunset saw a pile of metal kegs, and as they dashed passed, she reached out and shoved them as hard as she could, knocking them over, and into the zombie dog's path to slow it down. It only worked for a moment, as the zombie dog leapt over the kegs, and continued it’s relentless hunt of its prey.

The girls continued to run as fast as they could down the alley, until they emerged onto one of the main streets. They came to a halt, looking up and down the street, but Sunset didn’t know which way to go. She then looked up as the zombie dog bore down on them, before she pushed Wallflower behind her, and braced herself for the incoming attack, raising her arms in front of her face. The zombie dog leapt at them, it’s rotten jaws opened wide… when, suddenly, with the bang of a gun, and a spray of blood, the undead monster was blasted out of the air, and fell to the ground in a mangled heap.

Both girls looked in the direction the shot had come from, and saw a man waving at them from on top of a cable car station, the smoking barrel of a rifle held out in front of him. Grateful to their saviour, the two girls rushed toward the shelter, keeping a sharp eye out for any sign of movement.

As the two girls ran, the cop with the sniper looked through his scope for any more movement in case he needed to shoot down anything else that might attack them. As he did so, he spotted a still functional TV in the window of an electronics store. From what he could tell, something was being broadcast. He decided to make a note of it, before leaving his post to tell the others.

Quickly enough, Sunset and Wallflower made it to the shelter. They dashed inside...only to stop dead as they were, once again, held at gunpoint. They both quickly raised their hands, but after a moment, the black man slowly lowered his gun. “OK, it’s cool, everybody,” he said with relief, “they ain’t zombies.” Everyone who had taken cover came out of hiding, and the man put his gun back in his jacket, before he then smiled at the two young women as they lowered their hands and huffed in exhaustion. “Nice to see more survivors,” he said.

“Yeah...nice to...see you too,” Sunset panted as she tried to regain her breath after so much running. “Thanks...for not...shooting us.”

“You two look like you need a sit down,” the cameraman said, gesturing to the benches. “Come and take a load off your feet.”

“That...would be...great,” Wallflower puffed, as she and Sunset walked slowly over to a bench and slumped down on to them. “Hey...anyone...got...anything to...eat around here?”

“Don’t worry about that,” the black man said, “we got plenty after we busted open all the station's vending machines. We got candy, chips, soda, even bottled water if you want it.”

“Water please?” Sunset and Wallflower said together.

“You got it, ladies,” the back man chuckled, before heading over to a pile of bags which were each filled to bursting with food and drinks. He opened up one, and tossed the girls two bottles of water. “Here ya go.”

“Thanks,” the girls said gratefully, before opening the bottles and each taking a heavy gulp of the refreshing water.

“Man, you two were thirsty,” the black man chuckled.

Just then, the cop from the roof came in. “Turn on the TV!” He said urgently. Angela quickly turned on the TV that was hanging from the wall. “Turn it to a news channel!” Angela scanned through the channels until she found a broadcast showing a man sitting behind a desk with several microphones pointing at him.

“To all the citizens of Racoon City. We are facing a crisis like no other. The dead have risen and are attacking the living by eating them,” He began to explain the situation to anyone watching the news. “We are now calling the creatures Zombies, like the ones from those cliché horror films. Our information is limited, but from what we do know, it is by destroying the brain or damaging the head that can kill the zombies. We still do not know how it began, but we highly recommend that you all stay inside your homes and barricade yourselves in. Take any measures that you deem necessary to ensure the safety of yourselves and those around you. Rest assured, we at the RCPD are doing everything within our power to bring an end to this crisis. We will update you as soon as possible. That is all.” Once he had finished talking, the channel went back to showing the Emergency Broadcast Screen.

“Aw, man, that’s a whole load of bullshit right there,” the black man said, making everyone turn to look at him. “What?” he shrugged. “We were all thinking it, I’m just saying it.”

Angela then just rolled her eyes. “Oh, great,” she said with a groan, “what do we do now?”

“The only thing we can do,” said the sniper cop, “we just barricade ourselves in this building until help arrives.”

“That’s if help does arrive,” the cameraman muttered to himself.

“I’m going back to the roof,” said the sniper cop, “you people start barricading this place.”

“Hey, hey, whoa, wait a second,” the black man said, pointing to the wounded cop lying on the bench. “What about him? He needs medical attention.”

“He’ll get it when help arrives,” the sniper cop said as he left to return to the roof.

“Typical pig,” The black man muttered, before turning to address everyone else. “Come on, let’s trap ourselves inside.”

“Hey, don't you think we should introduce ourselves to the newcomers?” asked the cameraman, gesturing to Sunset and Wallflower.

“Sure, why not,” the black man said. “The name’s Jay-Z,” he said with a wave to the two women.

“Yeah, hey, I’m Solar Force,” the cameraman said with a slight wave.

“Well, as I’m sure you already know,” Said Angela smugly. “I’m Angela Raines, roaming reporter for Racoon City News.”

“Uh, actually,” Sunset said with a shrug, “we don’t know who you are.”

“Yeah, we’re not from Racoon City,” Wallflower said nonchalantly.

“Whoa, wait a second,” said Jay-Z in shock, “You two ain’t from Racoon City?”

“Why in the hell would you come to Racoon City, especially with what’s happening to it?” Asked Solar Force, just as shocked.

“Doesn’t anyone in the outside world know what’s happening here?” Asked Angela, just as shocked.

“Guys, guys, will you please just slow down and let us breathe,” Sunset said firmly. “We’ve been dealing with a lot of crap today, ever since we first ran into those zombies back at the gas station on the outskirts of town, so can you guys just ask your questions one at a time?”

“Whoa, wait?” Jay-Z said, “the gas station on the outskirts of town? That’s how far these freaks have gotten and they’re now out of the city?” He then threw up his hands and shouted, “Damn it!”

“Jay, take it easy, pal,” Solar Force said. “You’re not helping anyone at the moment.”

“We’ll have 20 questions later!” Angela said seriously. “We need to concentrate on barricading this place right now!”

“You heard the lady, let’s get going,” Solar agreed. With that said, everyone began gathering up all the benches they could, and placing them flat against the doors. After this was done, some time passed in relative silence, being only occasionally broken by the cop on the roof letting off a round from his rifle.

During this time, Sunset’s mind had settled, and she was thinking about any possible way they could get out of this situation, or send for help. Then, suddenly, it hit her. “I’ve got it!” She exclaimed. “The Emergency Broadcast Signal!” Everyone turned to look at her. “Quick, does anyone have any headphones I can borrow?”

“Er, yeah, I got a pair,” Jay-Z said.

“Great, give them here,” Sunset said, taking said headphones from him. “Now, does anyone have a knife I can borrow?”

“Whoa, whoa, what do you need a knife for?” Jay-Z asked with a raised eyebrow.

“I need it in order to cut the headphones cable down to an inch to use as an antenna,” Sunset explained.

“Antenna for what?” Jay-Z asked.

“The Emergency Broadcast System,” Sunset explained. “In times of great emergencies like this, there’s an emergency signal that we can catch with our phones using an antenna, and we can make an antenna with these headphones, but to do that, I need to cut the cord.”

“You really think this will work?” Jay-Z asked.

“I’m positive it will work,” Sunset said confidently. “And once it does, we can find out what’s really going on in this crazy town.”

“Well, let's hope it works,” Jay-Z said, before calling out to everyone, “Yo! Does anybody have anything they can use to cut this wire?”

“He does,” Angela said as she pointed to the injured cop, who had stopped moaning and groaning. Everyone turned to look tensely at him, before they all gathered around him. “He stopped making all his noises about 5 minutes ago,” Angela explained.

“And you’re just telling us this now?” Solar asked.

“I thought he was just resting,” Angela said defensively. “But he’s been too quiet for too long now.”

“You...you don’t think he’s…” Wallflower said in a voice barely above a whisper.

“Maybe we should check,” Jay-Z said, “Just to make sure.”

“Who’s going to do it?” Sunset asked.

“How about me and Jay-Z do it,” Solar said, “the rest of you get over into the corner just in case.” The two men stepped forward while the three women stepped off to the side. Solar kneeled down beside the prone form of the cop, while Jay-Z pulled out his gun and held it ready in case something bad happened. Solar then reached into his pocket, took out his phone, and held it carefully under the cop’s nose. For a brief second, no one dared move or make a sound, when, suddenly, the sniper cop let off another round from his rifle, the bang of the shot reverberating around them, making everyone jump as they're hearts skipped a beat. Everyone clutched their chests as they took deep breaths.

“Stupid white cracker!” Jay-Z shouted in annoyance. “We’ve got enough problems without him shooting his damn gun every 5 seconds!” He then looked around at everybody with an apologetic look. “No offense, y’all.”

“None taken,” Solar said with a shrug.

“Yeah, don’t worry about it,” Sunset agreed.

“Who thinks about getting offended when your life’s on the line,” Angela said with a shrug.

“Meh, I’ve heard worse,” Wallflower said simply. Sunset looked at her girlfriend in stunned silence with a face that said ‘Bitch what’?!

At that moment, as Solar Force’s attention was on Jay-Z, two hands suddenly reached and grabbed him on each of his shoulders, shoving him to the ground and pinning him to the floor. Everyone screamed in panic as the now zombified cop snapped his dead jaws, trying to devour Solar Force as he struggled and screamed beneath it.

“GET THIS UNDEAD BASTARD OFF ME!” He yelled in terror.

“I got him!” Jay-Z shouted as he ran to Solar’s side, aimed his gun at the zombie cop’s head, and fired. The sound of the shot reverberated through the air, and a spray of blood covered the ground, as Solar threw the now limp corpse off him. Jay-Z then aimed his gun at the prone Solar. “Did he bite you?!” he demanded.

“No, no!” Solar quickly said as he sat up and held up his hands. “He didn’t bite me, I’m good! You got him just in time!”

Jay-Z lowered his gun, and reached out his hand, and Solar took it, panting heavily, as Jay-Z helped him back to his feet. “You alright, man?” He asked.

“Yeah,” Solar said as he caught his breath. “I’m alright. I don’t think he got me.” He then looked down at himself, seeing the blood now covering a good portion of his clothes. “I sure could use a shower, though.”

Before anymore could be said, the sniper cop came rushing in from outside. “What just happened?!” He shouted, taking in the whole sense, including the dead cop on the ground. “Oh my god!” He gasped in shock. “You killed him!” He raised his rifle, pointing it at the two people who were standing over the body, Jay-Z and Solar. “YOU KILLED MY PARTNER!” He yelled in rage.

“No, no, no, you got it all wrong!” Solar shouted.

“Look, what happened is-” Jay-Z tried to explain, before the cop blindly fired his rifle, the bullet hitting Jay-Z in the shoulder. He screamed in pain, before glaring at the cop. “You shot me you bastard!” He raised his gun and fired at the cop, hitting him in the middle of the head. The cop crumpled to the floor, dropping his own weapon, as a pool of blood started to form around him. He was obviously now dead.

For a brief moment, everyone was completely still as they processed what had just happened. The first to break the silence was Wallflower, as her face went pale, and she started to collapse to her knees, before Sunset reached out and grabbed her to support her. Angela, overwhelmed by everything, grasped at her chest as she began to breathe heavily.

“What the fuck did you do?!” Sunset yelled in utter shock.

“That bastard got me first!” Jay-Z yelled back as he grasped at his wounded shoulder.

“Here Z let me take a look,” Solar said as he walked up to him, and examined his shoulder. “OK, it doesn’t look too bad. The bullet went straight through. We just need to patch it up.” He then looked over at the now hyperventilating Angela, quickly headed over to her and grabbed her by the shoulders. “Angela, calm down and look at me!” He said, shaking her by the shoulders. “We’re going to get out of this, OK? We’re going to get out of this!”

Angela's eyes focussed on Solar, as she took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. Her shoulders slumped as she eyed him wearily. “Thank...thank you,” she said slowly, with her hand still over her heart. “I don’t know...how much more...of this...I can take.”

“Maybe you should have another cigarette to calm your nerves,” Solar suggested.

“Yes...yes...that sounds perfect right now,” Angela agreed, reaching into her jacket and pulling out her packet of cigarettes and Jay-Z’s lighter.

“Hey, mind if I get in on that?” Jay-Z asked, looking at the cigarettes.

“We could probably all use one,” Angela said with a shrug, lighting her own cigarette, and passing the pack and the lighter over to Jay-Z.

“Not for us, we don’t smoke,” Sunset said with a slight wave of her hand.

“Me neither,” Solar said with a shrug.

“Your loss,” Angela said nonchalantly as she took a deep drag from her cigarette.

Once they had all taken a few minutes to calm down and regain their senses, Sunset searched the body of the sniper cop, and quickly found a knife to cut the wire for the antenna, before setting to work on it straight away.

“Hey, Sunset, did that guy leave any rounds for that sniper rifle of his?” Jay-Z asked.

Sunset stopped what she was doing, and checked if the sniper cop had any spare clips for the rifle, but found none. She then grabbed the rifle and, remembering from the countless hours she’d spent playing Battlefield, she lifted the bolt and pulled it back, releasing the bullet that was still in the chamber. Seeing the single remaining bullet, she groaned in annoyance. “Nope,” She said to Jay-Z in a frustrated tone. “He wasted the last one on you.”

“Typical,” Jay-Z muttered, rolling his eyes.

“Alright, just bear with me here,” Sunset said as she finished cutting the wire to an inch to act like an antenna, plugging it into the earphone jack of her phone, opening the radio app, and began searching for a signal. Sure enough, she found one, and everyone listened carefully to what was being broadcast.

“If anyone can hear this, this is the national guard. We are evacuating everyone at the Racoon City High School. The last chopper leaves at midnight. This message will be repeated.”

Upon hearing this, Angela asked, “Who’s got the time?”

“It’s 11 o’clock!” Solar said in alarm as he checked his watch.

“That means we got an hour to get out of here!” Jay-Z exclaimed.

“And how can we get there? The school is too far by foot!” Solar said, pointing out the obvious.

“The trams,” Wallflower spoke up, everyone’s attention now on her. She was looking at the Tram’s map. “A Tramline goes to the school. we can use one of the Trams to get there,” she explained to the group.

“She’s right, the A-14 Tram goes to the School,” Jay-Z said, looking at the map.

“So where is A-14?” Angela asked.

Jay-Z looked at the route that A-14 would have taken. “According to this map it might be by the shopping district or God knows,” He said.

“Okay we need to think of a plan,” Sunset said, thinking hard, before she then got an idea. “Okay, here’s what we do. Wallflower, find a First Aid kit.”

“Alright,” Wallflower said, and went to look for a First Aid kit.

“Solar, help me move these two out of here,” Sunset said to the young red headed man as gestured to the two dead cops.

“Yeah we better get them out of here,” Solar said, and helped Sunset throw the dead cops outside. He then searched the body’s for anything useful. “Hey, I’ve found their side arms,” He said, holding up the two guns.

“Nice. We’ll need them. Let’s get back inside,” Sunset said, heading back inside the station.

“Found a First Aid Kit,” Wallflower said.

“Alright, Wallflower, you patch up Jay-Z,” Sunset told her.

“Alright, leave it to me,” Wallflower said, getting ready to patch up Jay-Z’s arm.

“Okay, we need that Tram. Solar, give me one of those guns,” Sunset said, and Solar passed one of the guns to her. “Okay, now, I’m going to look for the A-14 and bring it back here so we can use it to escape.”

“WHAT!?” Wallflower yelled in shock and worry. “You can’t go back out there!”

“Wallflower, we need that Tram,” Sunset said seriously, placing her hands on Wallflower’s shoulders, trying to calm her girlfriend down.

“She’s right, we need that Tram,” Angela agreed with Sunset. “Someone has to go and get it and bring it back here.”

“But she’ll die if she goes back out there!” Wallflower yelled again desperately.

“I’ll go with her,” Solar said reassuringly. “I’ll go with Sunset and find the A-14 Tram so we can watch each other’s backs. The two of us should be able to find it.”

“Yeah, with Solar’s help we can find the Tram and bring it back,” Sunset said calmly to Wallflower, gently rubbing her shoulders.

A tear slowly falls from Wallflower’s eye, before she steps towards Sunset, pulling her into a hug, and kissing Sunset on her lips. “Come back safe,” she said softly.

“I will, and I’ll bring back the Tram,” Sunset said in a soft but determined tone, placing her forehead against Wallflower’s.

“I couldn't care less about the Tram, just get back here safely,” Wallflower said with a small, but worried smile.

Sunset nodded, kissed her girlfriend gently once more, before she and Solar left the safety of the Tram Station to find Tram A-14.

It’s been awhile since Sunset and Solar left to find Tram A-14.

During this time, Wallflower had finished patching up Jay-Z’s wounded shoulder, and Angela was now on the roof, looking for the Tram, and for anything dangerous heading towards the station.

Wallflower was currently sitting on a bench, waiting for Sunset and Solar to return. “They’ve been gone for too long,” She said with worry as she stood up from the bench.

“Hey, I know you're worried about your girlfriend. They’ll be back soon, so don’t worry,” Jay-Z said to her in a consoling tone. “Say, how long have you two been an item?”

“About a year now,” Wallflower began to explain as she sat down again, a nostalgic gleam in her eyes. “We were already friends as we both went to the same high school, and then later went to the same college. We just got closer and closer over time, but we didn’t realise how close just yet. And then, one day we got drunk at a party and next thing we knew, we woke up next to each other in bed, completely naked, stinking of booze and sweat, amongst other things. You can’t imagine how awkward that was,” she blushed a little before continuing. “And then after avoiding each other for a few days, we had a talk about it, and then we started dating soon after. Haven’t regretted it once,” she finished with a soft, happy smile.

“That’s a nice story,” Jay-Z said with a smile of his own before asking, “So why did you two come to Racoon City?”

“We came here to talk to a guy about publishing our story,” Wallflower replied.

“Oh yeah, so you two are authors?” Jay-Z asked.

“Yep, we made an online comic series called Space Girl,” Wallflower replied. “But we came to Racoon City to publish an actual book. You may have noticed how Sunset was dressed. That was the outfit of our main character. It’s basically a sappy vampire romance novel. It’s...better than Twilight. ”

“Whoa, whoa, you two wrote Space Girl?!” Jay-Z exclaimed in surprise. “I used to read that to my little sister every night! She was nuts for those comics!”

“Used to?” Wallflower asked.

“Yeah,” Jay-Z said as a saddened, pained look crossed his face. “She was attacked while I was at a Rap Battle. When all this shit went down, I got home as fast as I could. When I got home, I saw my mom on top of my sister… eating her. I just panicked and shot my mom with a gun we had hidden…” his voice began to quiver as tears started to form in his eyes. “After I shot my mom... my sister got back up... and I had to shoot her too… and then I didn’t know what else to do...so I ran out of our home into the streets and eventually I ended up here.”

“Jay, I... didn’t know,” Wallflower said sadly, “I’m so sorry.”

“And you know what? Jay-Z isn’t even my real name, it’s Tyrone,” Jay-Z, now Tyrone, went on, “I just called myself Jay-Z because it sounded cool, you know?” Wallflower nodded in understanding, and placed a gentle, comforting hand on his shoulder. “Thanks,” Tyrone said with a small smile.

It was then that Angela came in from the roof. “There’s someone outside,” She stated. Wallflower and Tyrone looked outside and past the barricade. Angela was pointing at a white van with the words “Painters For Hire.” written on the side. “There’s a tall woman standing just behind that van,” Angela finished.

As Wallflower and Jay-Z watched, a tall woman, dressed in a trench coat, and with long black hair covering her face, stepped out from behind the van, and walked through the street, seemingly aimlessly.

“Damn,” Jay-Z said, “She looks like something out of The Ring.”

“Do you...do you think she’s OK?” Wallflower asked nervously.

“I’m not sure,” said Angela. “Do you think we should call her over here?”

“Call me superstitious but I think we want to stay the hell away from her,” stated Jay-Z.

Suddenly, they looked in alarm as they heard gunshots being fired from down the street. The woman stopped, turned, and headed toward where the shots came from. A man came running out of an alleyway, turned, and fired more shots back the way he came, like he was being chased by something. The woman walked straight towards the man with the gun, as he continued to shoot round after round at whatever was pursuing him.

“Why’s she walking towards him?” Asked Angela.

“I think we’re about to find out,” said Tyrone.

The woman stopped beside the man, raised her fist, and punched him in the side of the head with such force, it made his whole head explode, and his body crumpled to the ground in a bloody heap.

At this, Angela's hands flew to her mouth to prevent herself from screaming, while Wallflower just stared in horror at the woman’s inhuman strength, and Tyrone scowled. “I knew it,” he said with a growl, “I fucking knew it!” The woman then lifted up her foot, and stomped it back down hard on the dead man’s body to ensure he was dead. Unable to take in the horrific and gruesome sight anymore, Wallflower got up and ran off to vomit. After the woman had finished stomping on her victim, she turned to look toward the station, and Angela and Tyrone quickly hid behind the barricade.

“You don’t think she saw us, right?” Angela asked in a low voice.

Peeking back over the barricade, Tyrone saw the woman as she walked towards them. “Yeah, I’d say she saw us,” he replied.

As the woman power walked toward the station, at that moment, a Tram came down the tracks, pulling to a stop at the station. With looks of relief, Tyrone ran out to the Tram, while Angela went to get Wallflower, who was now finished vomiting. “The Trams here, let's go!” she said frantically as she pulled the younger woman to her feet and outside to the tram.

The moment the door opened, Tyrone jumped aboard the Tram. “Get going!” He yelled.

“What’s happened?” Asked Solar.

“No time, go, go, go!” Tyrone yelled back as Angela brought Wallflower, and Sunset, at the controls, set the Tram into high gear. The Tram began to move, just as the woman smashed her way effortlessly through the barricade. She saw the tram leaving, and began giving chase. Seeing this, Tyrone started firing his gun at her, causing her to raise her arms to protect her face. To Tyrone's shock, the bullets bounced right off. “Damn it! She’s wearing an armoured coat!”

Before he could do anything else, Solar came up beside him, holding a fire extinguisher. “Catch, bitch!” he yelled as he threw the extinguisher as hard as he could at the woman, only for his jaw to drop as she simply caught it out of the air. “Oh, she caught it,” he said in surprise.

Tyrone quickly aimed his gun and fired at the tank, causing it to explode into a white cloud, blinding the woman long enough for the Tram to make it’s escape.

“Nice shot, man,” Solar said with an impressed smirk.

“Thanks,” Tyrone said. “I don’t know what she was but we need to stay as far away from her as possible.”

“Well if you say so, man,” Solar replied.

During this, Wallflower joined Sunset at the front of the tram. “What took you so long?” She asked pleadingly.

“We found the tram at the shopping district, and there were a lot of zombies, so you can guess why it took us so long to get back,” Sunset explained. “Sorry I worried you.”

Wallflower hugged her girlfriend and pecked her on the check. “I’m just glad you’re safe,” she said softly.

“Me too,” Sunset said just as softly, and with a warm smile.

After some time had passed, Sunset and her group arrived at the school. “We made it!” She announced to the others.

Wallflower joined her again at the front and saw three people standing on the tracks. “Who are they?” She asked.

“I don’t know, but it looks like they have weapons, so let me talk to them,” Sunset said cautiously, before jumping off the tram, and raising her hands in the air. “We’re not looking for a fight, we’re just trying to escape the city!” She called out.

“Sunset Shimmer?! Is that you?!” Called a very familiar voice.

Sunset’s eyes widened in shock as she recognised the voice, and looked closer at the three people in front of her, a young man, an older, tough looking woman, and behind them was none other than... “Adagio Dazzle?!” she shouted.

“Do you know her?” Asked the older woman.

“Yes, I do,” Adagio replied, as her shocked look morphed into a scowl.

Sunset and Adagio just stared at each other. Sunset had not seen Adagio in years, not since the Battle Of The Bands back at CHS, and now, within the Dead City, they were meeting once more.

To Be Continued….