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Michael paused for a moment, confused until he remembered that yes, reloading was something that people could find threatening. He hadn’t been his intention to scare the daylights out of his passengers, but there wasn’t much to be done for it now. “Right. Sorry.” He said quietly, before slotting his pistol back into it’s holster, and taking the van out of the parking garage.

“Woah!” Michael said, a bit surprised, but not especially bothered as he hit a zombie on his way out. In response to the gore on the windshield, he swore for a couple of seconds before finding the knob that triggered the wipers. He took the vehicle down Fox street, and then in response to a few fences he wasn’t quite sure he could run through and a small blockade of burning cars, he turned West down Prauge boulevard. He then turned North, past a few other buildings and accidents.

The old man found the van didn’t turn as well as his Honda Civic, but it only took him a couple of near misses with inanimate objects and one hit with a quite animated corpse to get a feel for it. He kept the pace at around 35 mph, despite the normal speed limit of 25 inside the city. This was in part because he had twice the effective space on the road to maneuver with the lack of other drivers, though he did slow down wherever the blockages in the road became particularly egregious. After a few moments, and a third time hitting a zombie, he realized the vehicle was built well enough to take hits far past that, so he stopped avoiding hitting the zombies and started running over any who didn’t get out of the way, though he didn’t go out of his way to hit them. By the time they’d reached the high school, he’d flattened another four.

The vehicle’s engine started puttering as the van approached the Raccoon City High School, which elicited swearing from him, as he knew that sound. The gas tank was empty, despite what the fuel gauge was showing, as he figured the gauge to be broken. “Well, shit. I guess this is our stop, unless someone’s got a gas can hidden somewhere.” He glanced outside, staring at RC High and the lit windows that were scattered throughout the building, though he remembered the power being cut to a good part of the city. He found it odd for a few minutes, until he remembered the gas-powered generator in the basement of the RC Post Office, and a handful of other buildings too. “... They’ve gotta have a generator in there somewhere. And unless it’s made of car batteries and prayers, then it’ll have gas.” He turned back towards the other passengers, looking around in the back of the vehicle. “Anyone want to come with me?” He asked almost sarcastically, not expecting anyone to want to leave the vehicle. Even if it was dark, the locked doors would probably serve as better protection from the zombies than any weapon.

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Resident evil: Racoon city survivors

“I’m glad to meet you properly, miss Bourton.” He said with a smile, as the pair made their way into the parking garage. He had to admit, he liked her. She was being incredibly brave given the situation, especially for someone as young as she was. And she seemed to care for the other survivors’ wellbeing, which he took as a good sign.

As one of the survivors commented about the gunshot as they entered the parking garage, Michael decided he was having none of it today. “What gave it away, Sherlock? The loud bang?” Michael said sarcastically to the survivor, before shaking his head slightly. As Claudia handed the keys over to Michael he nodded as he gently took them with a nod, before climbing into the Volkswagon and plugging the keys into the ignition. He planted a foot on the break as years of muscle memory informed, and then turned the ignition. The engine attempted a stuttering start, and after which he slapped the dashboard with an exclamation. “Come on, ya piece of shit!” He said, before attempting to start the engine again, which resulted in a few more moments of stuttering before the engine roared to life. “There we go.” He said, as he visibly relaxed, and gently patted the dash, then closed the driver-side door and rolled the window down. “All aboard.”

“Hold on, why’s the old guy driving?” One of the survivors asked, to which Micheal snapped back without even looking as he adjusted the mirrors. “I’m sorry, have you driven in a warzone before, smartass? ‘Cause last I checked, you weren’t in Korea, and you look a mighty bit too young to have been in Vietnam.” He said almost off-handedly, as he took a second to change the partially used magazine in his gun for his spare, fully-loaded one, in case he needed the extra rounds.

For a moment as he put his hand on the gear shift, he stopped as it came rushing back, practically hearing the bullets whizzing past his head, the distant detonations of recoilless rifles and artillery shells, and the hoofbeats of a certain horse. He paused for a few moments before he retook control of his senses, and shook his head slightly before bringing his eyes up, and putting the van in gear.

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As the young woman picked up the key, he smiled ever so slightly at the one piece of good luck to come out of this nightmare so far. “Well ain’t that somethin’.” Michael said with a relieved tone, as it meant they wouldn’t have to spend more time in close quarters with these freaks than absolutely necessary.

“Right behind ya, ma’am.” He said, before turning back the way they came, keeping half an eye on the door at the end of the hall, just in case. Firing a gun in an enclosed space wasn’t exactly quiet after all, and he had no way of knowing whether more of those freaks would come looking.

“I don’t believe I caught yer name, ma’am. Mine’s Michael.” He said as they moved, not taking his attention off the rear, just in case. Still, he figured that some introduction was warranted, given she’d just saved his life. He followed behind her at a fast walking pace, looking behind every so often to ensure that those things weren’t behind them, at least not yet.

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Resident evil: Racoon city survivors

Michael struggled with the zombie for a few moments, before something he couldn’t fully make out rushed it and tackled it off of him, and heard the crash of pottery shattering. He staggered out a couple of steps from the rough jerk, however he was able to recover his footing quickly as he turned to face whatever had just happened.

When he turned, he saw Claudia on the ground as the zombie pushing itself up from the small table it had fallen across. Without a word, he brought his pistol in his now-freed right arm to bear, leveling it at the zombie while it still staggered it’s way to it’s feet, and squeezed the trigger.

The gunshot in such a confined space was louder than any other sound they’d made in the hallway by a mile, but he figured they’d been noticed anyways. The .45 ACP round tore a hole through it’s head, causing it to fall over backwards, but then it started to get back up. Deciding not to give it a chance, he walked over to it, and stomped on it’s head with his combat boots. The thing was still moving, it’s face a mess of blood, broken bone, and teeth as it tried to get up after the first stomp, but it finally stopped moving after he gave it a second stomp.

With that dealt with, he turned back towards Claudia, walking over and offering her a hand up. “Are you alright, ma’am?” He asked, and after a few moments, he said a simple “Thank you, ma’am. That could’ve turned real poorly, real fast.” He said, as he ended up eventually checking his coat. The thing’s teeth didn’t penetrate the tough leather, but he could feel the bruises underneath from the force of the bite. Aside from that, he was slightly winded, but otherwise fine.

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As the pair made their way down and Claudia commented on the dead zombies staying dead, Michael kicked the corpse in the head for safety’s sake, and was content when it didn’t move. Once they reached the administrative office, he nodded at the young woman’s appraisal of the situation. “There’s no harm in lookin’. It ain’t like someone’s gonna come and arrest us for trying to survive.” He mused, as he covered the hallway with his gun while she searched.

Michael raised his hand as she brought the light around towards him to shield his eyes for a moment while his eyes adjusted. “Watch where you point that thing!” He grumbled, as he started blinking the spots from his vision. “Beats poking around in the dark, though.” He admitted, as he turned back towards the corridor, taking a few steps away, and towards a half-open door. Dazed as he was, he didn’t see the figure coming.

“Fuck!” He exclaimed as a zombie lunged from the open doorway. It grabbed onto him, with nothing but killing intent in those clouded, dead eyes. It had been a man in his prime before he turned, his arms grasping and clawing at Michael as it tried to find purchase. She attempted to bite him, but Michael raised his right arm and the thing started trying to chew through his leather jacket. The old man was off-balance, struggling to stay standing, as he tried to push the zombie off with little success. What’s more is that his gun was in his right hand, and he couldn’t effectively bring it to bear on the zombie unless it got off his arm.