Resident Evil: Vengeance 24 Urgent Care

As Page and Derek recover from the dizziness, Page pushes the airbag away as it starts to deflate. They both lean away from the windows as zombies suddenly press up against the sides of the car, trying to get it, hitting their hands against the gla.s.s which manages to stay intact. They quickly unbuckle themselves and look for anyway out of the car, meanwhile the sound of the bull roaring can be heard. As they turn to the back window, the bull slams into the car, heavily denting the trunk of the car, and causing the windows on the sides to start cracking. The bull starts to back up to charge again.

Page notices that the front window, which is cracked slightly, is in the kitchen area, safe from the zombies.

"Get up and help me with this," Page states as she lifts her legs up onto the dashboard. Not wanting to be crushed by the bull, Derek quickly climbs his way to the front pa.s.senger seat. He puts his legs up and just as they're about to kick the window, the bull rams into the car again, tearing off part of the back, the windows cracking even more. The sides of the car are now surrounded by zombies, all trying to break into the car.

"On three," Page quickly says, "One, two, three!"

They kick the gla.s.s simultaneously, the cracks on the window spreading rapidly, but it's still in place. The bull backs up for another charge.

"One, two, three!"

They kick again, the window shattered, some pieces flying at them nad lightly cutting them. They quickly climb out onto the hood and slide off the sides into the kitchen as the bull charges at the car once more, the windows on the sides finally breaking. The car jerks forward a bit, Page and Derek quickly distancing themselves from the car. Zombies quickly start entering the windows, the ones behind them shoving them through as they try to enter as well.

There's a door leading to a storage room in the back left corner of the room. It's open, showing a large shutter door on the other side of the room.

"This way!" Page exclaims as she signals for Derek to follow. The two run into the storage room where lots of boxes of various foods and fridges sit at the sides, some stained in blood. Two chains on pulleys connected to the shutters sit on both sides of it. Page hurries over to the one on the left while Derek goes to the one on the right. They can hear the car being rammed by the bull in the distance as they desperately pull on the chains, the shutter door slowly opening up. They get halfway up when they hear an even louder crash coming from the kitchen.

Glancing behind they see some debri falling down and the car halfway into the kitchen, the wall around crumbling apart and making a large whole, almost big enough for the bull to fit through.

"Hold on as much as you can," Derek says, "I'm gonna get under and hold it up,"

"Alright," Page says as she tightens her grip on the chain. Derek lets go of his chain, Page already struggling at stopping hers from moving while Derek hurries to the shutters. He stands under the shutters, holding his hands to the sides of his head as he uses all his strength to keep it open.

"H-Hurry!" He says as the weight of the shutters becomes heavier by the second. Page hurries under, and as soon as she's in the clear Derek shoves the door up and lets go, hurrying out from under it before it comes crashing down onto the ground with a hard slam. The two stand their for a bit before as they catch their breath, luckily the unloading zone their in has no zombies in it, but the street it leads to does. They jump when the shutters become heavily dented as sounds of a raging bull come from the other side.

The two hurry to the street, the bull breaking through the shutters as they reach it. As they run through swarms of zombies that try to grab them as they run past, the bull quickly shows up behind them, mowing down zombies left and right. They hurry over to a nearby building, trying to the front doors but its locked. Before they run the bull catches up to them. As Page brings her arms up to shield herself Derek grabs onto her using himself as a shield just as the bull's horns reach them.

Derek screams in agony as one of the bull's horns stabs into his lower back. The force launches the two into the door and breaking the lock. They fall to the ground on a cold wood floor, Page being pinned to the ground by Derek's weight. Weak and starting to lose consciousness, Derek falls over onto his side, then onto his back. The bull tries to break through the small doorway, but to no avail, the walls won't budge. Furious, the bull lets out an angry snort before going back to the streets and attacking nearby zombies.

Page sees the blood starting to stain the floor around Derek and quickly grabs her radio.

"J-Jacob, where's the hospital in this town?!"

"Hey, calm down," His voice responds, "Where are you?"

"Um," Page quickly looks around, looking at what she can from the lights outside. The floors are wood, and there's some tables and chairs near them, a stool a couple feet away off to the right, "A bar I think,"

"There's a lot of bars in this city, can you find the name of it?"

Page grabs her gun, using it's flashlight to look around. There's a bar with several stools, luckily no zombies, but some blood stained furniture suggest there were at some point. There's a sign on the wall behind the bar, it reads, "Mercy".

"There's a sign saying Mercy," She responds.

"Mercy...you're pretty d.a.m.n lucky, the hospital is connected to that bar through an alley you can get to through a door across from the entrance. Place had so many injuries and casualties they named it after the hospital and connected them,"

"Thanks,"

"Why do you need to go there? You don't sound severely injured?"
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Page glances at Derek, his eyes barely open as he does nothing but focus on breathing.

"I found someone severely injured,"

"Were they bit?"

"No, attacked by the bull,"

"Alright, be safe, we don't know if that f.u.c.ker can infect people or not,"

"I will,"

Page quickly puts her radio back on her belt as she walks over to Derek. Kneeling down she places a hand under his shoulder.

"Come on, I need to get you to the hospital," She says as she starts to push him up. He groans in pain as he does everything he can to sit up. Through much struggle and pain, he manages to rise onto his two feet with Page's help. Derek on her left, she puts his right arm over her right shoulder before tey start walking to the door leading to the alley. A red sign with a white cross sits next to it.

Opening up the door the two head into a thin alleyway, buildings on both sides of them. On the other end of the alley is a much cleaner looking building with a pair of gla.s.s doors leading inside. As they make their way over to it she can feel Derek become heavier as he continues to lose consciousness, barely hanging in there.

"Come on, just a little farther," She says worryingly, "I didn't unlock the door so you could die on me," As they approach the gla.s.s doors, they open automatically. They enter a tiny lobby with a small desk that has a gla.s.s shield around it, a small window in the middle for people to speak through. Blood stains the tiny room where a receptionist should be, the lights in the lobby flickering. It's much dirtier in here than the outside suggested. Some beer bottles lay on the ground under some seats.

She takes Derek to the left of the desk down a small hall, some of the lights completely out, some fully working, and one near the end of the hall is also flickering. She opens the first door on the left they reach. A room with a bed and some chairs sit tidy and clean, the light in the room already on and welcoming them inside. They walk inside and she takes Derek over to the bed, laying him down on top of it. She closes the door before looking around for any medicine. She hears the door open and she turns to see a woman pointing a gun at her. Her eyes are filled with fear and her skin is a bit pale. One of her arms has a bite mark and there's some blood on her uniform.

"W-Who are you?!" She exclaims with shaking berath.

"I-I'm just trying to find some medicine and gauze, he's badly hurt," Page replies as she holds her hands up. The nurse looks at Derek than back at her.

"Was he bitten?"

"No, there was, an explosion, and he get hit by some shrapnel in his back. I pulled it out and brought him here as fast as I could,"

The nurse glances at Derek before she starts nodding.

"O-Okay...I'll get some supplies. You stay here, you hear me? I don't want any funny business," Page nods as the woman backs away into the hall, closing the door behind her.

Poor woman, she's clearly lost her sanity from this outbreak. I don't know if she's lucky to have survived this long, or unlucky enough to have to suffer like that, she must know she's bit and that her time is short...

After some time the nurse comes back with a cart, some medical supplies on it, and the gun as well. She undoes the straps off his chest holster.

"Help me turn him over," The nurse states as she stands on the right side of the bed. Page stands at the left side and they turn him onto his back, Derek groaning in pain. The wound on his back is pretty severe, a large hole showing some bone and exposed muscle, though it looks less severe than what Page expected. The nurse pulls the holster off him and his rifle, putting it on a nearby nightstand.

"Help me with his shirt,"

With more groans of agony, they take off Derek's shirt. The nurse grabs a wet towel and start dabbing the area around the wound, cleaning off the blood. With every second the nurse looks closer and closer to death. The crazed look in her eyes is more focused and calm than before though as she does what's natural to her. The blood cleaned off, the nurse puts the towel in a small bucket of water at the bottom of the cart. She grabs another towel, putting some disinfectant on it. As she dabs the towel on the wound Derek's body twitches from the sudden searing pain.

Undeterred, the nurse makes sure to get every spot. She than wraps gauze around Derek's lower abdomen, Page helping her whenever it gets to her side of the bed. When they finish they turn him onto his back. His eyes closed, Derek is unconscious.

"That's all I can do for now," The nurse says, "I'll go find a doctor," And she takes the cart and leaves the room. Page stares at the door, shaken by the woman's demented demeanor. Not too much time pa.s.ses before she hears the cart crash onto its side.

Page walks out into the hall, seeing the nurse on the ground, everything on the cart spilled all over the floor. Hoping to stop the transformation, Page brings her gun up, aiming at the woman's head. She hesitates as her finger lays on the trigger. After some time staring at the pain and fear in the woman's eyes, she pulls it. The nurse's body stops moving.

That look will never stop putting shivers down my spine, despite all the times I've seen it. How is it that Jacob can pull the trigger with so little hesitation? At least I've sparred her from becoming one of those things.

A bit shaken up, page puts her gun away and heads back into the room where Derek rests. She walks up to him, noticing that his breathing has already calmed down and he seems to be sleeping rather peacefully.

I can't believe I brought him here...I just saved the life of a guy who killed thousands of innocent people. But, why is he here of all places, surely this can't be a coincidence.

As thoughts go through her mind she can't help but notice his shirtless torso.

He's a lot more built than I thought, never thought the evil business man type to workout. Though...he's no Jacob…

She glances over at his shirt laying by the sniper rifle on the nightstand.

Son of a b.i.t.c.h. Was he the one shooting at us back in the market?! If he was, then why the h.e.l.l did he help me? G.o.d, I understand viruses better than I understand men.

Her thoughts get interrupted when she hears stuff being kicked around and the shuffling of feet outside.