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Subject: [UW!] Heather pt4
From: "Macaw" tomt@f1.net.au
Date: Sat, 04 September 1999 07:28 PM EDT
Message-id: <37d1aa74@wsydnap.rpi.net.au>
Her parents HAD to be in this stinking pile of buildings. But Heather
didn't have the power to find them. Suddenly overcome by doubt, she walked
back into the bookstore and burst into tears.
"Are you okay?" the boy asked as he hurried in from the back of the store.
"Where's the RPD?" Heather asked through her tears.
"Um...it's through the alley at the back of the store, right, then left,
then take the third right and the second left."
"Oh..." Heather nodded and left the same way she had first entered. Sam
looked after her in astonishment.
Heather wandered through the alley. Her footsteps bounced off the walls
and echoed in her ears. She was lost, not in the streets of Raccoon City,
but in her mind.
Finally, the RPD loomed in front of her. Tailor, pacing worriedly in
front, saw her.
"Where have you been?!" he yelled angrily.
"I got...I don't know...bored..." Heather mumbled.
Tailor sighed. "Heather, you're the only survivor of a massacre."
"My parents are still alive." Heather said uncertainly.
"Heather -"
"They are!" Heather screamed. "They are!" She turned to flee, but found
Tailor holding her arm.
"Look, you can stay at my place for tonight." Tailor said. "I'll see if I
can find someone to take you."
"I want to find my parents."
"Heather, you..." Tailor trailed off as Heather gave him a pathetic,
I'm-so-innocent, heart-breaking stare. "All right!" he moaned. "Tomorrow,
I'll drive you up to the resort and you can have a look around. But we have
recovered all the bodies."
"So?"
"We've done facial reconstructions." Tailor explained. "Just have a look
and see if your parents are there."
"Fine." Heather said. "But they won't be there!"
"No." Heather said as Tailor held up the last reconstruction. "See, I
told you they survived!"
"Okay." Tailor said, ignoring Heather's crowing. "I guess we can go home
now."
"I'm hungry....thirsty, too." Heather complained.
"That, Heather, is why we're going home." Tailor said dryly.
"Do you have any pets?" Heather enquired as she stepped into Tailor's
home.
"Nope." Tailor said. "Landlord's a bit of a dictator."
"Oh." Heather said. "In Australia we live in houses."
"So do we." Tailor said with a laugh. "But some cities don't have space
for houses."
"Like Raccoon."
"Nah. We have houses, just not in the congested areas."
The pair sat, eating pasta.
"What the hell is this city all about?" Heather asked between shovelling
in mouthfuls.
Tailor sighed. "About a year ago more or less Raccoon's entire populace
was killed by some virus that supposedly turned them into zombies."
"Yeah right, and..." An image of the dead dog chasing Heather flashed
through her mind. "Zombies?"
"Yes. No-one believes it, but people have started to disappear."
"I saw what was killing the people at the resort. Dead dogs that were
moving..."
"Goddammit." Tailor muttered. Then, suddenly, his heart filled with
dread. Maybe the bodies at the morgue were infected with this supposed
virus...