My Multiverse Trip 388 388. Mansion.

I get in the drivers seat and start up the truck. Looking over at the mansion it looks completely empty from the outside.

I Rev the engine and put the truck into gear before heading towards the main iron gate. I speed up preparing to ram through it.

Sadly the gate crushes my dreams and opens automatically. b.a.s.t.a.r.ds.

I pull up the long driveway to the beautiful multi million dollar mansion. I put everything in park and press a b.u.t.ton in the dash. There's a rumble from the truck as my car drops down hiding the tires and locks itself into place.

I get of and press the lock b.u.t.ton and get an evil chuckle in reply.

I love this truck.

I pull out my gun and slowly make my way to the front door. I get ready to kick the fancy door in before I sigh and just turn the n.o.b walking in easily.

Really no fun.

I slowly make my way inside checking corners and rooms as I go along. The whole place is abandoned as this was just supposed to be a cover for the high tech base hidden under it.

I hear a shower running in a distant room and slowly make my way over.

I ease the door open and lying on the shower floor is the naked body of the Alice from the resident evil series.

I walk right on over turn off the now cold water and softly slap her cheeks. The upper ones for your perverts out there.

"Hey wake up! You shouldn't sleep in the shower." I keep slapping her cheeks checking over the cut on her forhead. shower falls can be nasty.

Her eyes tremble and slowly yet groggily open. I cradle her face and grab a mini flashlight from my belt.

"Hey focus on the light and tell me what can you remember." I check her pupils to see if she has a concussion or anything.

She mumbles out some unintelligible words.

"It's okay take your time I'm going to close this cut on your forhead while you think about your name for me okay?" I pull out my little medical pocket kit and grab some ointment and b.u.t.terfly st.i.tches. I slowly apply them to her forhead sealing the wound. Forhead cuts are usually nasty looking as they bleed alot.

"Where am i? Why can't I remember anything." She quietly asks focusing a little more on me.

"You where involved in some kind of gas attack which seems to have effected your memory or it could be from the nasty fall you took. Either could work I have no way of checking." I tell her grabbing a towel and wiping her off before getting another towel and wrapping it around her.

"Who are you?" She asks.

"Special tactics and rescue service." I pa.s.s her my wallet with my ID.

"Why do you have tacos?" she asks curiously eying the taco box in my other hand.

"Dinner later." I reply. "let's quickly get to dressed as right now there's a rather big emergency about to go down and you'll want to be prepared."

"Emergency?" She asks holding onto my arm as I help her walk to a bedroom I'd seen previously.

"Yes there has been a kind of biological attack that turns people into zombies." I tell her.

"Zombies? What are zombies?" She asks in confusion.

Apparently this world doesn't know what zombies are. That's one of the reasons why zombie apocalypse world's fall so fast is because no one knows what they are.

"Think of them as undead people. They have died and come back craving human flesh." I tell her as she looks at me in worry.

"Hurry and get dressed I'm sure you don't want to be naked for this although I do enjoy the view." I chuckle.

She quickly starts rummaging through drawers finding clothes and shoes. "make sure it's easy to move in as we might be running alot later." I tell her.

After a few minutes she fully dressed. I sit her down and make her eat something and drink some water. No idea how long we will be moving.

Soon there's an odd sound coming from outside. It gets slowly louder and louder. I move to the nearest window and above is a helicopter the door slides open revealing fully geared people zip lining down into the yard. I slide the window open and pull out my gun popping off a few potshots at them. Making them quickly drop to the ground and disconnect before hiding behind whatever was nearest.

"Federal agents hold your fire!" One of them shouts.

"That's not very convincing friend!" I shout back watching the helicopter fly off after I shoot a couple shots at it aswell.

"Hold your fire or we will have to move in with lethal force!" Came the voice.

"Are you sure you wish to do that? I have quite a few grenades and I haven't even properly aimed at you yet." I of course didn't have grenades sadly.

There's silence for a few minutes. "Can I get identification on who I am speaking with?" comes the voice again.

"s.e.xually attractive taco delivery boy and part time S.t.a.r.s member Ryan Steele." I shout back.

"do you have identification you can toss out so we can make sure you are who you say you are?" comes the voice.

I lob out the window a beefy five layer.

Silence for a minute. "I meant for the S.t.a.r.s agent part."

"I know but I just want to make sure the s.e.xually attractive taco delivery boy is very well known." I shout back before throwing my wallet out the window. "Also I know exactly how much money I have so even if there is an undead rising don't think I'll let you off for stealing my money."

There's silence once more. "Your identification checks out lower your weapon so we can come in and talk we might need your a.s.sistance."

"You think I'm r.e.t.a.r.ded enough to just lower my weapon? I have no idea who you are you could be umbrella corps." I shout back out the window biting into a doritos locos taco.

".... fine I will come in with my hands up can you not shoot me?" the voice shouts.

"That depends on how much money is in my wallet I strictly remember 500 dollars." I shout out the window.

"What but there wasn't any money in it?!?!" he shout back.

"Then you better fix it." I laugh.