Dead Rising 2: For Love And Zombrex
Pride and Prejudice and Zombies and Psychopaths
Published: October 27, 2010
The following excerpts are from the diary of former motocross champion Chuck Greene, recovered from Fortune City by TotalPlayStation.com Sports Editor and Survivor, Scott Rodgers…
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Day 1
It's been a hell of a day. For those of you that don't know, my daughter has the disease. She needs Zombrex every day. Every day for 3 years now. Zombrex is not cheap. Being ex-motocross champion Chuck Greene might put food on the table, but it doesn't put the Zombrex in my little girl, if you know what I mean. So I did something I never thought I would do. I agreed to appear on that disreputable Terror is Reality program, to attach chainsaws to my beloved motocross bike, and to dismember as many zombies as possible during a round of "Slicecycles". Things went wrong fast, and I don't just mean the fact that I didn't win the prize. After the show, someone freed all the zombies they use for fodder, and worse yet, they framed me for it. Now Fortune City is totally overrun, and while I found my way to a safe house, the only way I can clear my name is by going back out there and getting some answers about who really is behind this menace, and why. Plus I need Zombrex for Katey, or, well… I don't want to think about what will happen if I don't get it. Looks like it will take three days for the military to get here and rescue us, so we just have to hold out until then.
Few people know this about me, but the famous photojournalist Frank West and I are friends. When I was just starting my motocross career, he was assigned to do a photo essay on me, and we became like family. I've actually talked to him a number of times since the Willamette incident. Yes, he survived. Thanks to my talks with Frank, I had a good idea of what to expect from these shamblers. Things don't seem to have changed much in the three years since that all went down. Zombies still act the same, and the world hasn't really changed much in that time. It is still tough to get around out there, but with a little hard work, moving through these hordes quickly became second nature, except for the few times I found myself reaching for some desperately needed OJ, only to inexplicably grab a shower head or some other useless item instead. I know I am no arms master when it comes to guns, but I didn't anticipate it would be so tough to use them effectively. It's almost not worth my time, especially with so much else to work with out there.
Frank might have had his photography to fall back during the Willamette incident, but I can't snap a picture without cutting of someones head or getting my thumb in the shot. I do know how to work with my hands though, and years of tuning and customizing my bikes has given me the ability to improvise a lot if you put the right tools in front of me. I'm a bit like MacGyver that way. The mall and casinos around the safe house are littered with stuff I can fashion into weapons, and once that security officer gave me the maintenance key I was able to access workbenches everywhere to construct them. I might not have the most creativity when it comes to thinking up new ideas, but show me something once and I can make it again and again. Like when I took that wheelchair and attached it to a lawn mower. I'm still picking zombie bits from out behind my ears.
Thankfully I got a dose of Zombrex for Katey, and tomorrow I will head out again.
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Day 1
It's been a hell of a day. For those of you that don't know, my daughter has the disease. She needs Zombrex every day. Every day for 3 years now. Zombrex is not cheap. Being ex-motocross champion Chuck Greene might put food on the table, but it doesn't put the Zombrex in my little girl, if you know what I mean. So I did something I never thought I would do. I agreed to appear on that disreputable Terror is Reality program, to attach chainsaws to my beloved motocross bike, and to dismember as many zombies as possible during a round of "Slicecycles". Things went wrong fast, and I don't just mean the fact that I didn't win the prize. After the show, someone freed all the zombies they use for fodder, and worse yet, they framed me for it. Now Fortune City is totally overrun, and while I found my way to a safe house, the only way I can clear my name is by going back out there and getting some answers about who really is behind this menace, and why. Plus I need Zombrex for Katey, or, well… I don't want to think about what will happen if I don't get it. Looks like it will take three days for the military to get here and rescue us, so we just have to hold out until then.
Few people know this about me, but the famous photojournalist Frank West and I are friends. When I was just starting my motocross career, he was assigned to do a photo essay on me, and we became like family. I've actually talked to him a number of times since the Willamette incident. Yes, he survived. Thanks to my talks with Frank, I had a good idea of what to expect from these shamblers. Things don't seem to have changed much in the three years since that all went down. Zombies still act the same, and the world hasn't really changed much in that time. It is still tough to get around out there, but with a little hard work, moving through these hordes quickly became second nature, except for the few times I found myself reaching for some desperately needed OJ, only to inexplicably grab a shower head or some other useless item instead. I know I am no arms master when it comes to guns, but I didn't anticipate it would be so tough to use them effectively. It's almost not worth my time, especially with so much else to work with out there.
Frank might have had his photography to fall back during the Willamette incident, but I can't snap a picture without cutting of someones head or getting my thumb in the shot. I do know how to work with my hands though, and years of tuning and customizing my bikes has given me the ability to improvise a lot if you put the right tools in front of me. I'm a bit like MacGyver that way. The mall and casinos around the safe house are littered with stuff I can fashion into weapons, and once that security officer gave me the maintenance key I was able to access workbenches everywhere to construct them. I might not have the most creativity when it comes to thinking up new ideas, but show me something once and I can make it again and again. Like when I took that wheelchair and attached it to a lawn mower. I'm still picking zombie bits from out behind my ears.
Thankfully I got a dose of Zombrex for Katey, and tomorrow I will head out again.
