Chapter 1: Rainy Dayz
By: d4rk ifrit
Disclaimer: I don't own anything that has to do with Biohazard (Resident Evil). The characters used in this FanFic are property of their respectful owners.
Note: I haven't used any characters from the Biohazard Universe just yet.
It was raining heavily in Raccoon City. Jake, like any other teenager, hated it when it rained. When it only meant that he was stuck inside all day. Not because he couldn't go outside but because there was nothing to do in Raccoon City when it rained. And it was boring inside.
This whole day had been waited. And for what? To simply sit around and stare out the window listening to the clattering of the rain on the soaked pavement.
He could very well have driven him and his friends someplace, anyplace, to escape the shear dullness that was his current situation. But the phones weren't working for some strange and unknown reason. This must have been due to the thunderstorm. So he couldn't contact any friends if he wanted to.
But the phone wasn't the only thing not working. The TV seemed to be not operational, not helping the situation the least. Thus leading him to find out what was occupying all of his sister's abundant time.
He made his way down the hall to his beloved sister's room. Only she was not presently accounted for. He began searching the rest of his home for her whereabouts.
"Alice," announced Jake. "Alice where are you?"
He paused for a moment a, awaiting her reply.
"I'm in the basement," she replied. Though her voice was faint.
Jake made his way through the kitchen then to the basement door. As he opened the door it made sort of a squeaking noise. He began walking down the stairs. As he walked his weight hit fully upon the basement steps.
Clunk, Clunk, Clunk, Clunk, Clunk…
As he reached the end of the steps he peered to his right. His sister was sitting on the floor listing to some sort of old brown devise.
"What are you doing," announced Jake as she turned down the volume?
"The television is broken or something. And I think this is dad's old radio. It still works. Cool huh?"
"Sure," he replied sarcastically as he sat next to her. "What are you listening to?"
"I'm not so sure. It's like some weird horror show. It sounds as though it's pretty well made. Like one of those story shows we used to listen to as kids. Only more scary."
"Yeah, I remember those. So we gonna listen or what?"
Alice reached over and turned up the volume.
"…minding their own business," started the man over the radio. "Walking through the park and were attacked. These weren't just the elderly and the young. These were grown men who were killed. They were brutally murdered. These victims were savagely eaten while they were still alive."
"And do you think Doctor," started another man, "that this could be some form of cannibalistic voodoo?"
"We don't know what's going on. We don't know who is behind this and what their agenda is. The sad thing is that this isn't happening in some far off places this is right in our own hometown."
"Now Doctor. What can the people at home do right now to protect themselves from the assailants?"
"I would advise you, listeners at home, to stay inside as much as possible. Lock your doors and try never to be alone. If possible board up your doors and windows. You never know when they may begin to attack homes next. And if by all means possible carry some sort of weapon to protect yourself."
"That's Doctor Phil Engleman and I'm Al Thomson reporting on the Raccoon City Attacks. Operators…"
"Wait did he just say 'Raccoon City Attacks'," asked Jake? "Are you sure this isn't a news station?"
"It could be. The numbers are all faded so I can't even read them if I wanted to."
"I think we should stay inside till Mom and Dad get home."
"Yeah you're probably right."
Jake headed back upstairs to lock all the doors and windows. Alice stayed in the basement trying to find a better station. Jake sat on the couch in the living room awaiting his parents to either call or return.
The evening begins to fade away. And we once again enter the world of survival horror.