This is my first fan-fiction based on Resident Evil. Please review this story and who knows. If I get good reviews, I might start on a sequel. I would like to give a special thanks to CAPCOM for creating the best video game series ever. Rock on guys! I don't own anything in this story except for Monica & Ken.
Raccoon CityOctober 9th 2006
Raccoon Forest was engulfed in an eerie silence that chilly evening. The two men were hiking back to base camp at around 7:00. "Dude, I think we're lost. We've been out here for almost three hours. We should have been back at camp in an hour." Complained one of the men. "Mark, shut the fuck up! Your not helping our situation!" replied Paul. The hikers continued their search for the camp, but were unsuccessful. The moon was being blocked off by the many thick trees which made the path very hard to see. The temperature was slowly dropping to the minuses. The silence was suddenly killed by a loud thud from behind them. Both men immediately spun around and stared in the direction of the noise, waiting for a bear or something to jump out at them. They waited for another minute in complete silence. "Whatever that was, it's gone now." Said Paul. The men started to turn around as a huge figure jumped out of the shadows and knocked Mark to the ground. "Get it off of me!" screamed Mark, flailing his arms franticly. Paul looked for a stick or something but it was to dark to really see anything. In the darkness, Paul heard a loud ripping noise then felt drips of something wet hitting him in the face. The figure ripped and tore at Mark's stomach with immense strength. Paul started to run down the path with all his might. Finally after running for a couple of minutes, Paul stopped to catch his breath and make sure the attacker was not chasing him. He waited for a few seconds but heard nothing but his rapid heartbeat. After about a minute, he turned and continued to run. Paul finally noticed a light at the end of the path. "Oh thank God!" he thought to himself. Upon reaching the cabin door, he swung it open, ready to warn the rest of the campers. All he found was a room full of severed limbs. Blood was soaking everything. All the windows had been shattered but judging from the direction of the glass shards, they were broken from the outside as if something was trying to get in. He slowly stepped into the cabin and looked around for any sign of life. At the moment he walked near the first bed, a man stood up from behind a table at the end of the cabin. "Hey! What the fuck happened here?" yelled Paul. The man just stared at Paul in complete silence. "Hello? Are you all right?" asked Paul. Suddenly the man bolted towards Paul at an inhuman speed. The man jumped at Paul and tackled him to the floor. "Get the Fuck off!" pleaded Paul. The man sunk his teeth into the side of Paul's head. The zombie ripped at Paul's skull and swallowed every chunk whole. Blood squirted out of Paul's wound like a sprinkler. Minutes passed and finally the zombie finished it's attack. With a low moan, it stood up and slowly walked out of the cabin, eager for it's next victim.
"Almost home." Jill Valentine thought to herself as the plane flew across the morning sky. The sun was shining with an unusual brightness which was rare in Raccoon City. She was returning from a well earned vacation to Chicago. She turned her head and looked at her sleeping daughter. "Poor little girl was up all night." "Five minutes until we land in Raccoon City!" read the intercom. "Good." Though Jill. She had barely escaped the city before it was annihilated by that nuclear missile. But she did and God was she ever glad. Jill now worked as a lawyer for a prestigious law-firm. She had her daughter Monica to think about so she quit her job as a S.T.A.R.S. member for her daughter's sake. Jill could not imagine what Monica's life would be like without a mother. Monica's father was killed in combat during a shoot-out at a bank in western Raccoon City. The thought brought tears to Jill's eyes and she quickly drowned out the thought. She felt the plane descending so she shook Monica to wake up. "Wake up sweety." Whispered Jill. "We're home now." Monica slowly sat up and rubbed her eyes. Jill smiled at her ten year old daughter. Monica was doing very well in school with a 5.0 grade point average. The plane hit the ground with a soft shake and sped down the runway. The machine finally slowed to a stop and the sounds of the engines finally died. "Come on Monica." Jill stood up and grabbed their bags. They walked out of the plane and down the walk way. Jill looked through the windows to see if their escort had arrived and sure enough, there stood Chris Redfield. Chris was Jill's best friend and the closest thing Monica had to a father figure. "Chris!" yelled Monica as she ran towards him. "Hey Monica!" yelled Chris as he picked her up and hugged her. Jill walked around the corner and walked over to Chris. She dropped the bags and hugged Chris. "God it's good to see you!" said Chris as his hug tightened. Chris let go of Jill and picked up the bags. "So how was the trip?" asked Chris. "You know what? It was actually pretty fun." Replied Jill. "What about the flight back?" asked Chris. "Don't even get me started!" replied Jill, playfully. They walked to Chris's Dodge pickup and loaded the bags in the back. Chris ran to the other side and opened the door for the girls. Everyone loaded up into the truck and they headed down the highway. Chris usually drives like a maniac but he was being cautious with the girls in the truck with him. "Guess what Chris?" said Monica in her high voice. "What?" asked Chris very child-like. "We went to Universal Studios and saw the Jaws ride." "Sounds like you guys had lots of fun." Jill stared out at the beautiful country side. The area was filled with lush green fields and huge forests. The temperature was a little chilly but nothing very severe. She looked over at Chris and noticed how much her daughter loved this man. They were always playing around in the yard with each other. Football, Basketball, Frisbee, anything they could find. Chris and Monica also had a deep affection for video games. They both loved the Prince of Persia series. Jill has always been very glad that she had met Chris. They finally entered the industrial area of Raccoon City where all the building was going on. They pulled into Jill's driveway and stopped the truck. "Well, we're home." Said Jill very gladly. Her and Chris grabbed the bags and went to the front door. Jill unlocked the door and went inside. They dropped the bags on the floor and turned on the lights. "Is it ok if I come over later?" asked Chris. "You know that your always welcome here. Your basically a part of this family." Answered Jill. Chris smiled and opened the door. "Bye Chris!" yelled Monica from the living room. "Bye Monica!" Chris yelled back. "Bye and thanks again." Said Jill. "Anytime." Replied Chris. Chris walked out onto the porch and closed the door. Jill heard the truck start up and the sound of the engine get lower and lower until the noise was completely gone. "Good old Chris." Thought Jill as she smiled and walked into the living room.
