This is my first fan fiction on this site hopefully it's not a bomb.
Resident Evil is a copyright of Capcom I claim no ownership
New city. New Characters. Same old Umbrella.
This story takes place after the Raccoon incident. Vincent Stone is a highly skilled assassin contracted to take out a target in Raccoon City by Umbrella. Vincent was on his way to fulfill his contract when the nightmare in Raccoon began. He makes his way through the streets of Raccoon before a lot of zombies begin to clog them. He finds his target hold up in the underground parking structure for Umbrella's medical building. Professor James never saw the end coming. Vincent then fought his way through the infected people of Raccoon and makes it to the entrance of a secret Umbrella train station in the sewers under Raccoon City. He can taste freedom. In a twist of fate a loose pipe hanging in Umbrellas underground train system falls and knocks him out cold. He is rescued before the nuclear blast levels Raccoon by a mysterious man named Trent. Trent and a small group close to him has aspirations of taking Umbrella down and exposing what they really are. When Vincent wakes up he is in a helicopter. Trent explains how he found Vincent and how he knew who he was. He then tells Vincent something that rocks him to the core. Umbrella has set up shop in his home town of South Haven in Ohio. Trent also explains that several Umbrella scientists made it out of Raccoon before the infection hit. Among them is a rather insane man named Simon Shackelford. Simon is poised to take complete control of the Umbrella medical tower and the secret underground lab compound. Vincent is given two options by Trent. Go to South Haven and if an outbreak occurs call Trent, then break into the Umbrella facilities to steal any information that will incriminate the company. Or he can simply get off the chopper when it lands, fade into the night and act like nothing ever happened. Vincent thinks it over the whole helicopter trip and when it lands Trent asks for an answer. Vincent chooses to try to take down Umbrella and try to save his family from the hell Umbrella can create. Trent is pleased. He sets Vincent up in a house in South Haven complete with firepower and a special wrist mounted computer system. Trent has made a friend inside the South Haven S.T.A.R.S. and he will help Vincent as much as he can. Now it's time for Vincent to wait for the Nightmare to begin. The story begins four months after Raccoon City is laid to waste in what the media dubs an accident.
Vincent sits bolt upright in bed from a fresh Umbrella nightmare. Sweat on his well sculpted body glistens in the moonlight as he grabs for the Desert Eagle under his pillow. The weight of the gun brings him some comfort. In his old line of work a light compact weapon was the best choice. After what he saw in Raccoon firepower has become more important then the weight of a weapon in his eyes. He moves to the window and looks out into the still summer night. Nothing moves not even a breeze stirs in the trees. Nothing shambled from the shadows into the pools of streetlamp light on the road. He lets out a deep sigh and relaxes making his way back to his bed. He glances at the alarm clock and sees that it is four thirty in the morning. He hasn't slept well since he came face to face with the walking undead in Raccoon. Visions of the shambling creatures always invade his dreams. He slides the gun under the second set of pillows and then lays back down on the bed. He grabs the wrist computer from the nightstand by his bed. Trent said he was only giving it to him because he felt he can trust him. The wrist mounted unit is a prototype created by the military it is filled with maps and information about Umbrella and it's monsters. Following a piece of advice Trent gave him Vincent had spent most of his time since leaving Trent's custody studying the files the computer holds. Vincent had only come up against the zombie creatures wile making his way through the alleys and finally the underground labs in Raccoon. The images and information about the creatures Umbrella is engineering made Vincent's hair stand up and his stomach clench. He wrote in an e-mail to Trent that it is hard to believe that men could create such monstrosities and sleep at night. Trent only replied that the conscience of some men can be silenced with money and power. Vincent opens the computer and flips through the maps of the city looking for any red blips on the screen. The computer is connected a satellite set to keep pace with the earth so that it always over South Haven. It and three others where created by Trent and his group of anti-Umbrella scientists to track the movement of anything infected with the T or G virus. They will show up as a red blip on the wrist computer it will then send an alert tone to the earpiece if connected. In a tight spot the satellite has a laser onboard that can be controlled by the wrist comp. It can be used to cut a path through a crowd of infected or a dart can be fired into a target, the laser will move and attack only the marked target. After use it takes a wile to recharge but it may be vital in a pinch. The maps show no red blips in any sector. Vincent places the comp back on it's charging station and lays back down. He knows he should try and go back to sleep. The next day will be a trying one. He has to convince his family that they all need to leave South Haven and go on a long vacation. If they can't be convinced by Vincent ; Trent said he would step in drug them and with hypnosis change their minds. He also has his contact inside the S.T.A.R.S organization coming over at eight in the morning. This will be the first meeting between the two of them. Vincent knows the odds are against him when he tells his family why they need to leave town. It wouldn't be the first time they called him a lunatic. Giving up hope on going back to bed Vincent decides to get up and just start his day early. After putting the wrist computer on and getting dressed in a pair of black cargo shorts; black tee-shirt ; a black and red tribal patterned over shirt. Vincent walks downstairs then goes to the kitchen to grab a bottle of ice tea from the fridge. He twists the top off and takes a long drink before walking toward the front door. After Raccoon Vincent had a bit of an awakening of sorts. He had taken so much for granted as an assassin. So he decided to get back some of his humanity and possibly get out of the business of killing altogether. He walks through the front door and onto the front porch. He takes a seat in a old deck chair he found in the garage and waits for the sun to come up. The house is situated in a copse of trees a ways back from the road on a large lot. The porch faces the rising sun and is the perfect place to watch and soak up the first rays of the sun. The sky is painted red and orange as the sun breaks over the horizon. Vincent drinks the last of the tea from he bottle. He walks back into the house and places the glass bottle in the recycling bin. He grabs his sunglasses and cell phone from the kitchen counter. He slides his phone into one of his cargo pockets as he heads back upstairs to his bedroom. He picks up the shoulder holster for the desert eagle and puts it on. He has all the proper permits to carry a concealed weapon and there is no way he is going anywhere with out a gun on him. A few automatic weapons Trent set him up with are in a specially built space concealed behind the seat of his truck. He pulls the Desert Eagle Magnum from under the pillows on his bed. He discharges the clip and seeing that its full slides the clip back into the gun. He slides it into it's holster as he walks to a large ornate bookcase next to the window. It turns out Trent has odd taste and had a few surprises installed in the house before Vincent moved in. In the basement is a tunnel entrance behind a fireplace that leads to the garage. There is a space large enough to hide two full grown people under the kitchen table. Also in the bed room he added something just for Vincent. The book case by the window is really a gun storage space. Pull on the right sequence of books, the case glides away from the wall and on the back are spaces to hang guns. Trent planned on giving the house to Vincent after the ordeal. That is if he is alive and the city is still standing. Vincent pulls on three books in sequence the bookcase glides silently from the wall. He pulls two fully loaded clips for the magnum from a rack and slips them into leather loops in the holster. He pushes the case shut and heads back downstairs. The sound of a stick snapping outside triggers his instincts and he pulls out his weapon. Looking at the clock display on the wrist computer he sees it's now six twenty five.
"If that's my contact she is very early." He said under his breath. There was a small knock on the front door Vincent takes up position by the door and lifts the shade slightly. It was a woman in her mid twenties with jet black hair and green eyes. All Vincent could do for a moment is stare at her. She is more beautiful than any woman he had seen before.
"The password please." He said still holding his gun at the ready. She looked slightly startled at first then stammered
"Trent."
He opened the door a crack and waited for her to walk inside. She walked in with her nine millimeter trained at him. His magnum was raised as well and a thick silence filled the room. He was no longer enamored with her and had switched into business mode.
"So do you always greet your new contacts with a Desert Eagle Mr. Stone or are you just showing off for me? She asked trying to hide her slight fear.
"Don't flatter yourself. After what I saw in Raccoon this is the smallest handgun I carry." Vincent said as he slid his gun back into the holster.
"So Trent really did find an assassin in Raccoon City I'm impressed." She said holstering her gun and sitting down in a near by chair.
"Well it would seam you know my name. What might your name be?" He said sitting on the edge of the coffee table.
"My name is Alexis Cross I am the medic for the South Haven S.T.A.R.S branch.