Sunnyside Townhouse Complex, House #10.
1 AM
Inside her mind as she slept the images invaded, a dark forest. She
could hear the twigs breaking as she walked slowly, testing each piece
of ground before putting her full weight on it to move. The forest was
unknown to her, she hadn't ever seen it before that she could recall.
It was eerily quiet, no sounds beyond a gentle breeze that blew
through the tree tops was all when suddenly she shivered, a cold chill.
The air was thick with the moisture that accompanied early morning
however it was almost too dark to see.
Barely detectable tree silhouettes were seen through the light mist
That was forming at her feet. Suddenly Deanne heard it, softly at first and then powerful as if yelling, "you are in danger...." louder and louder it got until it was all that she could hear.
Deanne spun around looking, searching, "Who are you? Why am I in
danger? Where are you?"
In response to the question she felt a strong gust of wind which pushed
her toward the ground and then her eyes opened and she sat up in bed,
she was soaked in sweat and felt like she had just run five miles.
Her breathing and pulse were up as well as the covers were twisted
around her body so she couldn't move easily.
Bringing her hands up to her face Deanne felt the sweat that was
pouring down into her eyes, "What a nightmare." She mumbled as she reached down and untangled herself from the covers. Standing up she sighed and shook her head once to clear it.
The gun on her nightstand reminded her, of the reality. Umbrella was
creating viral weaponry. The very thought made her nauseous.
She picked up the phone. No dialtone!, she thought. Umbrella is
proberly coming after me!
She ran downstairs, picked up some foodstuffs and threw into the trunk
on her car, a black 1982 Pontiac Firebird. A minute later, she grabbed
her gun and car keys. Deanne drove out her garbage slowly, trying not
to attacted any attention. I need a plan!, she chided herself. –Somewhere to go.
1:19 AM
Driving down Main Street, Raccoon City
She drove southbound, approaching the highway when the flash of lights
caught her attention. Highway was blockaded!
She knew the military was here. Instinct told her they can not be
trusted. -Umbrella Inc is very powerful and proberly capable of
corrupting anyone and everyone. I wouldn't be surprised if any can
influence federal government of their own gain, she thought miserably.
'Never trust big corperations!' Enzo always laughed. "Thanks ugly
brother." she said to herself. "Wish you were here."
7:07 AM
Abandoned gas station, Industrial zone of Raccoon City
Deanne pulled her jacket closer to her body to keep the chill out. She
was used to the cold, in fact, she lived in upper parts of Canada
where its alot colder.
She has been second guessing herself all morning long, running scared
and not sure what to do. She was totally trapped.
She hid her car from the helicopter's search lights by parking in a
garage when she heard moans. In the shadows something approached her.
7:09 AM, Abandoned gas station
Abandoned gas station, Industrial zone of Raccoon City
She walked around the Snack bar, attempting to find her car keys. The
overhead strobe lights flickering on and off certainly made her search
alot more difficult.
Startled by a crashing sound, she looked around. Training in on a
general direction, she cat-steps towards the noise. It's coming from
across the room. She smelled decaying flesh (something she never
smelled before), it was nauseating. Apew! Something reeks!, she
thought.
A loud thud echoed from behind her as a zombie approached her. She spun
around and tripped, landing on her rear-end. The zombie threw its full
weight upon her, trying to bite her neck.
"Got off me !" she demanded, kicking with all her might forcing him off
her body momentarily. She stared at it as the full horror finally hit
her. The virus got out! But, how?! How did it spread?
The zombie laid there on his back, supposedly not smart enough to get to its feet again. Deanne back peddled from the zombie when a shiny object on the floor caught her attention. She picked up her keys.
"I have to get out of here !" Deanne chided herself in a mixture of
rage and panic when two virus carrying zombies started approaching
her, blocking her only entrance and exit. They moaned, driven by
hunger.
From behind her she heard a pair of shots fired. The zombie fell. Deanne spun around. The bleak skinned man holding a hunting rifle looked really young, a high school kid.
07:17, Raccoon City Industrial Sector
Al's Liquor Store - 275 South Service Road
Deanne could not explain the pleasurable feeling she enjoyed breaking
into the Liquor Store.
While Sputnik got liquor for 'medical' reasons, she grabbed 2 bottles
of Amarula.
She opened her trunk when she spotted atleast nine zombies walking
towards her, vaguely 80 feet away. "THEY ARE COMING, HURRY!" Deanne
yelled into the store.
07:20, Raccoon City Industrial Sector
The sun's first rays peeked over the horizon. Her black car sped up,
moving eastbound on South Service Road.
Deanne's heart was torn when she looked at one of the burning zombies,
still stumbling around. It was wearing a school uniform. -The poor girl
wasn't even done with high school, Deanne thought sadly.
She tried to explain, while keeping her eyes on the road, "I am a
scientist, and a junior member of a group studying aerosol-borne
recombinants, human adapted viruses and Retroviruses such as Ebola,
HIV, herpes and smallpox. We are researching health-control measures
that can contain highly infectious viruses quickly with the hopes of
destroying it."
Deanne paused for a few seconds, not sure if Dmitri understand, but she
continued. "Someone in Umbrella engineered a class of viral weapons.
The T-virus and G-virus turns people into flesh hungry living dead."
They raced past another group of zombies, "Those ... things out there
are victims of these viruses. But I don't know how it escaped
Umbrella's lab."
Silence again.
"Where are we going ?" Deanne asked, her stomach felt like it was being
folded into origami shapes. "The highways are blocked off by the
military. And somehow I don't think we want to be captured ...."
0725, Raccoon City Downtown
Heading to the outskirts of town, Deanne was forced to slow down as
cars littered the streets. Zombies were everywhere, she swerved her car
to avoid hitting one of them.
Her car passed the Raccoon City PD station but much didn't register on her
right now. She thought about the experiments that she did for Umbrella.
Deanne wondered if her work on viruses was somehow responsible for all
this.
She looked at Dmitri, he looked tired. -What a hunk! ..., her brain
added.
0734, Raccoon City Downtown
300 Block, Intersection of Broadway and Chestnut Sts.
Deanne felt sick to the stomach, looking at the Licker's hideous body.
"Well, what now?" Dmitri asked.
She was a mess of emotions and fatigue. On the other side of the bus,
zombies proberly swarmed around her car, as she heard a dozen moans.
"We need to get to higher ground I guess. There is a Holiday Inn, a
kilometer from here. We should be able to get a good view of the city
from there."
Dmitri and Deanne started to jog towards their now destination, snow
crunching under their feet.
0829, Raccoon City Commercial Sector
Raccoon City Holiday Inn
Deanne enjoyed a long hot shower. She could have remained under the
steaming spray for hours, but the aroma of fresh coffee was more
seductive than the scented soap. She got out of the shower, ran a comb
through her wet hair and put on a green dressing-gown.
When she came out of the bathroom a few minutes later, Dmitri was
asleep. I hate to do this ..., she thought. Deanne shook him gently,
"Wake up hon."
Dmitri muttered, realizing he feel asleep when he was supposed to keep
watch. She smiled, "Don't worry about it."
/ 08:44 /
Deanne tried to get internet access but the hotel's router was disabled
somehow. Proberly Umbrella's doing, she thought grimly. Same thing for
the phones, not even cell phones worked.
/ 09:19 /
It took her half an hour to assemble three clusters of aerosol cans to
form crude flares. Using the room's balcony, she launched the 'rockets'
The first two failed. The last flare exploded 90 feet up in the air
against the dull grey sky.
/ 09:24 /
Deanne wrapped herself in a blanket, and started writing in her
journal. On the top half of the new page, she wrote down 'Dmitri
Preminin' and drew a few hearts around it.
"Febuary 8, 1999. I came upon a phrase a while ago while thumbing
through a magazine in the doctors office. It was simple yet complex I
sit now and ponder the meaning. "Le courage n'est pas allégeance sans visibilité à un chemin choisi. Le courage est la capacité de réaliser le chemin est erroné et de le compenser. Force du courage, de la foi, et de l'espoir, et de l'progression en avant pour faire ce qui est juste quand votre appel entre.
French: Courage is not blind allegiance to a chosen path. Courage is
the ability to realize the path is wrong and to make up for it.
Strength of courage, faith, and hope, and stepping forward to do what
is right when your call comes in..
'Fight the good fight', she thought.
10:01 AM
Deanne was relaxed and sipping on a coffee, when she startled at the
sound of someone yelling.
Looking out the window of the fourth floor room that she and Sputnik
was occupying, she noticed a black 'something' moving fast over the
fallen snow. The thing was running. It wasn't human, dark skinned, fast
and agile, the Licker was coming towards the Holiday Inn, homing in on
the source of the yelling.
Deanne was unaware of an open door on the first floor, but knew their
survival depends on killing that four legged monster.
"Dmitiri !" she exclaimed. "Someone is alive on the first floor!"
Raccoon City Holiday Inn
10:04 AM
Deanne and the new arrival picked up the licker, cautiously. For its
size, it was extremely light, barely 100 lbs, if that.
"Are you injured ?" she asked Dmitri.
"No."
They dropped the licker once Dmitri was free. She then looked at the
new arrival. "Johny ?"
"Mouse." he smiled. "Hey kiddo."
Dmitri looked at his clothes in disgust, "Introductions later if you
don't mind. I need another shower."
John looked at the monster on the floor. "What the hell is that? Why
did it attack me? Where is Di...." he asked as he become distracted.
A few maggots crawled from the licker's carcass. "Double eww." Deanne
said looking at it. "Let's get to our room. I will try to explain it."
Deanne wondered if everyone else in Raccoon City was dead. It certainly
seemed like the case. She explained with great difficulty to John
what she knew about the Licker and the reanimated dead walking
through the streets. "Where is Diana ?" he asked her.
She trialed off, her eyes staring at the floor. "She is dead. Zombies
got her. I am so sorry."
Meanwhile Umbrella Labs
/ 10:09 /
A mysterious figure sat in a control room located in the city center,
was keeping an eye on the activities of the Raccoon City survivors. It
typed a code into the laptop, "The Final Solution" and hit Enter to
initiated a program.
Umbrella's computer, known as the Mother Brain powered up. 'Her'
prime directives loaded which in turn activated other things.
In deepest level of the Umbrella Labs's basement, unknownest to most,
a klaxon blared.
Ten minutes later, a steel door slid open. Inside was a small figure
was covered in green slime. It inhaled slowly, then began to move,
lifting one hand, then the other, swiping away the protein gel around
the head, revealing the face of a girl, no older than sixteen. Her
eyes are closed. Then, in one quick movement, they snapped open. Her
eyes were icy blue. Pale white skin, and space black hair.
There are an entire row of pods to her right. Each contained a clone
of Demi Hernandez. All of them was slowly coming out of cryogenic
sleep. The original girl stepped out of her pod slowly, standing on
unsure legs. She looked around, saw that her companions are fully
awake.
A cocktail of drugs surged through their bodies, granting them
enhanced strength.
The girls started to walk towards another room. They got dressed in
basic clothes and various types of body armor. Naturally they were
unarmed, but that did not matter, as they WERE the weapons.
A row of monitors in this room briefed them. On the monitors was the
faces of their targets. Renee Daniels, Deanne Patterson, Jack Benz,
Dmitri Preminin, Erin Croft, John Revenent and Travis Dieter.
"Kill all intruders!" they echoed to reaffirm the orders.
"Move out." Mother Brain told them. The hunters walked towards the
elevator.
The seven Hunters walked eastboard. One hunter per survivor, each one
to them ordered to kill their targets.
When they reported an 8th survivor, Mother Brain started to revive
another Hunter to take 'care' of the driver of a pickup truck last
seen on Ambassador Drive.
/ 10:22 /
Deanne was feeling very miserable and on the verge of tears as she
sat on the balcony. Her thoughts dwelled mostly on poor Johny and his
own half eaten, zombified wife, Diana.
A few dozen zombies was gathered nearby. -Proberly trying to get into
the kennel to eat the dogs and cats inside, she thought.
/ 10:23 /
Between the shower still running, and the glass screendoor shut,
almost prevented her from hearing anything. But she heard something,
and opened the sliding door to investigate. "Who are you ?" she asked
the triplets standing in the room, Johny to laying still against the
wall.
The first hunter threw herself at Deanne. She tripped backwards,
landing on her rear-end.
The second and third hunter tried to break down the door to the
bathroom, where Dmitri was. The girl now her hands around Deanne's
neck, squeezing it. "Got off me !" Deanne demanded, kicking with all
her might forcing the girl off her body momentarily.
Deanne got to her feet and breathed in deep, trying to get a second
wind of strength only to have the air knocked from her lungs as the
Hunter drove a knee into her stomach.
Something within Deanne snapped as the pain entered her body. She felt
fury she had never felt in her life as she sidestepped the cloned
girl. Deanne grabbed her by the hair from behind and yanked, pushing
the hunter backwards.
The girl crashed into a small coffee table. But she was far from being
defeated. On the table was Deanne's pistol. The hunter took it, but
Deanne wrestled her for it. In the battle of wits and strength neither
would give. Two shots were fired into the floor.
Another hunter turned around to help her 'sister'. She threw a laptop
at Deanne. It hit Deanne on the back and she let out a cry of pain.
1024, Raccoon City Holiday Inn
Dmitri turned off the spray of water and pulled the curtain back.
He grabbed a towel and started drying. A thump sounded against the
walling, a very solid object by his opinion. /Well, John was
awfully upset/, he thought. "Deanne, can you check on John? I
think he's taken to throwing himself around. It's not good."
He cracked the door to let some of the steam out, and while he dried
he heard Deanne get up and walk to the door. After the knob was
turned and the door opened, she screamed and slammed it. "DMITRI!"
"Oh, dammit. Not even dressed. Can't they wait?" he said as he
whipped open the bathroom door stark naked. He stalked across the
room and grabbed his knife for lack of a better thing. He tore open
the door to the room and went out into the hall. It took him a
moment to process what he was seeing, a normal looking girl
assaulting an unconscious John.
Well, that was not going to sit. He'd had to kill a stranger, his
step-dad, and more strangers, two alien beasts with tongues that'd
make a porn star happy and now some preppy bitch wanted to cause
trouble while he was in the shower? No.
He grabbed her shoulder, propelling her up into the air as she was
about to strike John. He grabbed her arm by the wrist with his left
hand, and stabbed her in the stomach once. "Can't you--" He
twisted her arm, snapping several bones in her wrist as he turned
her around, ripping the knife through her abdomen. "--Leave us--"
He pushed her across the hallway and against the wall, where she
staggered and headed back towards Dmitri with an evil smile. It
was evident she wasn't human.
Dmitri closed the distance, only seconds having passed, the knife in
a reverse grip in his right hand now. "--the fuck--" He slammed
his left palm into the side of her face, turning her slightly, but
not deflecting her. She brought her left hand up to hit him,
clapping him in the side of the face. He brought his right arm
between them and pushed her away. "--ALONE!"
She slowly circled him slowly and came at him again when John was to
her back. He brought both hands together, wrapping them around the
knife's handle and stuck it in her windpipe as she closed the
distance between them. With the tearing of flesh, he brought the
knife down her chest, forcing her to stagger back.
He reversed the knife in his grip, and as she staggered back, she
began to trip on John, her head tilting back as she reached out.
Dmitri took this opportunity to stab the knife upward from below her
jaw and into the roof of her mouth. She grabbed him then with her
good arm, and he pulled her away from John as he pulled the knife
out. She fell to the floor on her side and he upon her, his knee
landing square in her back. He stabbed the knife down into the
carpet and grabbed her head in his arms. He wrenched hard,
twisting, and with a satisfying crack, snapped her neck.
It was all over within two minutes, Dmitri seriously pissed off, but
more importantly, thinking.
/ 1025 /
"I'll be getting dressed now," he said to Deanne without any shyness
about his nakedness, "and then we'll be leaving. We can't stay
here. If there was one of those women, there'll be another, and
then more behind her. It'll be slow. We have to carry John until
he comes to and we can find out if he can walk."
He sighed, wiping the blood from his body with the towel. He
couldn't stay clean if he wanted to. He then began to get dressed
in the extra clothes that had managed to be scavenged in the few
minutes they had since he'd gotten in the shower.
/ 10:25 /
Deanne was exhausted from the struggle. She was angry at Dmitri's
sudden pissed off attitude. The view was pleasurable though.
Deanne went to check to John. She crouched down and lifted his head.
She looked at two small round holes in his clothes, which was framed
by a slowly expanding circles of red. -Too much blood. He is not
moving. Is he breathing ?
She found a weak pulse, his crest still moving. He appears to be
asleep. she told herself. -O no, he could fall into a coma!
She shook him. "Johny, Johny. Please open your eyes. JOHNY !"
She recalled 4 shots were fired during the fight with the Hunter.
"She shot Johny." Deanne whispered when the bathroom door opened
again. Dmitri exited the bathroom and come to a stop next to her. He
examined John but could not tell how serious the injury was. He looked
at her instead. "Your hands .... "
She raised them and looked uncomprehendingly at the sticky red fluid
on her palms. -The blood, there was too much of it. Warm and dark and
sticky blood.
She found herself shaking. She pushed the unwelcome feelings away. "We
need to get him to a hospital." she said.
"What good will that do ?" he remarked.
"Everyone else in Raccoon City proberly dead, yes. But atleast I can get this
sealed up. I do have one year of medical training."
/ 10:30 /
Deanne and Dmitri was dressed in full winter gear while Johny was
wrapped in a blanket. "Let's get moving." Dmitri said.
"I'll carry him." she joked.
Raccoon City Streets - Commercial Sector
/ 10:36 /
"Deanne? Can you do the same work on John with stuff from a drug
store?" Dmitri asked her.
"No. I need some medical equipment to safely remove the shells from
his stomach, and painkillers."
They walked north for about a minute, oddly enough, no zombies in
were sight.
outside Fire Station One
/ 13:34 /
After going through the fire station, looking for survivors, Deanne
returned to the parking lot, trying not to make a sound. 30 meters to
her left, a pair of zombies was eating a fireman. And one of them was
wearing the uniform of a Holiday Inn supervisor. -Diane Johnson!
Deanne felt very nauseous. But she somehow managed to block it out of
her mind.
She examined the trunk of her car which was full of holes made mainly
by M16A1 rounds.
-Aiming for the gas tank, Deanne thought miserably. -Damn UCBS assholes
are trying to kill me. If zombies, the clones
and
the tongue monsters wasn't enough.
When she opened the trunk she saw what prevent the bullets from going
any further. Now that Deanne thought about it, not a single bullet
made it into the cockpit, or she'd surely be dead. Her shield turned
out to be Michael's 200 lbs. trunk of tools. "Thanks ugly brother"
she smiled weakly.
She got back into her car and took off towards Main Street.
/ 13:34 /
Deanne slowly down her car. The black T-Top barely going 10 mph now,
her eyes searching for the source of loud crash she heard earlier.
She found a few soldiers walking in a back alley, Military Police in
full armor, carefully approaching a trashed Humvee. Deanne kept going,
glad that they didnt notice her.
/ 13:36 /
She circled the block. By now the MPs were dragging two men in cuffs.
One of them looked semi-Conscious. A dozen zombies were gunned down
around them. 2 of the MPs was dead, proberly by the Licker lying next
to them.
Approaching from the south, Deanne saw 3 Huntresses running towards
her. She decided to leave as fast as possible, come back in a few
minutes to look for survivors.
1401, Jims' garage
/ 14:01 /
Deanne and Johnson helped Hoppus into the bus. The 72 passenger school
bus was rear ended, and still pending repairs.
Deanne slipped into the driver's seat and looked around. To her left
was a control panel with
switches. Clearance lights, Wiper Left, Wiper Right, missing label,
Rear Heaters, Driver's Heaters, missing label, Defrost Left and Right,
Aux Fan, Main Switch and Alternating lights.
To her right of the steering wheel was the ignition, something called
Ether start, the light switch and something she didn't recognize.
Deanne
released the parking brake, turned the key, the engine turned, but
didnt start. She pulled on the Ether start and tried again. Still dead
in the water.
Meanwhile the door collapsed, and a huge 7'1" monster burst in.
"Tyrant." Deanne muttered, scared now.
She started panicking. "MMM, A LITTLE HELP." she asked.
"Next to the ignition is the kill switch. Push it in." Johnson told
her.
Deanne pushed in the unlabelled switch and started the engine. It
roared to life and leaped forward.
The school bus shot past the Tyrant then crashed through the bay doors.
Deanne turned the bulky and un-reactive steering wheel to go right and
ended up swiping a telephone pole and a parked Ford Mustang.
"Sorry guys." she apologized to Johnson and the unconscious Hoppus.
Deanne steadied the bus, and floored the gas petal.
/ 14:08 /
The school bus pulled into the parking lot at Florence Nightingale
Hospital. Deanne honked the horn to get someone attention.
Her thoughts finally caught up with her again, and she wondered if
everyone was still alive.
1417, Florence Nightingale Hospital
She too must have had a run-in with those UBCS assholes, Deanne
thought, looking at the rusty old Ford F-250 that stopped at the front
entrance, which was skillfully barricaded. "Rachael Coulter." Deanne
told Julien.
"Rachael !" yelled running towards the doors and undoing the
barricades. "Hurry! We saw a huge fucking monster earlier, it might
have followed you!"
1418, Florence Nightingale Hospital
Deanne approached Rachael's pickup truck, the driver's door was open
but no one was in the car. Fearing the worst, she looked for a trail
of blood beneath the door, but there was none.
She come around the door and look inside. There was a sickly looking
girl, a teenager was lying there. "Help me" the girl pleaded.
"What is your name ?"
"Lili Marquette." the girl answered.
Deanne reached for her. She looked drowsy, barely conscious. The girl
sat up then a leaned forward towards the older woman. Deanne felt a
sharp, agonizing pain in her neck. She yanked at the girl and stumbled
backwards away from the teenager. Her left hand pulled away from her
neck, it was smeared with blood.
The girl smiled. Deanne was confused, hurt and angry. The realization
of what just happened, hit her like a ton of bricks. "O God, nooo."
Lili got up from the car seat. Deanne closed the door on her, knocking
her back.
Deanne ran back to the ER entrance, but were cut off by three groups of
zombies, fourteen in total. She ran as fast as
she could, but Lili grabbed her, and pulled her of the ground. Deanne
wrestled with the strangely intelligent zombie,
and screamed her lungs out.
But the zombies got her, a few minutes later, Deanne joined the ranks
of the undead. A smart zombie like Lili. The T-virus experiment seems to finally work like it should, atleast in a few rare cases.
