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things affiliated with it. If you've played the Resident Evil series you'll
know which characters are original and which are not. If you haven't, why
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Resident Evil: The Darkness Within
Prologue
(One month before the events of Resident Evil 2)
August 10th, 1998
Officer Jim Dowherty looked out one of the large windows at the front of Racoon City Police Department. A quiet hush had fallen over the city streets. A hush not felt inside the Police Department. Inside, Police Officers and Special Response team members rushed back and forth. Most headed for the armoury or to the garage to head out onto the battlefield. Not Jim though, his place was here, defending the station like a modern day Alamo. He knew it was quite possible that he would never again set foot outside the station. Never see his home again. He was sure that by now his dog at home had been turned into one of those many infected mutts roaming the city streets for a next meal of warm living flesh. He had truly landed in hell, along with the other defenders of the city. Survivors would come in every now and then, though most would be given a gun and some gear and shipped back out with the search teams or blockade lines to fight. Many never came back. Jim turned from the window upon hearing his name; his Assault Shotgun clutched tightly in his hands.
"Jim? Chris wanted to talk to you." Jim nodded slowly. It was Dave who brought him out of his trance. He looked into the eyes of his comrade, who equally looked like hell. He was unshaven, and his moustache, usually well groomed, was scruffy and unkempt.
"I'll take over until you get back from Redfield's office." Dave uttered.
"Sure, thanks Dave." Jim sighed, running a hand through his brown hair, and handing over his loaded shotgun to his friend with the other. Jim made his way through the main hall, into the waiting room, and finally into the next hall to the stairwell. Around him, officers and fighting survivors alike stood at the windows, holding MP5's and assault shotguns. Jim walked up the stairs slowly, enjoying his brief reprieve from guard duty. His brain, however, sent a thought to him that made him tense up immediately. Chris only called people to his office for one reason, to tell them they're on blockade duty. This was the day Jim had hoped would never come, and he hadn't even realise it when it came time.
"Fuck!" Jim shouted as he reached the top of the stairs. He walked into the S.T.A.R.S office, and inside found the three surviving members of the horror at the Umbrella Mansion lab. They were all heroes, and had informed the police force of the goings on in the mountain lab when they got back that morning. Brad Vickers, the Alpha team helicopter pilot, confirmed the monstrous experiments with photos taken from his helicopter of a huge beast with a large clawed hand on the laboratory helicopter-landing site.
"Hi Officer Dowherty. Come on in." Chris said upon seeing Jim standing there. Jim nodded and gave a small wave. Barry and Jill nodded to him as he approached their small gathering at Chris' desk.
"The reason I called you up here." Chris began. Jim tensed up upon hearing Chris' voice. He was being put on Blockade duty. The most horrid duty to be assigned to. Most of Jim's friends, who went on Blockade, never came back.
"Was to inform you of mine and Barry's leaving." Chris finished. Jim's eyebrows shot up in surprise as his blue eyes widened. He was relieved, but also confused.
"Excuse me?" Jim asked again. Chris got up from his swivel chair and walked up to Jim.
"Barry and I have to attend to a new.um, disturbance, in Europe. Jill has decided to stay behind and help defend the city. We hope to return in short order, but we don't know. I need you to watch Jill's back. She wanted a bodyguard, so I decided to give her the man next in line to be recruited for S.T.A.R.S." Chris explained. Jim let out a sigh of relief. He wasn't on blockade. A thousand pounds came off his shoulders at that moment. He looked over to Jill, who smiled and nodded to him.
"Look forward to working with you, Jim." She said, half-heartedly. She looked like hell too. No one looked like anything better anymore. Jim turned back to Chris.
"What's happening in Europe?" Jim suddenly realised the rest of what Chris had said. At first he had only heard the fact he was not assigned to fight on the front lines. Chris was about to respond, when Barry closed up his magnum and spun the chamber, and butted in.
"Our old friends of the Umbrella Corporation seem to be up to something there. From the data we gathered in the mansion, along with some new evidence that's surfaced since then, they seem have another headquarters there, somewhere in France." He holstered his magnum, and sat down at his desk, putting his feet up. Jim took in this new info.
"Yeah, so we're going to be out in Europe, and we want you to stay here and help out Jill. Guard her; assist her, whatever she may need. We're leaving tomorrow morning. Brad is going to fly us out of the city, and we'll take a military jeep to the nearest airport. As you know, the military is keeping the infestation from spreading out of Racoon city, but won't lift out anyone until they figure out a way to make sure EVERYONE is clean. But they only had to test Barry and me for this one, so they're allowing us to leave." Chris explained further. Jim took a moment to process all the new information, then smiled at Chris or the closest thing to a smile he could muster.
"Don't worry about me or Jill, Chris. I can handle it." Jim said confidently. Chris put his hand on Jim's shoulder, and handed him a handgun wrapped in a black cloth.
"You may need this, Jim." Chris said. Jim looked down at the covered weapon and removed its coverings. Beneath the folded covering, was a large sliver beauty. A Desert Eagle .50 stared Jim back in the face. Jim stared back in awe and surprise.
"It should come in handy, you'll find extra clips in the armoury. This was the only one, I made sure to get to it before anyone else to give to you, that thing could take a zombie's head off no problem." Chris said. Jim just stared; this was a beautiful gun. He put his hand around the smooth black grip.
"Yeah, that's a beauty alright. Almost as good as mine." Barry said with a smile. Jill stood up and began to leave the room.
"Where you headed?" Chris asked. Kill stopped and flipped her hair.
"Well, Gentlemen, not that I don't feel like comparing the size of my gun with you guys, but I'm going to go check the roof team. I caught them slacking off yesterday, want to make sure it doesn't happen again." She replied, heading out the door.
"Better catch up with her bodyguard. No time like the present." Barry said with a smile. Jim nodded and started for the door.
"Hey Jim." Chris said, stopping Jim. "Be careful, alright?" He said. Jim turned and gave Chris thumbs up, before heading out to catch up with Jill.
To be continued.
Well, there's the prologue. I don't know when the first chapter will be up, but it will take place at the same time as the events in Resident Evil 2. Hope you enjoyed it up to this point; tell me what you think! R&R in other words!
-Strider
Resident Evil: The Darkness Within
Prologue
(One month before the events of Resident Evil 2)
August 10th, 1998
Officer Jim Dowherty looked out one of the large windows at the front of Racoon City Police Department. A quiet hush had fallen over the city streets. A hush not felt inside the Police Department. Inside, Police Officers and Special Response team members rushed back and forth. Most headed for the armoury or to the garage to head out onto the battlefield. Not Jim though, his place was here, defending the station like a modern day Alamo. He knew it was quite possible that he would never again set foot outside the station. Never see his home again. He was sure that by now his dog at home had been turned into one of those many infected mutts roaming the city streets for a next meal of warm living flesh. He had truly landed in hell, along with the other defenders of the city. Survivors would come in every now and then, though most would be given a gun and some gear and shipped back out with the search teams or blockade lines to fight. Many never came back. Jim turned from the window upon hearing his name; his Assault Shotgun clutched tightly in his hands.
"Jim? Chris wanted to talk to you." Jim nodded slowly. It was Dave who brought him out of his trance. He looked into the eyes of his comrade, who equally looked like hell. He was unshaven, and his moustache, usually well groomed, was scruffy and unkempt.
"I'll take over until you get back from Redfield's office." Dave uttered.
"Sure, thanks Dave." Jim sighed, running a hand through his brown hair, and handing over his loaded shotgun to his friend with the other. Jim made his way through the main hall, into the waiting room, and finally into the next hall to the stairwell. Around him, officers and fighting survivors alike stood at the windows, holding MP5's and assault shotguns. Jim walked up the stairs slowly, enjoying his brief reprieve from guard duty. His brain, however, sent a thought to him that made him tense up immediately. Chris only called people to his office for one reason, to tell them they're on blockade duty. This was the day Jim had hoped would never come, and he hadn't even realise it when it came time.
"Fuck!" Jim shouted as he reached the top of the stairs. He walked into the S.T.A.R.S office, and inside found the three surviving members of the horror at the Umbrella Mansion lab. They were all heroes, and had informed the police force of the goings on in the mountain lab when they got back that morning. Brad Vickers, the Alpha team helicopter pilot, confirmed the monstrous experiments with photos taken from his helicopter of a huge beast with a large clawed hand on the laboratory helicopter-landing site.
"Hi Officer Dowherty. Come on in." Chris said upon seeing Jim standing there. Jim nodded and gave a small wave. Barry and Jill nodded to him as he approached their small gathering at Chris' desk.
"The reason I called you up here." Chris began. Jim tensed up upon hearing Chris' voice. He was being put on Blockade duty. The most horrid duty to be assigned to. Most of Jim's friends, who went on Blockade, never came back.
"Was to inform you of mine and Barry's leaving." Chris finished. Jim's eyebrows shot up in surprise as his blue eyes widened. He was relieved, but also confused.
"Excuse me?" Jim asked again. Chris got up from his swivel chair and walked up to Jim.
"Barry and I have to attend to a new.um, disturbance, in Europe. Jill has decided to stay behind and help defend the city. We hope to return in short order, but we don't know. I need you to watch Jill's back. She wanted a bodyguard, so I decided to give her the man next in line to be recruited for S.T.A.R.S." Chris explained. Jim let out a sigh of relief. He wasn't on blockade. A thousand pounds came off his shoulders at that moment. He looked over to Jill, who smiled and nodded to him.
"Look forward to working with you, Jim." She said, half-heartedly. She looked like hell too. No one looked like anything better anymore. Jim turned back to Chris.
"What's happening in Europe?" Jim suddenly realised the rest of what Chris had said. At first he had only heard the fact he was not assigned to fight on the front lines. Chris was about to respond, when Barry closed up his magnum and spun the chamber, and butted in.
"Our old friends of the Umbrella Corporation seem to be up to something there. From the data we gathered in the mansion, along with some new evidence that's surfaced since then, they seem have another headquarters there, somewhere in France." He holstered his magnum, and sat down at his desk, putting his feet up. Jim took in this new info.
"Yeah, so we're going to be out in Europe, and we want you to stay here and help out Jill. Guard her; assist her, whatever she may need. We're leaving tomorrow morning. Brad is going to fly us out of the city, and we'll take a military jeep to the nearest airport. As you know, the military is keeping the infestation from spreading out of Racoon city, but won't lift out anyone until they figure out a way to make sure EVERYONE is clean. But they only had to test Barry and me for this one, so they're allowing us to leave." Chris explained further. Jim took a moment to process all the new information, then smiled at Chris or the closest thing to a smile he could muster.
"Don't worry about me or Jill, Chris. I can handle it." Jim said confidently. Chris put his hand on Jim's shoulder, and handed him a handgun wrapped in a black cloth.
"You may need this, Jim." Chris said. Jim looked down at the covered weapon and removed its coverings. Beneath the folded covering, was a large sliver beauty. A Desert Eagle .50 stared Jim back in the face. Jim stared back in awe and surprise.
"It should come in handy, you'll find extra clips in the armoury. This was the only one, I made sure to get to it before anyone else to give to you, that thing could take a zombie's head off no problem." Chris said. Jim just stared; this was a beautiful gun. He put his hand around the smooth black grip.
"Yeah, that's a beauty alright. Almost as good as mine." Barry said with a smile. Jill stood up and began to leave the room.
"Where you headed?" Chris asked. Kill stopped and flipped her hair.
"Well, Gentlemen, not that I don't feel like comparing the size of my gun with you guys, but I'm going to go check the roof team. I caught them slacking off yesterday, want to make sure it doesn't happen again." She replied, heading out the door.
"Better catch up with her bodyguard. No time like the present." Barry said with a smile. Jim nodded and started for the door.
"Hey Jim." Chris said, stopping Jim. "Be careful, alright?" He said. Jim turned and gave Chris thumbs up, before heading out to catch up with Jill.
To be continued.
Well, there's the prologue. I don't know when the first chapter will be up, but it will take place at the same time as the events in Resident Evil 2. Hope you enjoyed it up to this point; tell me what you think! R&R in other words!
-Strider
