A
DREAM?
Thomas
awoke suddenly in the middle of the Raccoon City Park. He was leaning
up against a park bench. To his right was a drinking fountain and
another bench. To the left was a large bridge rolling over the
pond.
"Wha...where am I?". "A Dream?" (Section 1 by Billy E.)
Thomas awoke suddenly in the middle of the Raccoon City Park. He was leaning up against a park bench. To his right was a drinking fountain and another bench. To the left was a large bridge rolling over the pond.
"Wha...where am I?".
He jumped up suddenly and took in his surroundings.
"Laila? Laila!!! All I remember is fighting that licker at Raccoon City Hall...but what has become of the others?" He staggered to his feet. He stared at the clock tower overlooking the park. "Seven P.M." He rubbed his neck and began to look around. Suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his arm. It was here he saw a large gash in his arm. "Shit!"
The thought of being infected unnerved him. Before he could regain his composure he stopped dead in this tracks. Paralyzed with fear he stared at the bridge. He stared in horror as a set of glowing eyes peered back at him. He reached for his pistol but it was not there. He stayed silent as beads of the sweat ran down his face. He wasn't sure what to do at this point but he know he had to get out of this situation. He checked his pockets and found a first aid spray and a few bullets. "Hah, bullets. Alot of good that will do with no gun."
The creature stepped out of the shadow of the bridge and opened its mouth wide, shrieking wildly. Thomas stared at the hunter and then knew what he had to do. "It's either the hunter or me. I have no choice, I have to survive." Thomas noticed a blotch of black figures out of the corner of his eye. Fearing for his life he jerked to the ground. The Hunter jumped up and prepared to strike until all of a sudden a burst from a shotgun rang out, dropping Thomas to his stomach. To his astonishment he wasn't dead! Three man in black gear approached him.
"Hah, just another zombie. Lets kill it and move on." the black-haired, stocky man exclaimed.
"Wait! I'm not a zombie!" Thomas cried.
"Look at him, he's infected." the man with the bandanna glanced at Thomas. Thomas (thinking) "He must be the big cheese."
Big Cheese: Leave him. He'll die soon anyways.
The man started to walk off towards the bridge. Thomas stared at them in astonishment. The tall, brown-haired man tossed Thomas a pistol, grinning. "Good luck!" he exclaimed. Thomas held the gun in his hand and looked over his shoulder towards the bridge. As the men began to cross, the bridge began to creak, Then without warning a hunter jumped down and tore through the black-haired gentleman. Shots rang out and by the time they were able to stop the ambush, the boss was wounded and the black-haired man was six feet under.
Thomas turned around and saw a few zombies coming towards them. "Damn it...did they have to make so much noise? They're attracting zombies." He aimed the pistol at the left one's head. 'click!' "Bastard, he didn't even give me ammo!" Thomas dug through his pockets quickly and pushed the shells into the chamber. Then he pulled back the hammer and shot the zombie through it's forehead. "Yes!" Then he shot a few round at the other one, nicking its ear and its throat. Its throat began to gush with blood as it made a grotesque gargling sound, then it fell to the ground. Thomas tried not to think about it and headed over to the other men. They introduced themselves to him as Don and Robert (Don was the leader). They crossed the bridge quietly until Thomas spoke suddenly. "I see you've been wounded. I know the necessary components to make an antivirus, we just need to make it to the hospital. On average it takes about two to three hours for the T-virus to manifest. Still, that doesn't explain how i'm still alive." Thomas sighed then pointed to the west. "There's Raccoon Hospital, I think this time we'll be worrying about more than just the cafeteria food." Thomas chuckled as the two men stared at him with faces of disgust.
Then the party started to head west, hoping to slow down the infection long enough for a cure
The party headed down the path quietly. They kept a tight perimeter to avoid any B.O.W.s or zombies that might hit them by surprise. They passed quietly through the trees. A short time after they started on the path, they were already approaching the west gate. The gate was swung open and blowing in the wind and the street beyond it seemed empty, despite the fires and broken down cars.
Thomas looked up at the Raccoon Hospital building in distress. "So many memories in this building, I wonder what will be in store for us." he thought. Suddenly Don turned to him. "What's on your mind?" he asked. "Oh uh..nothing. I'm just remembering when I used to work as a doctor in the hospital." Thomas responded. "It almost seems like ages ago. The last thing I remember before the outbreak was camping with a friend. Unfortunately, I haven't been here since. I'm just hoping nothing has changed." "Thats odd, I wouldn't have guessed you were a doctor by your uniform." Don nodded. "Yeah well, my clothes were blood-stained so I thought that I would change into this policeman uniform I found in a cop car awhile back. Pretty silly I suppose." Thomas replied, feeling silly.
They passed through the gate and Thomas looked down the street to the south. "My apartment is six blocks from here. Do you think we could stop by after?" Thomas said. "Let's just focus on the task at hand." Don nodded to Thomas and then to Robert. "Shh. Stand put. Did you just see that?" Robert spoke quietly. Thomas looked towards the front of the hospital and and saw a licker sticking to the side of the wall. "It's a licker. Shoot that bitch in the brain and it'll drop like nothing. Watch out for its tongue, it'll lash your head off." Thomas explained.
Don turned to Thomas and whispered quietly.
"How do you know so much about these?"
"Let's just say I've changed occupations from Doctor to Zombie hunter. Its been awhile and I've had a chance to examine and observe these strange creatures. It seems Umbrella has been doing experiments in mutation. If this is out here I can't imagine what must await us inside. Still, if we want to stop the virus this is our only chance. We have to get past this thing then get inside. Once inside, if the elevator is working we can move up to the 5th floor laboratory and I'll try to get something temporary to help us out. There is a major component of the antivirus that is in cold storage in the basement. There's no telling who or what is down there or if it is even still there. Guess there's only one way to find out."
"I understand" Don replied. "Rob, move over to the right and set up a shot. I'll take Thomas and over to the left through the broken cars. If you can get its attention maybe we can catch it by surprise."
Robert loaded his submachine gun and leaned up against the light post slowly. Don and Thomas stepped through the debris and leaned against a broken down police car. Don gave the usual signal and Robert lifted his gun to the beast. The Licker opened its mouth wide and hissed. Thomas and Don cocked their guns then pointed their handguns at its head. Robert shot submachine gun bullets in three round bursts and then the demon jumped from the wall, crawling towards Robert. Thomas and Don moved around the car and followed the licker quietly. It lifted up its tongue and prepared to tear its prey apart. It swiped at Robert, making him stagger to the ground. It wrapped its tongue around his leg and started to squeeze. "Auuuugh!" Robert let out a yell then pointed his gun at it's face, point blank. Before it could do anything else it was on the ground in a pool of its own blood. "What took you guys so long!" he cried. "Sorry man, it was faster than we thought." Don nodded and helped Robert up. "Let's head inside." They looked down the road and didn't see anything out of the ordinary, then they went into the hospital cautiously.