Disclaimer: Capcom owns the rights to just about everything I mention in this story with the exception of the three main characters and few supporting cha
Well this is my fan fic debut. This story has been dubbed Resident Evil: 25 Miles. I wanted to do something different so instead of one chapter with one or several events going on, I decided to chapters by the Mile. Each chapter is gonna represent a mile traveled(with the exception of the first chapter) which will make more sense when you start reading. Alright so enjoy!
Chapter 1. A descent into horror
The jail was cold, cold and poorly lit.
Prisoners sat in the large community cell, awaiting placement to other cells. Some of them sat on the benches, others paced around, the rest leaned against the bars.
"How fucking long is this gonna take?" A large man called out, standing against the bars. He looked like the usual criminal. Tattoo's, long tattered hair, filthy clothing, your picture perfect con.
A female officer was sitting nearby, reading a newspaper. "Quiet down in there." She called out before going back to the newspaper.
The man grew more frustrated, "Hey sweetheart, why don't you do yourself a favor and get a me a cold beer." The man began to laugh, the other prisoners sat there just shaking there heads.
The officer folded up her paper, slowly standing up. She grabbed her pistol, placing it into her holster. She walked over to the cell. "Keep up with the attitude and I can make your stay just that much longer," she said with a concrete expression. She was not a lady that messed around.
"Listen, Bitch. I can make your life a living hell if you don't let me out now." The man scoffed as he jammed his arm between the bars, pointing at her.
"Hey!" A voice called out behind the man. "Have a little respect, the officer is just doin' her job." The man turned around to see one of the other prisoners, sitting on one of the benches, leaning against a wall.
"You got something to say, cowboy?" The drunk called out, as he moved toward the other man.
"I said all I have to say to." The man in the corner was young, not much past 25 or 30. He didn't look like a somebody that would get arrested.
"Is that so, well im gonna show you that runnin' your mouth gets you in trouble." The drunk stumbled over to young man, as he stood up. The drunk swung at him but missed. He swung again, miss. And again, miss. The young man became annoyed, and took it upon himself to take care of the annoyance. The drunk swung once more, but this time the young man caught him around the upper arm. He swung the drunk around him and with a quick leg sweep took the man down, crashing him into the wooden bench.
The female officer reacted to the commotion. She fumbled with her keys for a moment, but got control and opened up the cell. She swung opened the cell door, with gun drawn. "Nobody Move!" She called out as the other prisoners froze in their tracks. The young man swung around as the officer came up to him. "Come on!" She grabbed him by the arm and took him over to the open door, practically throwing him through the opening. He staggered but managed to stay on his feet. She was the only officer on duty, calling for back up was not an option.. She exited the cell and slammed the door shut, locking it
"Not the best idea, hotshot." She muttered as she grasped the man by the arm, moving him to cell down the hall.
"He swung at me first." he muttered through his teeth as he continued to walk.
"I know, but its protocol to separate you two." She said, as she continued moving him down the hall, still maintaining a concrete expression on her face. All of the cells were empty but still well kept. They reached the last cell on the row, when a man stumbled though the door into the station. The officer stopped in her tracks as she watched the man. His actions were very similar to that of high intoxication, but she noticed something different. This man was pale, too pale to be healthy.
"Sir can I help you with something?" The officer called out, as she and the young man stood, watching his every moment. "Sir, can I help you?" She called out once again, but all the man did was shuffle and moan as he crossed the lobby. "Sir!" She called out one more time, and this time it got his attention. He swung his face around and it was quickly obvious that this was no ordinary drunk. A gash was strung down the side of his face, and another across his forehead, and his right ear was missing.
The officer stood there in shock with frozen expression. The young man gasped before remarking "What the fuck?" The man began to moan wildly as he shuffled toward the two, snarling, flailing.
"Freeze!" She called out as she took her small Glock 9mm out of its holster. The young man had no weapon but he stood beside her, not wanting to move or cause a distraction. The man didn't respond to the call as it continued to get closer to them.
10 feet, 9 feet, 8 feet.
The moaning and snarling grew louder as the two wanted to back up but they held there ground. "Freeze!" she called out again but the threat fell upon deaf ears as the man continued to move. She shook her head in disbelief as she knew what needed to be done. She lifted the gun and pointed it at the mans shoulder. She pulled the trigger. The loud bang of the gun pierced the air as a bullet flew through the air, hitting the target directly in the shoulder. The shot would have taken down most anyone , but the man barely flinched. It continued to move, closer, and closer. She lifted her gun again and aimed for the right knee. She pulled the trigger. The bang reverberated in the small corridor. The bullet found its mark, but like the bullet before it, nothing happened. The man wasnt phased by the lead slug. The young man next to the officer shook his head in disbelief at what was happening.
"Shit!" the officer called out as nothing they did seemed to drop the moaning man.
"If I were you I'd start aiming for the head." The man piped up as he and the officer began to shuffle slowly backward.
"I cant just kill the man." The officer retailiated. "Its called protocol."
"Fuck Protocol." The young man said before reaching over and grabbing the gun out the officers hand. He lifted the gun up and aimed directly at the middle of the forehead. He blinked once, before pulling the trigger. The man watched as the world slowed around him. He could see the bullet flying from the barrel and watched as it flew through the air, hitting its target. The bullet embedded itself in the middle of the mans forehead and exited out the back, taking brain matter and blood with it. The man stumbled an swayed, but only for a moment before collapsing to the ground, blood flowing from the wounds.
"What the fuck?" The officer shouted at the young man as she took the gun out of his hand and shoved into one of the cell doors. "Thats not how we do things here. Maybe thats how you ended up here."
The man snickered, "I guess saving someones life isnt enough now a days."
"Shut up!" She shouted as she reached behind him and unlocked the cell door. She went to reach for the handle when they moaning they heard just seconds ago picked up again. She looked back to the entrance and saw the man was still dead, but another man was coming into the corridor, same mannerisms, same behavior as the man before him. This guy was in worse shape though. His left arm was hanging by the elbow joint and tendons, no skin was left. A large gash ran the length of his chest, blood oozing out it. The officer gasped as at the grotesque nature of what she saw.
The young mans eyes became wide as he tried to comprehend what was happening. He looked on as the man shuffled near them. Both of the began to back up as the disfigured man plotted towards them. They watched in horror as three more crashed into the lobby, each one suffering from multiple wounds, all of them horrifying and rather disgusting. An odor spread across the building, a distinct odor.
Death. Rotting, putrid death.
"Um...What do you suggest we do?" The officer seemed scared, even for a police officer.
"So you expect me to know what to do?" The young man glared at the officer before pausing. He had to think as the disfigured beings shuffled closer to them. "Do you have a weapons cache around here?" The young man said.
The woman twitched for a moment before looking at the young man. "Yeah, a small one."
"I guess that will have to do." The young man backed up some more before looking at the officer. "You know you gotta lead the way."
She looked back up at him and nodded. Both of them did a 180 and began running down the corridor. They run passing by the community cell, the prisoners panicking.
"What the fuck is going on?" One called out. The officer doubled back to the cell and unlocked it, swinging the door open. "You're on your own." she said as she turned around.
"What about him?" Another prisoner called out and pointed to the unconscious man laying on the ground.
"Leave him. The world isnt gonna miss him." she said with her back turned.
The prisoners ran out of the cell, and ran towards the lobby. Little did they know what was waiting for them.
The officer and the man ran down another narrow corridor, before hearing screams of pain. Blood curdling screams. Neither of them stopped, neither of them seemed to care. "Its just ahead" she shouted. They reached the end of the hall, where the officer reached for her keys. She fumbled with them once again but gained control and managed to unlock the door. She swung the door open just as the grotesque creatures rounded the corner and started walking in their direction. The officer quickly recognized that some of the things were the prisoners that had just gotten out. "Poor bastards," she muttered to her self. Both went into the stock room and slammed the door behind them.