Disclaimer: I in no way own or have anything to do with Resident Evil. It is owned by Capcom. Thanks Capcom!! The character Xanatha is mine and mine alone. You may use it if you ask and give credit.
Author's Note: Please R&R guys I will only keep writing if people want me to. And CONSTRUCTIVE criticism please. The character Ben Counter belongs to iamleaderzultan. Thanks Shaun!!!!
Resident Evil, The Fall of Raccoon.
Chapter 1: The Discovery of The Journal
Jill walked into the room and shot the 4 virus carriers and killed them all. She found a bloodstained journal in the corner .On the black cover it said in gold print "The Journal Of Xanatha..." the last name was covered in blood. She started to read.
Falling, falling so fast. Flashbacks of the beasts. A frog looking thing. A huge plant. Zombies.
Wake up, wake up WAKE UP!!!
"Wake up, Xanatha!!!", shouted a very annoyed Professor Dillon. I rose from my dream with a groan, startled by my Video Game Development teacher. Bald shiny head, and a white lab coat. Don't know why he wears it to be honest, cause all we are doing here is playing the PS1. Ben Counter is sitting next to me. Shoulder length blue hair. Black goatee. Black band T-shirt and jeans. Black boots. Same clothing as me!! Copycat. Me? Long black hair with red tips. Band T-shirt which shows a good amount of cleavage. DD for all you pervert guys out there. He had a worried look on his face. I looked in my pocket mirror. I looked really fucking pale. "Sir, can I go to the medical office", I asked.
"Of course you may", he replied, very worried looking as well, and adding "Ben, escort her please"
"Yes, sir"
As Ben and I walked to the nurse's office we noticed something strange. Everything was quiet. When walking through the corridor, you usually hear the sounds of cars and civilisation outside. And nothing was stirring outside.
"Do you think...", I started but was immediately cut off.
"Look", Ben said as he pointed out of the window. There was a man heading into the University. He staggered about like he was pissed out of his skull. But he looked sort of strange like he was... No fucking way!!!
"Ben..."
"Yeah?", he asked, the panic in his voice easily recognisable.
"I knew the S.T.A.R.S. were telling the truth. I just knew it".
"But, but, but it can't be a fucking zombie. It just can't".
It suddenly struck me like a kick in the teeth. "WE HAVE TO MOVE NOW!!! WE HAVE NO IDEA HOW LONG THIS PLACE WILL STAND!!!!"
"Not long I guess. Let's move. So then my place or yours?"
The worst comment he could have made at that possible moment, but it worked, I felt the stress leaving me out of my huge grin. "Mine", I said laughing.
