Jan. 19th, 2003, 10:47pm
A fiery explosion filling the air with its orange flames, a large hulking beast howling through the combustion, and a pounding migraine, another day on the job for a member of the B.S.A.A. Though a day like this could only bring back memories of a certain someone for Rebecca, someone long gone. It seemed that those memories had become quite routine in these kinds of monstrous situations. She had an idea why, but what good would dwelling on it do her now?
With a rather rough and weak sigh, she tried to get up onto her feet. The room had now become engulfed in flames and the once large library was now nothing more than a box of burning paper and wood. Embers filling the air and her lungs, smoke slowly replacing the oxygen in the room, and the constant crackling of burning wood about to snap, the room didn't have much time left before it gave in and collapsed upon itself.
"Jason, help!" the small brunette cried out.
Her leg was stuck under a piece of a fallen support column sent down by their attacker and she couldn't move fast enough to free herself before said attacker would reach her. A goal It seemed to be adamant on completing. Just a bit of cover fire was all she needed, a small distraction to buy her a little time, and yet, like the rest of her unit, even Jason "the hero" Fleck ran off after 3 seconds of staring at the monstrosity before them.
With a grimace and a quick grunt, she, regrettably, forced her foot free with a sudden yank of her ankle. She had originally thought to lift the large obstruction, would have been safer, but no, she was given no choice and now she was going to pay the price for it. She quickly started to run for the door but it turned into more of a limp shortly after it began.
No, just a bit further! She could see her way out and already knew the sight she would see on the other side of the double doors, her unit with their tails between their legs and piss in their pants, that is, if Jason hadn't just shut them behind him. In a cowardly panic he thought to shut them both and secure them with his rifle to keep his fear from thrashing its way out and keeping him in danger any longer. To the other's outside with him, it would have seemed just as his name had implied, heroic, but to the sacrifice it showed to be obvious cowardice and self preservation above anything else.
With a loud thud, she rammed her small frame into the mildly singed doors and got a cloud of ash and dust back as a response. She kept trying, trying her hardest to get the doors open, but unfortunately reality had to set in and her survival sense had to kick in as well. Staying there any longer was only going to make things worse.
Dammit, I can't believe this! She bit her lip in a bout of nervous frustration. She could hear its footsteps drawing closer to her, it's inflamed howl cracking and bursting through the air. Her team had officially screwed her.
Turning to face her opponent, she gulped and immediately followed it with a deep sigh before crying out at the large hulking beast.
"Come on you big dummy, I'm right here!"
2 hours earlier
"Now as any agent knows, a B.O.W. is nothing to mess around with. Orders are orders and a mission is a mission just the same, but it is NOT yours. We've managed to wound the target but It's up to you now to finish the evacuation efforts and get these people to safety. Avoid combat at all cost, take no risk, and for you , I don't need another casualty report staining my desk. Now deploy!"
"Sir!" the team shouted in response to their commanding officer. It was at that moment that the slender black air vessel they all had taken their seats within began to rise from the rain covered helipad they had been retrieved from, and ascended from both their Commanding officer, Brigadier General Sutherlin, and the headquarters of the North American branch of the B.S.A.A.
Of the Five man team that had been given orders, two closed the sliding doors on both sides of the helicopter. One being Jason, and the other being Rebecca.
She found her eyes glued to the moon and her mind entranced in thought over the last thing her commander said. I don't need another casualty report staining my desk. It was true, there had been a death on her watch, more so, one she herself had caused. The thought of it never left her mind, and found itself growing more vivid and dreadful at the worst of times. The wound she had caused, the screams..
With a small sigh, she removed her eyes from the window. Looking down upon herself, she made sure her vest was strapped tight, shoelaces were tied, and double checked that her leg holstered firearm was fully loaded. She did this before every mission, almost a ritual, seeing as she felt it saved her life during her mission back in 98'.
If only it could have saved me, Rebecca.
She paused for a moment, gun in hand and eyes on the trigger. She shuddered a bit at the sound of that voice. Even now, the thoughts of such a monumental failure tortured her. You're not here, not anymore. Please.. she muttered in response, but not low enough to evade the attention of the man sitting adjacent to her.
"Didn't you hear a word he said Raccoon? No combat, or is shooting all you Survivors can do." Sneered the dark skinned male with a smirk on his face. Anthony Brooks.
In the times to follow after the outbreak in Raccoon City, the idea of a virus of such a magnitude spreading so quickly left many baffled. So much so the surrounding cities and in some cases states, found themselves quarantining those who had escaped with their lives and even refusing to accept them in out of fear of the virus being tracked with them. It was due to these incidents that the American populace began to develop a new kind of hate, a kind toward those who had survived such an atrocious event. Members of higher ranking status in society saw their lives fall to dust as no one was willing to support them, civilians and heroes were left homeless and unable to find work, and the media seemed intent on pushing the chaos even further with headlines such as "Are your children safe?" "Shocking footage of Raccoon survivor coughing up a storm! Could it be the virus?" "Junkie? Or Zombie? Find out which attacked local officer during traffic stop!" And so on and so forth. They were making the most out of the ordeal.
It was becoming impossible for anyone of Raccoon to live a normal life again, but even so, there were still some survivor success stories. Take for instance, a rookie cop and a tenacious redheaded woman who happened to cross paths.
Leon, a new recruit to the RPD, managed to gain connections and ties through the government and found himself working as a secret service agent. The beautifully redheaded woma- Claire, joined the anti-bioterrorism group Terrasave which had established itself after the event, and a few smaller events that followed. It was at that point that she gained authority as a partial member of the B.S.A.A., an organization founded by her brother Chris Redfield and his previous partner Jill Valentine, and found a new purpose in life, stopping Umbrella Pharmaceuticals from ever doing doing such a horrific thing ever again.
Those of the Raccoon City S.T.A.R.S. unit, the first to encounter Umbrella's sinister monsters, who survived found new homes working for the B.S.A.A., feeling as though they had unfinished business with Umbrella, granted not as much as Chris, all but Barry Burton who had opted to stay with his family. Even with thes survival stories and tales of somewhat happy endings, none of it stopped men like Anthony from feeling prejudice towards them and those around them.
"Hey man don't tease her too much, she might turn into a plant or something and eat ya." chimed in another member, Billy Trebeck. That name, every time Rebecca heard it she felt a small, depressing, tick In the back of her mind. Though she had come a long way since that name held relevance, thinking back onto it now would only make things complicated again. Besides, at the moment, such a name was mocking her existence.
"Sometimes I wonder just how you guys made it this far in life to begin with. You sound like the same bumpkins who would tell a hispanic to go back to Mexico even if he was from Columbia." The words slipped out of the side of her mouth before she could process what was said, but even so, she didn't regret saying it. Before joining her squad she had received a lifetime of training with her new "team" and hated every bit of it. They all seemed like a group of jerks fresh out of junior high, though it's not like she spent much time there, more of an in and out experience really.
Not long after her comment though did their Radios all simultaneously begin to speak.
"..okay, extraction team can you read me?" came a female voice, one that almost sounded familiar.
"Yes, we read you loud and clear." responded Rebecca in an eager tone. She honestly couldn't wait to be out out of the confined space with her team of grunts.
"Glad to hear it Rebecca. Once you've landed, meet with me about 60 meters west of the LZ. I've got survivors held up in a classroom on the second floor of the science wing." that voice. Something about that voice just got to Rebecca, but in a way similar to butterflies in her stomach.
"Roger that. Our ETA should be about 5 minutes, see you on the ground." 5 minutes. Within that time large rifles were loaded, the team reviewed their route options and gathered mental images of the college campus, and roles were assigned in case of an emergency situation.
Rebecca was jokingly assigned monster negotiator and held the only defined role.
The team refused her medical help claiming they didn't need to be infected, so if such a situation were to happen, she was left with civilian management.
They got all the glory of battle and she got what, babysitting? Fair enough, if something did happen, then they'd just die a hero's death. Wait woah, not cool Becca. Get a grip girl.
The helicopter began to slow its speed and begin its descent onto the center square. The current situation: a t-virus outbreak started and contained within the campus. Advance squads have already engaged a large mutated hostile but as of current its where abouts have become unknown.
Author's note: Hey! So this umm.. is my first crack at something like this and well, thank you for giving it a shot. Reviews are welcomed and I hope you guys enjoyed the read. Even if you didn't though, I'll still keep going till ya do! *warps away*