Here is my
second attempt at a Resident Evil fan fiction.
It basically takes place during, well, that really isn't important
(yet) considering it involves original characters *hears the crowd groan* Ahh,
shuddup! It's going to be half decent. Or at least try to be. Stick with me
people, it's currently 2:08 am and I haven't had any sleep.
Legal
Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil or any of its' logos. I don't own
anything actually so if I mention anything, don't sue me. Please? I've got
nothing to take. Well, I do have this empty soda can lying next to me….
A Long
Cold Night by
SSJ_Bardock
The team rushed into the locker
room, hurrying to get their gear. There had been an emergency call from some
town. They didn't get the specifics, all they knew is that everything had gone
to hell and they were being sent in to clean it up. "Just great," moaned Scott.
Scott was the serious one of the three of their 'posse'. He was probably the
most reliable as well. He stood a good 6'4 and weighed in at about 240lbs. He
had dirty blonde hair and blue eyes.
"I know man, but hey, an assignment
is an assignment," said Joshua. Joshua was just the average guy. The other two
had been cool with him since he was assigned to this squadron. He was 6'6 ½ and
weighed a respectable 220lbs. He had brown hair to match his brown eyes.
"Still. Why do we always get the
shit jobs?" asked Scott, while he was putting his flack jacket on.
"It comes with the job. Get used to
it man. Lord knows we have to," chimed in Eric. Eric tried to be the comedian of the three, but did it poorly.
His humor was more of an observational humor. He stood at 6'2 ¼ and weighed
190lbs. He had black hair and brown eyes.
Scott laced up his boots and grabbed
his gas mask. Eric put on his own flack jacket and brushed his pants. Joshua
just grabbed his mask and walked out the door, Eric and Scott in tow. "So where
are we getting assigned?" asked Eric.
"Search me. The chief just came in
hollering at us to get our gear," said Scott.
"Does anyone at least know where the
hell we're going?" asked Eric once again.
The other two just shrugged and continued walking down the hallway,
which was a mob of humanity. Everything was in chaos, no one knew what the hell
was going on. Everyone was doing the same thing though, heading toward the
briefing room. Hopefully they could get some light on the subject. Eric, Scott
and Joshua walked into the briefing room to hear the briefing already going on.
"Nice to see you three could make it. Thank you for blessing us with your
presence," said the chief.
"Sorry sir," replied the three as
they stood against the wall.
"Anyway…," the chief began, "The police
station in Belton radioed for assistance about twenty minutes ago. We only got
part of the message. It looks like there has been some kind of outbreak. We
don't have the specifics, but it sounds like the shit has hit the fan this
time."
"No specifics at all?" asked a man
from the back.
"All we know is that the message was
frantic and that it said to bring the 'heavy artillery'," answered the chief.
Everyone in the room was quiet,
silently contemplating what was going to go down tonight. "All right! Get your
weapons and get the hell to the choppers," said the chief to everyone. No one
waited as they all headed for the door, random conversations being held. Scott,
Eric and Joshua were heading toward the armory and talking. "So, whatta ya'
think?" asked Scott.
"Could be one of two things…," began
Eric.
"…And those would be…?"
"Either one: something semi-serious
happened and some nutcase pushed the panic button…" said Eric.
"…And…?"
"Or, something seriously fucked up
happened," said Eric a-matter-of-factly.
"I hear that," said Scott.
They finally arrived at the armory
and walked inside. Scott was handed an M16 with three clips and a Beretta with
two clips. Eric was handed an M16 with three clips and a Beretta with two
clips. Joshua was handed a SPAS-12 with twenty shells and a Glock 19 with two
clips. It was pretty light, but then again, practically the whole squad had
been called up for this one. Scott, Eric and Joshua were standing in the
hallway looking over their artillery, when the chief came walking up, "What are
you assholes doing here? Get to the choppers right now!" yelled the chief. The
three grumbled and proceeded to the helicopter pad. Theirs' would be the fifth
team sent in. "Is all this really necessary?" asked Eric.
"I guess so, but I sure as hell hope
not," said Joshua.
"Amen to that," said Scott.
So, what
did you think of it? Does it seemed rushed (a problem I have come down with)?
It is the best piece of work you've ever read? Or, is it the crappiest? Anyway,
I'm always open to criticism, which can be sent to hyro_yewie@yahoo.com so until later,
peace.
