Disclaimer- I own nothing relating to Resident Evil, except some video games in my closet

Prologue

Mike flies through the door after bashing it full force with his shoulder. He drops the duffel bag, which makes a loud metallic bang as it hits the floor, and starts shooting those things, until his friends rush through the door. As soon he gets in Mitch slams and locks the door.

"Yea, you motherfuckers can't eat your dinner 'cause it outsmarted your dumbass'!!!" He taunts the creatures on the other side of the door.

"Mitch, that's enough," Mike scolds the younger, more arrogant man, "Toss me the radio will ya?"

"Geez man, I'm just trying to blow off some steam," Mitch responds while tossing the radio they picked up from their dead commander.

"Alright men, let's move this stuff to that table and see what we've got," a battle hardened Mexican says.

"Yes sir, Private Hernandez" Mike says sarcastically.

"Mike, right now military protocol doesn't fucking matter! For all we know we're what's left of our squad."

"I know, that's why I'm going to contact HQ, to try to get us an evac or reinforcements."

The last soldier snorts at this comment, "And you think the reinforcements will stand a better chance than we did? That's if they send any."

"Travis, I know the risk, but if they drop them within a block or two of this clock tower they stand a helluva better chance than we did." Mike responds to his pessimistic friend.

"Okay, lets just see what we have here, shall we?" Mitch asks trying to change the subject.

Luckily there was a table and some chairs next to a staircase leading to the upper levels. Mitch and Hernandez grab the duffel bag and set it on the table. upon opening it they withdraw a US M79 Grenade Launcher, a couple 40MM buckshot grenades, twelve thirty round M-16 magazines, and half a dozen RG34 style grenades. After seeing this, Mike turned to the frequency that he would be able to contact HQ at.

"Corporal Diamond to HQ, over."

"This is HQ, what's the SIT REP, over"

"God I'm glad to hear someone else's voice!"

"What's the SIT REP Corporal?"

"Most if not all the U.B.C.S. are down, It's down to me, PFC Collins, Corporal Grant, and Private Hernandez."

"Did you locate any survivors?"

"We've been too busy watching our own ass' to care about any goddamn survivors!!"

"Corporal you have to see the mission through."

"FUCK THAT!!!! I'm requesting immediate evac."

"Negative Corporal, not until you have confirmation on any survivors."

"Fine, requesting reinforcements."

"Negative, we cannot risk any more men."

"YOU SONUVABITCH, WHEN I GET BACK EVERYONES GONNA HERE ABOUT OPERATION WILDJAKYLL AND HOW UMBRELLA MASSACRED A WHOLE FUCKING CITY!!!!!"

"Sir we have no record of a Corporal Diamond or operation wildjakyll. We're just a pharmecutical company."

With that the radio went dead.

"Fuck man, we're all gonna die!" Mitch falls down and starts to rock back and forth.

"This is complete bullshit, those espantajos are gonna pay when we get back." Hernandez says trying to comfort Mitch.

"GODDAMN SONSUVABITCHES!!" Mike shouts throwing a few vases he finds.

"I told you, they weren't going to send anyone else, we're just expendable pawns to them." Travis speaks out, the only calm one in the group.

"Okay, does anyone have a cell phone or any thing?" Mike asks.

"Here i keep it on me in case I have to say my final goodbye to my wife." Mitch hands him a bulky piece of hard plastic.

Mike grabs it and punches in the number of the only person he could think of that could help them now.

"Trent, I need a huge favor." Mike tells the man on the other end.P

Sorry if this isn't the best, I threw it together in the two days before I could post anything

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