Disclaimer: I do not own Resident Evil or its characters. I am just writing this story for the fun of it. Any reference to other characters or stories is purely to add to the environment of the story and is not meant to steal others work.

Author: The idea for this story come about several years ago and has been on the back burner for a while. This story is planned to be the first story in an at least three story series. I got the idea when I saw the lack of stories in reference to what Rebecca and Barry were doing at the time of the outbreak in Raccoon City. Please read this story, enjoy it and review. I write well but I can always improve.

Into A Nightmare

Raccoon City

2359

Sept. 22, 1998

"Unit 129, Dispatch. Report of a robbery in progress. Address is 34 Maple Av. Advise response time."

"Dispatch, Unit 129. Responding to scene. Any info on the situation," said Gregory Paterson into the mike. He was 26 with a brown eyes and hair. His five foot eleven frame was filled with toned muscles and a sharp mind. Greg was a 4 year veteran of the RPD.

"Advise, possible one suspect on premises. Suspected armed and dangerous."

"Copy. ETA is one minute," said Greg before he set the mike in its cradle. Looking over at his partner he joked, "Looks like were going to break your call cherry."

"Yeah, I guess," was all that Nick could say. His knuckles were turning white from gripping the steering wheel. He was 21 and had only been a cop for a week. Sweat was staining his armpits.

"That's the spirit," encouraged Greg. He knew that Nick was scared. He was too but he knew how to concur it after years of service in the RPD as well as the Marines. Taking a deep breath, he calmed his nerves. He reached down and checked his VP-70, the RPD's new issue handgun. Unlike other officers he carried his pistol cocked and locked, ready to go. Looking up from the check, he saw that they were almost there. Pulling the mike from its cradle, Greg brought it to his mouth.

"Unit 129, on scene," he said as Nick stopped the car. Greg opened his door and took cover behind it, drawing his pistol in the process. Nick did a similar maneuver on the other side. After checking the area, he motioned for them to move up.

Advancing toward the store, Greg noticed that all the windows were busted in. 'This guy is not at all concerned with subtlety,' he thought. Reaching the front of the store, he crouched below the windows, Nick miming him. Raising his head above the rim, he scanned the store. He heard a sound in the back that was reminiscent of someone forcing a door open.

"RPD. Come out with your hands up," yelled Greg into the store. Inside he heard the sound of heavy boots trying to move stealthily. Nodding to his partner, he entered the store with his pistol raised. He saw that all the isles led to the back of the store. Motioning for Nick to stay by the door, he started to move laterally along the isles.

Two quick flashes followed rapidly by two loud cracks filled the store. Greg fell onto his back, his chest radiating with pain from the two slugs lodged in his vest. He quickly recovered, bringing his pistol to bear on the dark shape. He started to pull the trigger when the figures gun erupted three times.

Nick gave a cry and fell to the ground. Greg let out a scream of rage as the trigger released the hammer, firing a police issue 9mm cartridge. Three followed the first in rapid succession as they passed into the figure, cutting into his chest and head. The man fell to the ground with as much life as a bag of nails.

Hearing a gurgling sound coming form a short distance away, Greg thought to check on his partner. Rolling onto his hands and knees, he crawled over to Nick. Reaching him, his blood ran cold. The vest had stopped two of the bullets but the third had pierced Nick's throat. Blood was gushing from the wound and seeping from his mouth.

'Shit,' thought Greg as he pressed his left hand on the wound. Nicks left hand grabbed Greg's arm. There was a pleading look in his eyes. Reaching for his mike on his shoulder, Greg pressed the talk button.

"Unit 129, Officer down! Officer down!"