Resident Evil 2: One… Last Being
Chapter One: The Knife
The door to the R.P.D opened slowly. Michael walked in, with a sort of slow gait. Walking in fear, wondering what is going on. "How… did this happen". "What are these things, and why did they try to bite me? I should be safe here." Michael didn't know the dangers of what lurks in Raccoon City. There are more than just zombies. Michael switched his gait to a hastier sprint, heading towards what appeared to be an office computer. Being good friends with Chief Brian Irons, he was told a guest email and password login to access the lock database. " Ok, Username: GuestBI2, Password: COORP." The computer was sending out information, in a blue screen on the computer. "All main 1st floor doors are of current status: UNLOCKED. Would you like to lock all doors? Keycard required."
Michael decided to not even waste his time with the computer, but decided to leave it signed in, just incase someone else needs it. "AAHHHH!" A yell was shouted, from what seemed to be a door to the right of some double doors. The sound was followed by a gunshot. Michael decided not to see what's going on, in fear of getting attacked. The man continued to yell, over and over. Making Michael feel guilty as time passed. Michael felt as if it was too late to save the man. It was to bad too, he could have saved the man, due to the fact he found a pretty sharp knife next to the computer. He grabbed the knife, and entered the room with the double doors, next to the room with the screaming man. Entering the room, Michael had found a chest next to the doors he just entered. The chest was stored with a few First Aid Sprays. "I'm used to taking hits, but I might need one of these…".
Walking behind a bookshelf, another door was revealed. "Before I get out of here, I should store something important, something I know I'll need. He opened a metal desk, near the door, and put some of his old 9mm handgun ammo and his ID card in there. Knowing that he will lose his ID card, and the ammo will come in later use, if he can find a gun. Opening the door, and walking down a small hallway, he found man, being eaten alive! "What the fuck! That's nothing like those other things. A fleshy monster, with an odd, sharp, long tongue, ripped out the mans throat before Michael could help. When the man was dead, the monster lunged at Michael. Michael pinned it to the ground, before axe kicking its head to multiple times. But the monster was still alive. Bleeding out, the monster screeched, and lunged away hiding in the shadows, as if retreating.