RE: Apocalypse Rain
By KttyKiwi
Sequel to RE: Dreaming of Death. Rain makes her way through the Apocalypse.
Rating: M (for) Blood, Gore, lesbians and Zombies.
Disclaimer: I don't own Resident Evil or anything associated with it, someone much more famous than me does.
Summary: Rain Ocampo is one of three people to survive the horrors of the Hive. You know their story, this is hers. (Sequel to RE: Dreaming of Death)
Pairings: Alice/Rain
Authors Notes: I'm back! I couldn't help myself, once I finished up with RE:DoD I immediately began working on the notes for it's sequel. Unfortunately during that time my computer decided to blind itself and until I can scrounge up the money to get her fixed I am reduced to limited time on my friend's computer for typing this up. However, there is good news! I already have the notes completed all the way through the RE: Apocalypse Movie timeline and part way into the Extinction Era timeline. So as long as I have the time and resources getting this typed up shouldn't take more than a few months max.
Now for the important information. This story is a sequel to my other and while I am sure you can probably read it as a stand alone, I do recommend checking the first one out or you may risk getting a bit lost. Also, I know the pairing is Alice and Rain, but unfortunately the way things are set up during the original timeline means that the couple will take a bit longer to establish themselves as such. Until that time however there WILL be undertones, and hopefully that will keep you happy until things can start to heat up.
Other than that, I hope you will enjoy my take on the Resident Evil series with Rain as a survivor.
Apocalypse Rain
04 A Waking Escape
THE first thing she noticed was the pain, even before her eyes opened and the dimly lit white room began to come in to focus, the pain was there surging through her very blood and raking its way across her nerve endings. Grunting with the effort of moving she searched for the reason she hurt so badly and found that there were many needles and tubes attached throughout her body. Quickly she pulled them from her skin, the pain increasing sharply for a moment before swiftly receding into just a dull ache.
The second thing she noticed was that she was alive, and currently being held in a what she guessed was a hospital room of some kind. The overhead lights were off, blanketing the room in darkness except for the pale glow of computer monitors and what she figured was a hallway light coming in through the nearby window. Taking it in slowly as she began to stand, she was surprised to find her legs failing her and would have hit the floor hard had she not grabbed a hold of the sugical bed she had just been laying on.
Deciding to let her body adjust a bit to moving again, she tried to take stock of herself as best as possible without a mirror to help. Let's see, two legs, two arms, 10 fingers and toes, face feels ok, and except for where those needles were I feel pretty good. Actually, I feel freaking fantastic for someone who just got out of a hospital bed!
After only a moment she tried standing once more, this time succeeding easily as her legs held though she was a bit wobbly when it came to actually walking anywhere. Now on her feet she again took stock of the room, this time searching for either someone to help her or a way out of the dark room. Quickly she notices that the only way in or out of the room was a magneticly locked door on the same wall as the observation window. Making her way over she takes a look out into the hall seeing that most of the lights are off and seemingly no one anywhere nearby.
A strange feeling startles her as she stares out into the hall, a tingling not in her body but instead within her blood. Concentrating on that feeling she can discern at least three distinct areas where it is strongest, one of them moving slowly the longer she stood there. Disturbed but not really in any type of pain she shrugs it off to instead try her hand at getting out of the room. Luckily for her, she had once learned of a particular weakness that the Umbrella security locks had during a drunken bit of truth or dare with a rather flirtatious security tech.
Carefully she made her way back to the bed and grabbed the largest of the needles she had pulled from her flesh before coming up to the lock itself. A bit of jimmying and some careful movements later she was ready to pop the door. With a grunt and push the needle moved and the door came unlocked. Dropping the now useless item she continued out into the hall, instantly spotting the Umbrella Logo that had been just out of line of sight to the window.
Flashes of memory began to trigger, nearly staggering her with their implications as they blossomed to life. Shit! Her eyes drifted to the bite mark upon her hand, studying it and noticing that it had seemed to heal over rather well since it's occurance. Something about that worried her a bit, and a niggling thought started worming its way through her brain. Before she could think on it any further though a low guttural groan sounded from somewhere down the hall, the noise sending a shiver of dread down her spine with its familiarity.
Fuck! Damnit! Why? A quick flash of a white suited man telling someone to reopen the Hive answered her question rather well. "Of course, stupid fucking assholes!" The groan sounded again this time a bit louder and with it she noticed an increased intensity in the strange tingling of her blood. Not wanting to find out what it all meant she took off in the opposite direction, hoping to find at least something to wear besides the strange surgical gown she had woken up in.
A few minutes of wandering found her near the staff locker rooms, and without hesitation she entered the women's side making sure to be as quiet as possible in case something awaited her in the room beyond. Luckily it was empty of anything moving, though depressingly a large amount of blood covered several of the lockers. Not wasting any time she began rooting through the various lockers for some decent clothes and any other supplies she might be able to use.
Soon enough she had managed to find a few things that would seemingly fit; a black sports-bra and exercise shirt from one locker, a pair of white ankle socks from another, and a pair of sweatpants that would have easily fit her only yesterday from yet a third, and even a pair of trainers should have been her size. "Damnit!" A few moments of struggle with the pants and shoes ensued before she gave up, instead opting to check the mens locker room for more supplies once she had finished in here.
A few more moments of searching yielded a small treasure trove of useable items, including a messenger backpack that she used to carry it all. Having finished in the ladies lockers she made her way across the hall and into the mens, once more being careful to avoid anything that might be moving inside.
Unfortunately for her a group of three waited inside, though they seemingly had not noticed her upon her entrance. Swiftly, and only a little embarrassed to do so half naked, she came upon the first and before it could so much as groan she snapped its neck. The other two turned at the noise, their bloody faces snarling as they noticed the fresh meat before them at last.
Without stopping she moved on already half way to the second corpse even as the first one's body hit the ground with a thud. With a powerful kick she pushed it back and to the floor several bodies lengths away, not pausing in her movements for even a second despite the surprise of hearing its neck snap upon the corpses awkward landing. The third lunged for her in an attempt to get a taste only to meet its very swift end with a combo judo throw and skull stomp.
A few seconds of silence pass before she relaxes a bit and takes in the carnage she had just wrought. "Damn! That was almost too easy." Despite the speed with which she had dispatched them, she carefully began her task of looting once more making sure to keep her eyes on the unmoving bodies the entire time.
This room yielded a few more treasures including a pair of jeans only slightly too big at the waist, a nice leather belt, and a few more shirts that would fit her almost correctly. Still she could not find a pair of shoes that would fit without being overly large. "Crap! What the fuck man? These would have been a perfect fit just yesterday!" A thought pops into her head, one she doesn't want to acknowledge just yet.
Moving on from the looting she quickly takes stock of her new supplies before carefully placing them back into her new pack. Alright I've got; a brush and hairties, an extra shirt and some sweatpants, 2 pairs of socks, one of them metal water bottles, a few granola bars, and someone's personal first aid kit. It's a pretty good haul seeing as most of the things I found were pretty useless to me.
Now fully prepped, though still barefoot, she gets ready to leave but a sudden urge hits and she turns to head for the toilets instead. "Oops nature calls." She finishes her business quickly and while standing at the sinks to wash her hands finally gets a look at herself in a mirror.
"What the-?"
Her appearance has changed more than enough to startle her and if it weren't for the fact that the face in the mirror was hers she would swear there was a stranger before her. Taking the time to look herself over properly she takes stock of herself once more. She isn't sure but it seems like she might have grown a little taller and even a bit bulkier, though it is much easier to see that her skin and eyes have definately been changed. What were once chocolate colored eyes now were a light amber, reminding her of light shining through a jar of honey. Her skin that was once a healthy and naturally tanned color had paled greatly, seeming almost like she was ill though she felt perfectly fine if a little different.
Her hair was now much longer, reaching to her waist and the sight brought a surge of fear to her heart. Quickly she pulled it back into a low ponytail and moved to stare at the bite mark on her neck. It too was now healed, the skin that pale pink of older scar tissue. Gazing into the eyes of her own reflection Rain finally spoke the thought that had been nagging at her since waking.
"How long have I been here?"
Apocalypse Rain
AFTER an hour of travelling through the now destroyed Raccoon City in search of weapons, Rain had come to the conclusion that Umbrella had done something more to her than just mess with her appearance during their experiments. In that time she had noticed her various senses were much better than they had ever been; seeing detail perfectly almost a block away and hearing the shuffling footsteps of an undead at half that being excellent examples. Another thing she had noticed was her endurance and speed being much better than before as well, and though she had been in excellent shape as a commando being able to run four city blocks barefoot without even being winded was something new.
Still, the most interesting change she had noted thus far was her apparent ability to sense the undead and to a lesser extent those who remained uninfected. The tingling of her blood was strange, but since it didn't actually hurt she was willing to just go with it and began to use the ability to her advantage while moving through the streets. Granted her range seemed to be about a city block in size, and wasn't terribly accurate when it came to numbers but detect them she could and did.
The new ability was especially useful when she had taken to raiding the various Police and S.T.A.R.S vehicles she saw along the way, some of which still contained a few of their previous occupants from time to time. She had avoided those ones not wanting to take the time to search vehicles she was sure were already empty of anything of value. Coming across another police car, this one looking less like it was abandoned and more that it had been parked she raced over to search it. Checking the seats, dash, and trunk she came up with a box of rubber shotgun bullets and an empty clip for a 9mm pistol. Unfortunately most of the vehicles she had come across had yielded even less in the way of useful goods.
Slamming the car trunk angrily Rain swore loudly. "Fuck!" Sighing she turned and faced where she knew there would be plenty of guns, but also way more danger. "I've got no other choice. I have to try the armory." Setting off she pocketed the newest of her finds and began to make her way into the city center, making a B-line to the Raccoon City Police Department and the S.T.A.R.S armory it boasted.
Apocalypse Rain
ALICE woke up in pain, a yell escaping her as all the muscles in her body began to cramp up viciously when she tried to sit up and take stock of her surroundings. Looking down at herself in the brightly lit room she found herself dressed in a strange white surgical gown with dozens of needles and tubes piercing various parts of her flesh. Panicking slightly she began tearing them out, groaning at the pain the movements caused but desperate to get the strange things out of her body.
Soon enough she was free of the wires and made to stand from the surgical bed she had been laying upon, only to fall as her legs gave way sending her scrambling under the bed as she waited for something to happen in response. A moment passed and then another with no indication of anyone having noticed her escaping the confines of her bed. Stronger now she stood carefully and began wobbling to the large one way mirror before her, knowing that someone had to be in there watching over her, even if she didn't want them to be.
"Let me out!"
Banging on the glass brought no results except for a strange feeling of dread. Instead she turned to the rooms exit, finding an Umbrella standard magnetic lock keeping her trapped. Having been one of the head security officers in the Umbrella Corporation she was privy to all the weaknesses of their various security measures, including this one. Knowing exactly what to do she quickly gathered the longest of the needles she had been embedded with and went to work escaping.
Within seconds the door was unlocked and she was free of the sterile room, only to find herself in a hauntingly empty hospital corridor. Umbrella logo's warning her that she was most likely either in the Raccoon City Hospital or a private Umbrella Medical lab. Wandering the halls shakily and finding no signs of life she began making her way out of the building, more and more sure that it was the Raccoon City hospital with ever door she passed.
Seeing the exit just ahead she made for the doors, stopping only long enough to grab an abandoned lab coat hanging from a coat rack by the receptionists desk to cover herself. Placing her arms through the holes she made to exit and stopped only feet outside of the building to take in the sight of such massive amounts of destruction. The lack of people, weather alive or not, was scary in its implications. Moving into the street carefully she began walking away from the hospital taking stock of the situation. A newspaper headline stating 'THE DEAD WALK' was all she needed to confirm her suspicions that this was all Umbrella's Fault, and at the sight of a police vehicle she moved to search it.
Grabbing the loaded shotgun that still remained she cocked it before heading off into the city, ready to take on any corpse that would cross her path.
Apocalypse Rain
A HALF hour of travel saw her right in front of the surprisingly empty building just as the sun finished setting on the city. Wary but trusting her new senses to help warn of danger, she enters the dark station and looks around at the mess left behind. Several corpses with bullet holes through their skull litter the floor in various places around the room along with what seems to be half the office paper work. Quickly and quietly she begins searching the desks for a sidearm, knowing that most officers kept them there when they weren't needed and especially on their days off.
Unfortunately it seems like there had either been no officers off duty, or someone else had already grabbed them all. Undeterred she headed for the Armory itself which was located in the basement of the four story building. Along the way she made sure to grab any key rings she saw that looked like they might house an armory key, not wanting to have to come back and search after finding that the armory was still locked when she got down there. Fortunately she needn't have bothered as the door into the armory was wide open, and from the looks of things pretty well picked over by a decent sized group.
"Well shit." The place was a mess, but Rain could see that there were more than enough weapons left to supply her for quite a while and quickly she started browsing for her favorites. "Alright!" Pumping her fist in victory Rain let out a genuine smile at the sight of several MP5K's and their full ammo clips, gently grabbing the nicest looking one and several clips she began loading up. Within minutes she had enough ammo to kill a good portion of any creatures she might come across during the next few days, as well as twin glock 9's and their holsters and a brand new tactical knife with sheath.
Looking around once more and not spotting anything else worth taking besides a second knife, she made her way back up stairs this time heading for the station locker rooms. It took her nearly fifteen minutes to find the room she was looking for, having been located on the third floor at the far end of the building, but only seconds to quietly dispatch the two undead officers trapped within.
Again she went to work, looting the various lockers for useful goods and hunting especially for some shoes that would fit properly. While there were plenty of useful items in normal circumstances an undead outbreak was not the place for basic toiletries and excess amounts of clothing, all they would do was take up room in her pack and slow her down. Instead she concentrated on medical supplies, dry goods such as the occasional health bar, and small useful items such as lighters. There wasn't much in the way of those things, but she did manage to find a leather bikers jacket that fit her perfectly along with a nice new pair of combat boots in just her size.
"Finally!"
Taking the time to reorganize herself and make sure all her weapons were in easy reach now that she was fully dressed and armed, Rain took a last look at herself in the nearby mirror. "Damn, I look pretty hot!" Exiting the lockers she began making her way back downstairs and to the buildings exit, stopping only when the sound of a ringing phone sliced through the silence from behind her.
Turning quickly she aimed at the sound and found nothing moving, though the main desk phone was ringing loudly. Not wanting anything to hear the noise and come investigate before she was far away she swiftly moved over to answer it with a terse 'hello'. The voice that spoke to her was male, British, and vaguely familiar.
*I can get you out of the City.*
"Who are you and what the hell are you talking about?"
*My name is Dr. Charles Ashford, I was head of Umbrella's Genetic and Viral Research Division until very recently, and I am speaking of helping you to escape the soon to be sanitized Raccoon City.*
The name didn't really ring much of a bell though the title did get her interest. It wasn't until the word 'sanitize' left the man's mouth that Rain began to take this call rather seriously. She knew exactly what Umbrella meant when they said that, and in the context of a T-Virus outbreak it was bad news for everyone that remained within the city.
"Let me guess, they walled the city as soon as news of the infection made it to them and the only way out is with your help, right?"
*You are correct madam. I will help you to escape the city alive with only one condition.*
"What do you want?"
*All I want is my daughter to be safe. Umbrella was supposed to evac her but failed and now I must find a way to save her on my own, unfortunately I can not do so myself without failing miserably.* His voice sounded strained, and Rain was touched despite herself at the obvious concern for his child.
"Tell me what I need to know and make it quick, I got company coming to dinner."
Charles snorted in brief amusement before relaying all the pertinent details to the ex-commando. *Oh and before I forget you only have till dawn to find her and escape with your lives. Try not to die please.*
Rain stared at the now silent phone in disbelief as the man hung up on her, willing herself to not just start screaming bloody murder from the rage she was feeling.
"I don't care how loving a father that bastard is, when I see him I am going to punch his face in!"
Apocalypse Rain
End of Chapter 1 - How you like it so far? I know it might seem like it is going pretty quickly, but I got to say the actual movie itself is one of the shortest in the series. (As evidence I give you the fact that in writing my notes I watched the movie back to back 8 times in one day almost without realizing it.) Still, hopefully you enjoyed what I have typed up this far and will love the next chapters just as much!
Till Next time!