Consequences Of A Broken Agreement
Written by Ghostsammeo
Disclaimer: I do not own Tekken or Resident Evil/Biohazard and make no money from this story
Rating under suggestion
Based shortly after Tekken 5
A storm was brewing over Japan during the early hours of the morning. Perhaps Jin Kazama- up with tons of paperwork to complete- was the only one awake to hear it. To him it certainly seemed so.
The new President of the Mishima Zaibatsu sat alone in the thick darkness, his desk and papers only visible because of the lamp beside him.
The room was large and spacious and on the very top floor of his skyscraper. Large windows allowed flashes of lightning outside to reveal the rest of the room, his bed; ever so grand, overlooking the city below.
It was not his bedroom however; Jin Kazama never really did have a place to call home. This was just his work, his office and house fused together. The desk he sat at was stationed in the middle of the room, his back turned away from the outside world.
Jin rubbed his eyes under his dark fringe, it had been a busy day and the sad thing was the days would never cease to drain him until he had finally gone through all of the Mishima Zaibatsu's past, present and possible future contacts.
His predecessors had funded and traded with some very odd companies. Just earlier Jin found out that his company were trading with some unheard of supermarket in new Zealand- that had subsequently been terminated.
Jin knew his plans for the company; he knew what the years to come would bring, what would become of him, what would become of his cursed bloodline but first and foremost the company had to be rebooted into his liking, even if it meant skipping out on some much needed sleep to terminate more useless contacts his company had previously been linked to.
Thunder roared and crackled outside, lightning following soon after, Jin sighed and threw down the papers in his hand roughly onto the desk. He stood up, still in his suit from the previous working day, and shuffled over to switch on the light.
A slight flicker made Jin worry that the storm had taken his electricity down but thankfully his fears were unfounded and the illuminating brightness soon overpowered the dark and swallowed the room whole.
He found himself on his bed, watching giant, grey clouds passing by, sending out the occasional strike like Zeus the lightning God himself.
Restlessly Jin trotted over back to his desk but found it impossible to begin work again. He then went to the tap, drank some water with a refreshing, "Ahh," then went back to his desk as much as he loathed it. He began working again, reading but not writing. Instead he was listening as the storm seemed to sink further and further and further into the distance. It was then, on the last thunder bellow he would hear that night; he found it.
Gently he picked it up, curious brown eyes scanning the print of the document. Signed by Heihachi Mishima.
"Fool," Jin muttered to himself, his voice echoed, nerving him slightly.
After reading over and over again it was very clear to Jin; the Mishima Zaibatsu was in intensive trade with the Umbrella Corporation.
Umbrella. Jin knew them as the pharmaceutical company who singlehandedly destroyed the people and ecosystem of Racoon city, USA.
It was only natural of his grandfather to have made contact with such an evil group, not to mention a rich, evil group.
Jin rubbed his eyes and sighed, this was not a company he could just place on his list of companies to cease contact with, this was Umbrella. Contact with them would mean undoubtedly him and the Mishima Zaibatsu's forced enclosure. Anybody with lasting links with Umbrella was considered to be Bio-hazard threats. Jin knew he would have to contact them and sort it out.
It was only after Jin's much deliberation inside his own head when he realised Umbrella Corporation were not around anymore. They were shut down, illegal! Yet here was a piece of paper clearly stating contact was still continuing with them.
In the morning, he told himself, it could wait till morning. The dealings had been going on through many different owners, his father, his grandfather his great grandfather! The document had been lost in the archives for many years and it could wait like that for at least a few more hours.
Jin made his way to his bed, sleepily noticing the night sky was now clear outside. Eventually he managed to fall asleep, at least for three hours or so.
"You asked for me sir?"
Jin glanced up, a man with cropped brown hair, a black suit and black sunglasses stood alert by the elevator doors in Jin's office.
Jin nodded, "Go down to the archives," he ordered, "I want the contact number for Umbrella. I need to speak to someone of high authority, see if you can do that for me,"
"Sir," The man saluted and quickly exited to the elevator.
Jin sat in silence for five minutes, his cheek pressed against the palm of his hand. He had a quick glance in the mirror that morning; sure enough dark rings circled his eyes.
There was a ping and the man rushed in placing a pile of papers on his boss' desk. Jin glared at him, in no mood to do any paperwork. The man seemed to pick all this up from that one glare.
"Uh, here... this is the contact for somebody from Umbrella," The man seemed to have finished, he stammered a bit, shuffled on the spot then said, "but sir, you do know Umbrella are no longer existent, they were disbanded-"
"I know what I'm doing," Jin interrupted him.
The man flinched under the Kazama's cold glare. Nodding swiftly, he left.
Once the man was surely on many floors below Jin read the number on the sheet. A foreign number it seemed. He picked up his phone- a high tech special Zaibatsu model- and dialled the number.
"Hello, I regret to inform you that Tricell has no-" Jin placed the phone down cutting the robotic voice off.
"Tricell?" Jin muttered in wonder to himself.
Was his worker wrong about the number on the sheet? He checked. No, his worker was right; the number should have brought him through to somebody of high authority from Umbrella.
Jin picked up his phone again and dialled a different number.
"Yes sir?" Came the soft, woman's voice of one of his many secretaries.
"Send someone up to my office, now,"
"Yes sir,"
Awhile later the ping of the elevator sounded, coincidently the same man from before came in. Maybe he had rigged it in order to prove himself to his boss once more- it did not matter.
"Good it's you," Jin stated, "This number got me through to Tricell, they're a different pharmaceutical company ,"
"Sir, the papers I gave you are from years ago," The man had clearly given much thought to what he would say, "The fact that you were redirected to Tricell may perhaps indicate Umbrella are, in a sense, lurking behind Tricell's shadow,"
Jin studied the man, he was smart... and most probably right.
Jin dialled the Umbrella number again and let the boring monotone of the robot woman's voice tell him the same thing.
"This is Jin Kazama," He said slowly once instructed to leave a message, "The new President of the Mishima Zaibatsu,"
Jin waited a few seconds, he glanced at the man who stood by the desk, "What's your name?" he asked when a human voice told Jin to hold down the line.
"My name? Err, Akira... sir," The man stumbled at the question.
Jin nodded and turned on his chair to look at the daylight outside, then:
"Jin Kazama,"
It was a deep, assertive voice with a mean, mischievous tone to it.
"Yes, that's me," Jin answered, eyes concentrating on nothingness as he listened to the voice.
"This is Albert Wesker; I believe I knew your grandfather thanks to our respective companies trades... I am quite glad you found me so soon,"
"I've been going through my contacts," Jin said steadily without greetings, "I'm rebooting my company,"
"Rebooting?" Albert Wesker's voice was curious, amused almost, "In what way?"
"That is my business," came Jin quickly.
"Ah, you wouldn't happen to be terminating our agreements would you?" Wesker amazingly managed to catch on.
Jin did not answer, knowing that now was the moment.
"I don't think you should, after all the trouble I went through, learning Japanese, all the technology I developed and chose to share. Don't you think you should at least see what you're breaking here," the American's voice seemed still to be joking, teasing the younger man.
"I'm rebooting my company," Jin repeated sternly, "I don't see you or your company- whichever one that may be –in my future plans,"
"You don't know what you're doing do you? Me and your grandfather made an agreement long ago," Wesker's voice was rushed now, as if he had a time limit to persuade Jin otherwise of his intentions, not to mention the hint of venom hidden beneath his tone.
"I couldn't care less," Jin replied calmly, standing up however and pacing the room to keep his nerves peaceful. Akira still stood there, amazed at what he was picking up from Jin's answers.
"There are consequences if our relationship and agreements were to be broken, me and Heihachi agreed this," Wesker snarled.
"I don't care for your consequences, your threats do not work on me," Jin replied.
"Well you should, you don't understand the danger you are putting yourself in," Wesker began shouting, fuse now at its tip, "Our two companies have thrived, lived secretly off one another for years, if you break all that there will be severe problems, do you understand me?"
"Umbrella are illegal. You Albert Wesker are no doubt a criminal, I am terminating links with Umbrella or Tricell or whoever you are for my company's benefits, do you understand me?"
There was a breathing down the line, then a less angry and much more suave, cocky voice said, "I do, and I hope you understand that I am giving you one warning, a taste of your consequence. Then if you still do not reinstate trade and contact with Tricell I will unleash my wrath upon you,"
"Try it," Jin hissed then placed the phone down loudly.
The room, the world seemed surreal once off the phone, especially knowing Albert Wesker was going to do something... it was unsettling.
"Sir?" Akira whispered.
Jin snapped back into reality and turned quickly round, "Go find out all you can about Albert Wesker,"
"Yes sir," Akira saluted and ran off, apparently eager to leave.
Jin sighed and sat down, relaxing into his chair. What were the consequences of a broken agreement?
One week later
It was a glorious day, yet it was a terrible day for her. The sun shone magnificently in the light, cloudless blue sky. The grass was neatly cut and the window was open, letting the skin soothing breeze wander its way around the once stuffy room.
It was Asuka Kazama who was in a bad mood.
Asuka Kazama, the new kid; or would be if not for the new, new kid taking their induction day that very day.
Asuka had quickly snuffed out the 'new kid' title though. It wasn't pretty, nearly got her expelled in her first few weeks but it was worthwhile. She didn't care about school anyway, she was a born fighter. She especially didn't care for this school most of all.
She had moved from Osaka, western Japan at the start of the school year, leaving her home to her current life in suburban Tokyo. It was undeniably a nice area. Pink blossoms hung from the trees now it was spring and rain fall was little.
Still, Asuka hated Tokyo. Back home she was known as the nosey, tough crime stopper girl, beating up bullies and given the chance, criminals. In Tokyo she lost all that, now she was known as the nosy, tough girl who doesn't like being called 'new kid'- that didn't quite sit right with the young Kazama girl.
Asuka was in a class of thirty, she sat in second lesson, an hour away from her break where she would pick a shady tree and lazily lie under it till she was called in.
There was a light tap at the door when the lesson was coming to an end, her teacher, a petit woman with an annoyingly smiley face let loose a big, toothy grin.
"That'll be her I bet," She said aloud and shuffled over to the door.
The class was expecting the new student to come that day; everyone was openly excited as she was reported to be foreign.
The door opened, every student leaned forwards in their seats to see the new arrival.
"Ah hello, hello. Come on in and introduce yourself miss..." the teacher waited for the answer.
The student answered as the teacher made way for the 'new kid' to trot in.
"Lili Rochefort, I'm the here for my induction day,"
It was her.
"Now everyone you know your French well enough so I-"
"No, no miss I think it'll be for the best if we communicate in English, basic ground I've been taught,"
"Ah well that's just as good, students please try your best to speak to Lili in English like you've learnt,"
Iron Fist tournament 5.
"So Lili, can you please tell the class about yourself?"
Posh, annoying voice.
"Yes miss, hello everyone, I'm Lili and I came here from France-"
Blonde, long hair.
"I speak quite good Japanese I should think, well enough to understand it anyway-"
Stupid outfits.
"Oh and I love to fight,"
Asuka felt people staring at her at Lili's comment; everyone knew after all that Asuka Kazama loved to fight too. Asuka ignored them- stupid butler.
"Thank you Lili, break is just coming up so I'm afraid you've missed this lesson, you have your timetable I-"
Asuka clenched her fists. The new kid was Lili Rochefort, the girl Asuka fought during the King of iron fist tournament 5. Her rival.
The rest of the lesson (four minutes to be exact) was spent by Asuka glaring at Lili who sat against the wall on the opposite side of the class. It was becoming very hard for Asuka to not attack the bitch that very second.
The boys loved her, they loved her accent and they loved her looks. When the bell rang Lili left in a crowd of students. Asuka left last, moodily following behind the crowd heading out of the school for break.
"She's not that bad," One of Asuka's friends shrugged when the subject was brought up walking in the corridors.
She didn't know.
Asuka found a tree in the grounds in-front of the school. She lay, her hands behind her head in the shade, watching Lili down by the school statue chatting away.
Before she knew what she was doing Asuka was marching over, her presence was sensed before she arrived so everyone made way for her as she approached Lili.
"I was wondering when you would finally give me your full attention," Lili smiled playfully, her nose pointed into the air.
"Speak to me in Japanese!" Asuka demanded of her.
Lili shrugged, "Why? I've been told that everyone will speak to me in English, besides you perfectly understand me so-"
"That's not the point!" Asuka swiftly interrupted. "We're in Japan; you know how to speak my language so speak it!"
"Oh Asuka, ever the racist," Lili shook her head with pretend fondness. Some of the kids around her laughed.
Asuka blushed, what was she trying to say? Asuka was not a racist! "I'm not a racist, stop lying!" Asuka roared.
Lili giggled and swept her hair towards her rival as she turned on the spot, "This is only my induction day Asuka, let's save this for next term, I have other people to get to know, toodledoo,"
Asuka growled lowly and ordered her to stop. She did not. Slowly the crowd watching began to evaporate away, most of them following their dear little exotic Lili Rochefort from France.
It made Asuka sick. Everything about what she did and who she was really pissed the Kazama off. One particular thing that stuck with Asuka was the way Lili addressed her. Addressing her as Asuka, as if they were friends, as if they knew each other, it wasn't right. To Lili she was Kazama Asuka, nothing else!
Asuka thought this to herself as she settled down in class for double math, glaring again at Lili who sat two rows away a few seats forward.
The first hour of double math was uneventful. The teacher, a balding man this time; was a laid back teacher, not too fussed about pushing his students which annoyed more than a few parents.
Shamefully throughout the first boring hour Asuka's rage was rising and rising. She let herself get angry, almost forced it upon herself. She wanted to get angry, deprived of a fight she let the general thought of Lili Rochefort devour her, eat away at her insides like a worm in an apple.
It was when the teacher decided to play a maths game when the rage reached its peak. Asuka just needed a fuse and she would be off, ready to fight this girl Lili just like she did at the tournament.
"Lili," Someone said.
It was part of the game, get a question right and pass a different question onto another student of your choice; the questions would keep coming until you got one right. It was designed to help students cope under pressure, something about tests which no student actually believed could help.
Lili answered her question, Asuka didn't hear it. It was the perfect warm weather just like before but Asuka was very hot, it was clear by her red face welled up by her heated anger.
"I choose," Lili looked around the class at each face, already knowing who she was going to pick, "Asuka,"
"We're not friends, stop calling me that bitch!"
Asuka was standing up, uncaring towards the pairs of eyes watching.
"Miss Kazama sit down or-"
"Bitch?" Lili repeated in a high squeal.
"Miss Rochefort please don't-"
"I'm gonna own you just like at the tournament," Asuka smirked, walking towards Lili, patting her fist against the base of her hand.
"Don't make me laugh, that was down to pure-" Lili paused, narrowly dodging a powerful kick from Asuka.
"Kazama how dare-"
Lili reacted by striking Asuka in the leg, the blow laid no damage however and allowed Asuka time to smoothly uppercut Lili.
"What are you-"
Lili cart-wheeled between the desks backwards to gain balance then charged forwards again.
The two girls met in the middle, exchanging left and right hooks to the cheek respectively. It took the whole class to settle down the two along with a whole lot of useless warnings from the teacher.
The only outcome of it all was the two being sent to the headmasters, Mr. Hiroaki; which was exactly where they found themselves- waiting in a quiet, windowless room with a secretary sitting behind her desk next to the headmaster's office door.
The only sound was the ticking of the clock and the secretary typing away at her computer. There was two clear, chair spaces between the two girls, both of them red faced and panting heavily, avoiding eye contact.
"He'll see you now,"
Lili and Asuka stood up in unison, Asuka quickly stepping in-front immaturely to enter the office first.
Headmaster Hiroaki sat, stern brown eyes peering over lowered glasses. He had messy black hair, short cut with sprouts of gray erupting from the front. His weary face was surprised at the sight of Lili, Asuka less so.
"Who are-" He began in a croaky, posh voice.
"I'm Lili, Lili Rochefort, here for my induction day," Lili smiled pleasantly by her place at the door.
"Ah yes they said you were... I just didn't think it was you of all people," He said while biting his lip, "Not exactly a great first impression you've made,"
"No sir," Lili agreed sadly. Asuka could have swore she saw a slight upwards curve at the tips of her lips, or that could just be Asuka wanting the girl she despised to be made out as more evil then she was, "But I'm sure I'll be able to explain everything,"
Asuka rolled her eyes. So that was her game, get Asuka in all the blame and little old her gets off with a warning to not react to the crazy Kazama girl.
"Sit," Hiroaki ordered.
The two girls sat down by the desk. A window was right behind Hiroaki's chair, Asuka- when sent to the office –tended to just look out this window, looking at the cars parked out in staff parking and generally ignoring her headmaster.
"Well let me start," the headmaster said gravely, sucking at his teeth, "What I've heard from staff and pupils is that Miss Kazama, you stood up shouting while swearing, Miss Rochefort you retaliated then the both of you began to exchange blows, correct?"
"Yes," Asuka drawled.
"Well, that's not quite right with all due respect sir," Lili frowned.
"Oh?"
"Shut up," Asuka rolled her eyes.
"Kazama shut up!" Hiroaki roared then turned back to Lili quizzically.
Lili waited a few seconds to see if anyone else was about to speak then began, "Well from my view what happened was when I passed a simple question onto Asuka in the spirit of the game she seemed to get angry at the thought of contributing and aggressively challenged me, I only reacted when she stomped over and tried to kick me,"
"Really, well that seemed to match the detailed information I got," Hiroaki nodded then turned to Asuka, "Asuka, your take?"
"Too complicated, I'd only get the short end of the stick anyway since she's new," Asuka waved the opportunity away to which Hiroaki was offended.
"Please Kazama, you acting like this is the reason you always end up in here, so please, I urge you to recall your take," Hiroaki said to her, waiting for her answer.
"Unless sir, perhaps her silence can be indicated to her agreeing with my explanation on the events," Lili said to fill the silence, her curious pretty face turning from Asuka to her teacher.
"Rochefort please wait," Hiroaki hushed her.
Asuka still was silent then turned, glaring hardly at the teacher though she had no proper qualms with him. "I can't be bothered to explain my side, you won't understand my point of view," Asuka sighed, having been in similar situations so many times she had learnt from her experiences.
Mr. Hiroaki's eyes flicked between the two, everything was quiet, tense.
Hiroaki went to speak, "Well I reckon-"
"Come back! You come here!"
It was the secretary. Hiroaki paused, glared hard at the two girls then stood up to check the commotion.
"Are you-" He began.
The door swung open. A small boy, probably fifteen or so, rushed into the room. His breath was rushed and he stammered on his words, "There i-in the school, apparently all around Tokyo from his radio!"
"Come here," The secretary grabbed out behind him in the doorway, pulling his arms back into a firm lock.
The boy struggled, tears falling down his cheeks, "Let go! We have to run, I didn't know where to go so I..." He burst into more streams of tears; his shouts were high and unnaturally scared.
"Miss, get this boy out of here and settle him down," Hiroaki ordered sternly, though both Asuka and Lili could see the concern in his eyes.
The secretary nodded and closed the office door behind her as the sounds of the boys screams increased.
Hiroaki turned to the girls, the shock of the moment dying down, "Now, maybe-"
There was a thud at the window, then the sound of skin pressed against glass slowly sliding down finally accompanied by a gurgling; the sound of an animal growling at the back of its throat.
The girls screamed as the glass suddenly broke through and two bloody white hands wrapped around the headmaster's neck.
Hiroaki began choking as the moaning intensified and a head popped up into view through the smashed window. The man's skin was a horribly mixed white and grey; his white, bloodshot eyes blankly stared at the man he chocked, as with his legs, he ever so slowly began to pull himself inside the room.
"YAH!" Asuka cried as she kicked the monster flying back.
Hiroaki gasped heavily, his hands were on his throat, groping for air and oxygen for his deprived lungs.
"Here sir," Lili bit her lip as she help Hiroaki up and away from the window.
Asuka bent out the broken space. Still a perfectly sunny day yet there was the ugly attacker, pulling itself up from the tarmac with it's chilling moan.
"It's getting up," Asuka warned and quickly pushed Lili and Hiroaki out of the room.
Inside the waiting room the secretary and boy had gone, a small trail of blood leading away to the door.
"What was that?" wheezed Hiroaki as he finally denied Lili's support.
"I don't know," Lili muttered, glancing back at the office where the odd noises of the thing were becoming more and more apparent as it had apparently finally managed to make it through the window judging by the sound of glass crushing underneath approaching feet. "Asuka let's go,"
Asuka stood to the side, deep in thought, her face going steadily white.
"That boy said they were everywhere... in the school he said, he must have been talking about that thing! There in the school and in Tokyo!" Asuka explained hurriedly, voice cracking on each word.
"So let's go, come on!" Lili rushed and pushed Hiroaki out into the corridor followed by Asuka.
The corridor was terrifying mix of its original grey... and red.
Blood and guts stained the floor and lockers. A few students ran past, not even noticing the three by the waiting room door. Screams could be heard echoing in classrooms on the same corridor.
Reviling, Hiroaki vomited; bile stinging his throat- the two girls with him were as still as waxwork dummies.
"Muuuuuh," the moaning was behind them, the silhouette of the attacker was seen coming through the blacked out windows on the door.
"Come on!" Asuka ordered, the mind numbing moan pulling her out of her state of shock.
The three rushed down the hall, each step deliberately placed to avoid the blood soaked floor.
They quickly turned the corridor, a female student stood there half way down, back turned to them. Another student, wearing the same bloody uniform stood in-front of her, hands ripping inside the others chest, greedily pulling out organs once ripping away the collarbone. She snarled and growled as she ate her friend's insides, blood and guts were seen pouring down between their feet.
"Oh my God," Hiroaki whimpered, his face literally turning a deep green.
"What do we do now?" Asuka whispered to Lili, not taking her eyes off the scene for a second.
"I..." The blonde stammered back.
Suddenly the retching sound of vomiting met the girl's ears. Hiroaki was away again, vomit splattering against the tiled floor, hitting back up to stain the man's tie.
The cannibal girl looked up at the sound. Her eyes were greedy and still lit unlike the previous attacker, as if the grey white man from the office- probably shuffling down the corridor that instant- was old and this new girl was fresh.
It let out a shrill noise and then faster than the other began coming towards the three, apparently unknowing of the deep gash on it's leg preventing it from sprinting.
"Lili," Asuka mumbled, shaking her comrade's arm.
The fellow student shook her head, blinked then charged.
Lili dived under the monsters lunge forwards, then lifted up with her forearm rendering the monster-girl flying through the air, it hit the ceiling then fell back down to the ground, it's various body parts now twisted and mangled.
It gurgled, blood slowly leaking out of it's mouth, then it pulled itself upwards. Lili slammed her leg down, knocking the beast before it's rise.
"It's head," Came a raspy voice which could only belong to Mr. Hiroaki, "hit it in it's head,"
Lili immediately lifted up her leg and once again slammed down, this time the cannibal stayed on the floor, bits of it's skull scattered across it's shown, vulnerable brain.
"C-come on," Lili turned to them.
As the three proceeded down the corridor, moaning began from both sides. From behind the original attacker had found some friends, and in-front new gore covered people came round the bend.
"Shit, that's the way out," Asuka cursed, glancing between each group on both sides of the corridor, slowly but surely closing in.
"We have to-"
"Ahh! Asuka, Lili!"
Lili, cut short, turned with Asuka to see Hiroaki pushing away a moaning female monster.
"Sir!" Asuka jumped into action, landing a kick to the ribs of the woman with a sickening crack.
"Asuka in here!" Lili hurried, opening a classroom door to the right.
Asuka pushed her teacher inside, Lili narrowly making it in, getting away from the grabs at her arms and legs. She slammed the door shut, staying tight against it as slams hit against the door over and over again.
"Barricade it!" Lili demanded of Asuka, wincing as she kept the cannibals at bay using her body weight and strength.
"Mr. Hiroaki, I'm going to have to ask you to help Lili close the door as I push these desks against it, k?" Asuka turned.
Hiroaki though was in a bad way. A normal healthy complexion was replaced with a deadly white with sweat beads dripping off his nose and chin, "My wrist," He murmured, "It bit me... they're zombies like from America... and it got me,"
The girl's shared a look in light of this news.
Of course zombies! The thing no-one ever expected but knew very well possible ever since the USA's catastrophe... zombies.
"Okay sir, stay there; Lili you'll have to hold it by yourself some more," Asuka turned back round to the French.
"Just hurry up will you," Lili hissed, still holding close the rattling door.
The barricade had been made, a desk pushed against the door and a broom pushed through the handle, luckily for them the persistent zombies still outside the door had yet to change their methods of slamming and scraping.
All members of this now trio survival squad were thinking of home, Japan, other cities, aid. Nothing was certain or knowable from a locked up, barricaded classroom surrounded by the living dead.
Mr. Hiroaki sat by a desk at the back, insisting the girls stayed away from him. A dirty cloth used for wiping the blackboards with was wrapped around his fleshy wound which on inspection revealed so deep the bone was visible.
The windows had been locked, unable to be barricaded because of their height on the walls.
Out of the windows, on the grass behind the school, the un-dead gathered. They wandered the field, ambling over to the scent of the living. A few times they came frighteningly close, drooling hungrily at the windows. Asuka had even recognised some of her friends, shuffling around with horrifying injuries which in any other position would leave a person cold dead in their graves.
They did not know if they were the only survivors in Japan, in the city, the district or even the school but what was clear was zombies had somehow came to Asia, Japan.
It was dark; the only light the flickers from the television. Jin Kazama watched stonily at the emergency broadcast.
"-the virus coming to Japan last night. With police all over Japan being unable to control the zombies it is extremely strange to only find minimal amounts of soldiers being sent through to help. With apparently one quarter of Japan dead or infected in one night people everywhere are asking where the outside world is and help from other countries? More locally the wonder is where the Mishima Zaibatsu is. Known to have their own militia they have yet to react at all to the threat. We urge people to-"
The televisions light ended at the switch of a button. Jin placed the remote down next to himself.
The warning.
Wesker's warning up to a week ago had begun last night, with his, Umbrella's infection being released into Japan.
But it wasn't a warning anymore, it was much worse; it was out of control. After realising the zombie situation had gotten out of control the bastard had managed to severe Japan's ties with the outside world. That was why minimal army men and supplies could get through and probably why people didn't just leave the island instead of getting infected like apparently already a quarter had.
The Kazama glanced to the side, he knew his phone wasn't cut off; he would have been informed if so. He could have easily called for help, got himself out of there if need be. But no, he was going to help blockade Japan off instead. If anybody found out about the zombies, where it all stemmed from it would only lead back to Mishima Zaibatsu and their trading with Umbrella, something which would badly jeopardize his plans for the world once the zombie apocalypse was over.
Japan would have to suffer that little bit longer.
That's the end of chapter one, Resident Evil characters to be in soon, please review and tell me what you thought of it and thank you.