Please note I do not in anyway own parts of the Resident Evil Game. This is just a story written by me using there theme.
Resident Evil
Chaos Streets
By: Keevan Shipley
"Oh my god...my head" Said Alix. A young man in his low twenties. He had just woken up from passing out from being drunk that night. His head was throbbing like he was hit with something earlier. He was crouching he tried to extend his legs, but he met a wall. He then opened his eyes to find himself inside of a broom closet. Now he was panicking. He flailed and kicked around in the small room. "What the fuck is going on?" he cursed as he calmed down. He was a Army officer on leave. Lieutenant Alix Desmond. He had taken leave to visit his father who was dieing of cancer. He hated Raccoon City. The place was full of thugs, and White collar criminals. This just added to his reason for hating it. He certainly didn't put himself in there.
Then he reached for his belt where he could feel his Beretta. He pulled it out and saw that the clip was empty. "Of course..." he said hitting the wall in anger. "What happened last night?" he said wondering. All he could remember was that he had saw his father at 5pm. Then him and his friend Kaira went to the Raccoon Bar on 5th street to celebrate his fathers recovery. He scratched his head in confusion. Near the back of his head it hurt to the touch which leaned towards he had been struck with something last night. He was still wearing the same clothes. A brown aviator jacket, and blue jeans. His green eyes lit up from the light above. Black hair still shiny and sheen. Then as he was looking at the door he spied a note written on one of the bar coasters.
"Don't go outside" said the coaster written in a familiar red lipstick.
"What the hell..." Now Alix was a little uneasy his facial expression was worried. He then walked back and with a forceful right kick busted the door down the middle. He broke off the left side and it dropped with an echo as it his the floor. The window in what looked like a office was darkened with newly applied black paint. There where papers and files scattered on the marble tiles. Alix's black boots crushed them under his weight. A small brown desk with a name plate was on it that read. "Jeff Brown" Alix picked it up. "Wonder where this dick is." he said in thought as he placed it back on the desk.
Crash!
Alix whipped around in the office his gun pointed at the door in front of him. "What was that?" he said aloud for some reason. It was complete silence. "Alix you are loosing your mind." He said placing the gun in his inside jacket pocket. He then went and reached for the door knob. Something felt gooey on it though. He brought up his hand and it looked like blood. "Oh my god!" he said waving his hand around as some of the blood flew off. He wipe the remained in his lower pants. Now he was more worried. The floor near the door was just above a pool of the dark red liquid. "My god." he said kneeling down. "This cant be good" he said as he kicked open the door.
The body of the bartender he had met last night was laid out in front of him. His leg was contorted and a huge chuck was missing from his thigh. His fleshy inside and bone could be seen. His right eye was opened very wide like he had just seen a ghost. His neck was also agape. His throat was visible. Alix got back up very fast and brought his right arm up to his face to cover his mouth. Bloody foot prints lead away from the corpse.
Alix bringing his military training into the equation and drawled his gun. He pointed it out and slightly down as he moved slightly down the small hall. Alix finally figured out where he was after moving farther down the hall and spying some of the pictures of the Jazz musicians that played here. He was still at the Bar just the employee area. He opened the door which lead to the main bar. "Empty?" he said even though he had just seen a body he surely thought someone would be in the normally crowded bar. There was no one. It was a ghost bar. Some drinks where still on the counter, the jukebox was still playing, a pool game went unfinished. He walked more into the room. It had a simple layout. A couple stools up against a oak bar table. Some tables with crappy wood chairs. The notorious jukebox and some big pool tables. He then looked behind the counter just out of curiosity. He saw a broken wine bottle. "This must be what made that noise earlier"
Then he turned around and a shotgun was pointed in his face. An older woman in a red dress suit with a low cut skirt. Her red hair done up in a sort of swirl. She had pale green eyes and a wrinkly forehead. Alix's hands where up by the time he realized the gun was in his face as he was trained.
"Say something" she said in a raspy voice. Alix gathered she must be in her mid 50's probably a smoker.
"Don't shoot" he said scared a little. He had no idea what was going on anymore. She let the shotgun go down a little. Her face looked relieved and she smiled. She then took a seat at one of the bar stools and pulled out a cigarette. Small puffs of smoke came from her nose.
"Excuse me, Whats going on? How come no one is here? And whats with the shotgun ma'am?" he was a little hysterical with his barrage of questions. He had his hand inside his jacket on the empty Beretta. Just in case. She then began laughing with a ere maniacal laugh. Alix was now thinking she went mad. "Maybe she killed that guy."
"Come now boy. You know why..." she said as she trailed off. She took another drag of her fag and looked at his puzzled face. "Oh! oh my god you really don't know?" She said confused.
"Ummm Yeah I was locked in a closet down the hall." he said coming a little closer.
"My dear what was the day you last remember?" said the hag looking deep into his eyes. Alix was very confused now. He could remember that perfectly from the newspaper he was reading in the hospital waiting room.
"September 17th why?" he said moving his hand over his buzz cut. The woman looked shocked.
"My god honey. Its the 19th. You must have been out along time. So that means you don't know about the outbreak doesn't it." she said sadly looking down at her wedding ring. Alix sat down in a chair he was speechless. How could he have been knocked out for almost 2 days. The outbreak line made him even more curious.
"The 19th! How in the...Wait" he stammered. "What outbreak?"
"This is gonna be unbelievable, but trust me honey I'm not lying. About 2 days ago some Virus got let out on the city. The rumors I heard before I came here was that Umbrella had leaked one of its chemical weapons into the sewers. This virus started to change people." Alix moved in closer he was dredding what he might here. His face was blank. "It made them into these cannibals. These monsters. People was sayin they where Zombies because of what the Virus does." Alix then cut her off.
"What does it do?" he said
"Well see this virus spreads through blood bye bitting. If you get bit rumor has it you only live for about 10 minutes if its a really bad bite. But after you die...You...you come back." she then began to cry as she rubbed her wedding ring. Alix glupped down some air. How was it possible? He knew Umbrella had some dirty secrets but he didnt think they could do this.
"So they come back from the dead? but as flesh eating Zombies..." Said Alix sarcastically. He didnt believe a word she had just said after he analyzed it in his head.
"Im not lieing. They killed my husband...Then I killed him" she said in solace.
"Sure lady, but I need to call a ambulance alright. Dont drink so much next time." he said laughing as he went towards the pay phone at the farside of the room. The lady was laughing away. Alix picked up the phone but nothing. He then began pressing buttons. Not even a dial tone. "What the hell is going on?" he said yelling at the lady.
"After the Virus broke out it only took hours to spread across the city. The city was sealed after only 30minutes of the outbreak. Shows you how much they knew about their product. They knew if this broke out it would be a pandemic, but they just didnt care..." She looked back at him. Her cheeks where wet with tears. "If you go outside make sure you have a gun." she said and with that placed the shotgun under her chin. The shell pierced her skull with ease. Her now headless body hit the floor like a sand bag. The shotgun landed a few feet away. Alix was appalled at the sight. "Oh my.." he said walking closer but then turning away waving his arms like he was caught in a limbo between helping and staying away. "I got to get out of here" he said swallowing some of the vomit that had acrewed in his throat from the grotest sight.
Alix hand his hand up to his mouth. He was sweating alittle having seen 2 bodies in the matter of minutes. He then fast walked to the door which lead to the street. He pulled on the gold bar and saw the city. He could could see some flood lights moving through the skies. It was night also. The street was filled with rubble and debris. Several crashed cars blocked the alley way and 2 firetrucks where on fire blocking the way to the left down the street.
"Uhharggh..."
Alix turned around very fast at the moan. His face stern and without worried. He could see a shadowy figure only about 10 feet away from him. Alix then began to walk up to him. "Sir are you alright?" he still could see his face but the man was limping so Alix thought he might be hurt. He only heard another soft moan. "Sir my name is Alix Desmond I can help you." The some windows broke from the apartment building across the street. He could see several figures moving sluggishly over the window sill. He called to them to maybe help the injured man who was getting closer. "Excuse me we need to get a doctor over here. Can anyone call a ambulance?" Not one of the figures spoke they just kept advancing on him. So slow. some dragging there feet other leaning to the side.
He could now make out six different people comming towards him. Then he turned to his left and the man from before was very visible in the street light. His face was decayed and parts of his jaw was missing. His clothes where stained with blood and the leather jacket he was wearing was torn and you could see parts of his intestines and stomach. "Oh my god" he said backing up slowly until he felt the cold window of the bar door. He could now see that others from the apartment where the same. They were all zombies. Alix had terror in his eyes as the mans arms came up in a grabbing motion. Alix yelped as he kicked the man in the chest and entered the door.
Now he was scared to death he had no idea what was happening. Then it dawned on him the lady was telling the truth. He moved the jukebox in front of the door as a barricade. He then slumped down. Thoughts where racing in his head. Was the city really in chaos? Are those people really zombies? He was awoken from his thoughts by the rattling of the door behind him. He could here poundings on the windows as well. "What am I going to do" he said looking around. His berreta was useless unless he could find a clip. He then looked in the chamber. There was 1 bullet as if it was meant for him. To avoid a worse fate. Alix then remember he had come to this town to see his father. What if his father was hurt he would never be able to forgive himself. The rattling got louder behind him. Alix crawled away and neared the bar. He almost placed his hands in the pool of blood thta came from the lady from earlier. He then noticed the shotgun again. "If you go outside make sure you have a gun" He then picked up the shotgun and looked in the magizine. 8 shells where left. "Well this is a start" he said cocking the firearm. The crashed into the windows for the last time as pieces of fragmented glass hit the ground. Now they where pawing at him. Still unable to move themselves into the bar. Alix had the shotgun aimed at them. He didnt know which one to kill first or if he would enough shells for them all.
The racket of machine gun fire aroused Alix's ears. He had heard it many times before. The zombies fell one by one unable to withstand the hail of gun fire. Then a new man entered his view in a weird green camo uniform. He had big black combat boots on. Camo pants and long sleeve uniform. A belt with many different compartments. He was holding what looked like a M-14 automatic rifle. Also what appeared to to be a bullet proof vest. He was a gruff looking man. With a strong chin and big blue eyes. His hair was brown in a flat top style very common for the military. He came in through the broken window. The Rifle pointed in his direction.
"So your alive huh?" he said with a laugh as he pulled Alix off the floor. The man was smiling almost relieved to see another human.
"What do you mean alive?" said Alix still alittle dizzy froom the near death experience. Alix burshed his pants off and straighteded his jacket up for comfort.
"I mean you ain't one of them." he said pointing to the mulitpul bodies of the zombies. "Let me just tell you its great to see someone else alive. Its been what almost 2 days and your the first person ive seen alive in hours. This thing spread so fast." he said looking around.
