Resident Evil

Expiration Soiree

The music was blasting, the police were dancing, and Chris Redfield stood at the second floor walkway, looking down into the lobby of the Raccoon City Police Department. It was the yearly Halloween party. There was one officer, and one S.T.A.R.S. agent on duty, and unfortunately, Chris got cheated out of his patrol. Now he was stuck at the station, forced to attend the party. He watched as the cops danced, and chatted, all obviously drunk. The phone rang again, the fourth time in about twenty minutes, but annoyingly no one answered it. No one seemed to be that concerned, caring only that it was their time to party. Chris decided to go downstairs, figuring if the phone rang again, he'd be able to answer it. He left the balcony, and began his way downstairs when he heard the crash come from the main lobby. He rolled his eyes, someone had obviously stumbled drunkenly and fell. As he reached the bottom of the stairs, he heard a gunshot. He ran to the door, and as he reached it, he began hearing the sounds of panic. Bursting through the door, he watched stunned as the cops backed away from a huge crowd of civilians, shooting into the crowd.

"What the hell is going on?" Chris asked himself. One of the Civilians saw him and started towards. Thinking quickly, Chris ducked back into the hallway, shutting the door. The civilian slammed against the door, ,beating his fists against it, moaning. Barricading the door, Chris started upstairs, bumping into the captain of S.T.A.R.S. Albert Wesker.

"Captain, it's crazy. There are Civilians attacking the station." Chris told him.

Wesker started to reply, but the door behind Chris burst open, civilians began to pour into the hallway. It was only now that Chris noticed the wounds that were on them. Someone had bullet wounds, others had visible marks, as if bitten by some animal.

"Come!" Wesker said, running up the stairs, Chris on his heels. At the top of the stairs, Wesker turned, and pulled his gun, and fired into the crowd as they attempted to chase them. Chris turned, and he too drew his pistol and fired into the crowd. Still, they wouldn't go down, wouldn't stop. Finally, Wesker shot one in the head and watched as it went down easily.

"Aim for the heads." Wesker told Chris.

The two stood at the top of the stairs, shooting into the crowd. They killed countless of their attackers, but eventually had to start falling back.

"There's two many of them!" Chris yelled as he and Wesker were slowly being pushed back.

"We need to find a better position." Wesker said.

"We also need to find the others." Chris said.

"If they're even still alive... You go, I'll hold them off."

Chris nodded, and took off running down the hall. As he reached the door, he heard a frustrated growl. He turned back to see Wesker being over taken by the attackers. His gun empty, he dropped his arm, and spun, kicking one of the assailants and knocking back the crowd. Still it was no use, they were cornering him.

"Albert!" Chris called out to him.

Wesker looked over at him. "Go!" He yelled. He turned his back to his attackers, and ran at the window. The crowd shambled after him, following him to the window. Upon reaching the window, Wesker dove through it. Chris, knowing there was nothing more he could do, went through the door to the upper balcony. Wedging a chair against the doorknob, he made sure the door was barricaded before turning around. Down in the lobby, many officers had been over taken. They were even visible as the crowds swarmed over them.

"Chris!" A voice cried out. Looking in the direction it came from, Chris saw Jill Valentine fighting the crowd as it drew near. Looking around for some way to help, he spotted her salvation. Running over to the emergency latter, he activated it, lowering it to the lobby.

"Come on!" He called down. Watching as Jill quickly jumped on the ladder and began to climb. Pulling his pistol back out, he began to shoot the crowd as it moved to chase her. She was almost to the top when the ladder began to shake. They had over come the ladder, and were attempting to knock Jill off of it. She continued to climb when finally, the metals snapped. Horrified, Jill began to fall into the swarm below her.

"No!" Chris yelled. His hand shot down, and he managed to grab her wrist. Pulling with all his might, he pulled her to the relative safety of the balcony.

"They're not human." she said, breathing heavily.

"I know." Chris said, thinking back to how much they took from he and Wesker in the stairway.

"Have you seen anyone else?" Jill asked him, climbing to her feet.

"Just Albert, but I don't think he made it."

Jill stared at him in disbelief.
"come on, we have to find our way out of here. Let's head to the locker room. If nothing else, we can stock up." Chris said. "we've gotta stick together."

"right." Jill said. The two made there way through the second floor precinct, which luckily managed to remain devoid of the creatures. They finally reached the locker room, and entered inside. They found it deserted. Sitting down on the bench, Chris looked around.

"now what?" Jill asked him, walking over to her locker.

"Well the helicopters are still on the roof, we could use them to escape." Chris said.

"Yeah, except we need a pilot." Jill said, walking over to another locker, and starting to pick the lock.

"True, but hey, maybe Edward or Kevin survived the attack. We'll just have to find them."

"yeah, I hope so." She said, opening the locker. "thank you Barry!" She said, pulling out an assortment of firearms. She handed Chris a shotgun, and took an Uzi for herself. Chris stared straight past her into the locker.

"is that even legal?" he said, staring at the most obvious weapon the locker.

"Chris, I hardly think a rocket launcher will be much help in a small building like this." Jill said, shutting the locker. "Let's just find us a pilot and get out of here."

A sneeze came from a nearby locker, causing both Chris and Jill to aim there new weapons at the locker in question.
"Don't shoot! It's just me, Brad!" Brad Vickers said, emerging from the locker.

Jill and Chris looked at each other. "Looks like we've got out pilot."

The three of them burst out the locker room, finding themselves confronted with a whole horde of zombies. Literally blasting through them, Jill and Chris drug Brad behind them. Making there way through the building, the finally managed to get to the roof. Upon reaching it, they sent Brad onwards to get the chopper ready. They stayed at the door, killing the zombies as they came. The chopper was beginning to rev up behind them, and they found relief in they were so close to escaping. Suddenly, a roar from down the stairs. They both turned, and watched as a monstrous creature emerged from the stairway. It had mutations all over, including an enlarged arm with huge claws. It swiped at the two S.T.A.R.S. agents, who jumped back.

"Get to the copter!" Chris told Jill who ran for it. Chris followed her closely, and they made it to the helicopter pad just as Brad lifted off, and leaving them stranded.

"Brad! You son of a bitch! Get back here!" Chris yelled as he watched the helicopter fly away. The loud roar behind them helped reality to sink in. They turned to see the giant monster approaching them. Both loading their guns, they opened fire on it. The shotgun tearing chunks of flesh off of it while the Uzi tore huge gashes in it. Finally, they were out of ammo, but the creature kept coming.

"What now?" Chris asked Jill. Both were worried.

Suddenly, the air was split by a loud shriek, and the creature exploded. Through the smoke left from the explosion, Chris and Jill could barely make out...

"Albert!" Chris called, watching as Albert Wesker walked over to them, dropping the Rocket Launcher. Chris turned to Jill. "I really don't think a Rocket Launcher is going to help." He mocked her, before getting punched in the eye.

"Let's get out of here." Wesker said, walking over to the remaining Heli and getting in. Chris and Jill followed suit. They lifted off, and flew away from the RCPD station. As they flew over the city, they could see huge crowds and fires everywhere. Huge towers of smoke drifted into the air before dispersing. Jill and Chris watched the city below, mesmerized by the chaos of it, as Wesker flew them to safety.