Resident Evil : Armageddon
-Chapter 1-
Author's Note: I thought I'd try something from the movie franchise. I heard the rumour that the 6th movie is called Armageddon so I thought I'd write my perspective on how Alice and everyone else faces the world of undead lurking outside the white house. Please review, rate,follow and enjoy! :)
Not everyone lives a normal life. Actually, what is a normal life? Maybe living in your own little world, having everything you desire and having your family surrounding you with cheesy smiles on their faces. However.
Our world died. 10 years ago, a deadly disease countered the most horrific defeat of the world after it escaped a lab owned by the mysterious company scared in people's minds today as "Umbrella". With an octagonal logo, divided into 4 segments of a mix between red and white, resembling the devilish, homicidal red queen with the hell like red and the ray of hope resembling the white queen that was more of a god. The disease was way beyond it's time, it was supplemented as a virus. It changed people, made them hunger for flesh, they didn't need a wince of sleep. They became the walking dead. All it took was one bite and you were done for. You would join them unwillingly. The virus spread on a global level. The human race decreased dramatically. Only a few remain as they battle for a new age. An age of no plague. An age when Umbrella is dead and buried and can escape their minds. One in particular that actually witnessed the outbreak hands on was the one known as Alice.
Alice strived to annihilate Umbrella once and for all. She barely survived the outbreak incident in the lab under Racoon City referred to as "The Hive". Afterwards, she was taken by Umbrella's scientists into Racoon City just above the secret facility and was injected with the virus. Unexcpectantly, she bonded with it. She developed inhuman powers. Like a phoenix rising from the ashes, she swore to combat Umbrella ad bring them to their end.
The surviving human race, in its entirity was cooped up in the white house. The white house had become somewhat of a sanctuary for the refugees that had clawed their place to survival over the past ten years. Everyone had lost something precious to them. Family, friends,homes and the list is endless. Now they were compact into the former most influential building in history struggling to outlast the dead.
The lights dimmed and began flickering as the atmosphere became a bloddcurdiling nightmare. Decreipt paintings of past presidents of America had been forgotten and were hanging off the wall without a care in the world. Tables and chairs were flung everywhere. The uncomfortable song of footsteps marching towards their objective as the BSAA prepared for battle, lugging machine guns in their shaking hands and quaking in their boots. Alice sat with her supposed daughter Becky on a wooden chair wrapped in a blanket. Becky shuddered as a bitter shiver crept down her spine as sirens roared above on the roof. Alice wanted to stay firm and decisive for her sake. Jill and Leon sat opposite on a desk looking glum and antagonistic. "Why can't we go help them out there, people are dying," Leon put his head in his hands as his memory dragged back to Racoon city when he endorsed the feast of many of his fellow citizens. Jill tried to give him a comforting look but inside she felt the exact same way. "Wesker said we have to wait," Alice breathed a puff of freezing air that formed a dark grey cloud. The heating was failing. Leon shook his head. "It won't be long,"
Alice reassured the former police officer as she squeezed Becky tight. A woman in a dark pink dress strolled in. The dress had an insert between her legs showing one off while hiding the other. It was decorated with an embroided white butterfly. Hardly dressed for the occasion. She stood in the middle of the two sets of pairs. "The west wing is in trouble, Wesker needs Jill and Leon to go help, it's not your time yet Alice," Ada shrugged as Leon clenched a fist. "Why did we have to wait! We could of saved those people! Wesker!" Leon's frown was disconcerting and her jumped off the table and marched his way down the deserted hallway. "Look after him," Ada made eye contact with Valentine. Jill nodded and scurried after the enraged man. Alice removed the blanket from her torso to peek at the catsuit she had put herself into when she was recently captured by them. The Umbrella logo sat loud and proud with its white and red exactly where her heart would be pumping.
A deserted island was surrounded by the pacific ocean. Amazingly, it still had trees and plants, something the Earth had been deprived of in the recent years. A hand appeared on the rocky shores as it gripped at stone. Nails scratching as a man hauled himself up. His drenched clothes weared him down from the heavy unnecessary water. He wore a grey shirt that turned to black due to the water, and wore grey trousers that had taken the same effect. Also, another hand gripped the edge and a female figure became apparent. They had been to hell and back. Chris and Claire Redfield.
Leon dashed down the disregarded corridor as Jill bolted after him. Leon reached for his handgun from his brown leather jacket that had definetly seen better days. His bullet proof vest underneath would act as a life line for when one of the undead happened to try to penetrate him from the torso up. Jill resumed wearing the blue battlesuit Umbrella had her in when she was under their command for several years. Luckily, since the ruby spider mechanism was ripped from her chest by Alice, she returned to who she once was. Her hands clenched at the handles of her two TMP's as she paced herself getting ready to face what could be round the next turn. Leon came to an abrupt halt as his eyes grew with flickers and dashes of orange and red. Jill came up behind him and her heart raced. A beam from the ceiling had fallen down and a fire had been set making it burn creating the air unbearable to breathe. Leon glanced round and noticed a female agent spluttered as her lungs felt like they were being crushed by someone's bare hands. Leon went to her side and tried to make her feel more comfortable against the wall. Jill dissipated into a room on the right to search for more survivors. "Hey, you alright?" Leon asked as he straightened her head. She returned it with a nod and a series of coughs. "What's your name?" "It-" she let out a deep cough as she tried to suck in the saliva in her mouth to get enough moisture in her throat to speak. "Helena,"