-1Vacation Gone Wrong
Jack Johnson was driving down the highway in his car to go visit an old friend. It has been four years since Jack joined the Marines to fight for the country. Jack had no living relatives, and his only friend was a cop at the RPD, Raccoon Police Department. Jack had about ten minutes before he reached Raccoon City.
"It's been awhile since Martin and I have hanged out," Jack said to himself, "It will be to see him again. He told me about that party for that new recruit was going to be fun." After ten minutes, Jack arrived at the outskirts of Raccoon City. However, something was amiss. No one was in town in the streets at all. Raccoon had a large population, and yet no one was around at all. Jack noticed some people standing in a alley way, but they seemed a little off.
"I guess they are drunk," Jack said to himself, "so long as they don't anything stupid, I won't call the cops on them." Jack continued to drive down the street to the police station. He was five blocks away when he discovered something gruesome. Dead bodies were lying in the streets, and people who were terribly wounded were walking around.
"Uuuuuuhhhhhhhh!" That sound was coming from them.
Zombies, Jack thought. Right there and then, Jack didn't hesitate to put the pedal to the floor, and run over any zombie that got in his way. Jack went left and right to hit any zombie that he could on the way to the police station. Jack arrived at the station front gates, since he didn't want to risk going to the parking lot. He got out of his car and grabbed his gun. It was an assault rifle of some kind; Jack never did learn the names of the weapons. Jack loaded his assault rifle and set to single shot. Jack then grabbed his spare magazines, and put them into his pocket. He had two spares and one in the gun for a total of ninety shots. Jack got into a stance, and walked into the police station. Taking a quick look around the lobby he could tell that this area was secure. Jack then took out a piece of paper that was sent to him from his friend. Jack followed the directions to get to the door that lead to the party room. However, it was locked. Jack, using his strength, kicked down the door with one try. He took a quick sweep around the room to find no zombies. All Jack did find was one person who was alive.
"Jack," stated the wounded man, "is that you?" Jack recognized who it was right away.
"Martin," Jack stated as he rushed to his side, "what the hell happened here?" Martin stared at him for a little bit.
"Two months ago," Martin started, "an incident accrued in a mansion on the outskirts of the city. The S.T.A.R.S. members did discover that Umbrella was behind it. However, no one believe them and they had risked their lives to reveal the truth. *COUGH* *COUGH*"
"You have to hang in their man," Jack stated with worry in his voice.
"No," replied Martin, "I have been bitten by those creatures. I know that I will soon turn into one of them. Jack, take this pistol and kill me." Martin tossed the pistol to Jack's feet.
"Are you serious?!" shouted Jack, "you know that I can't do that to you." Martin looked at him with fierce determination.
"I am going to die," stated Martin, "I know that it is painful, but I don't want to turn into one of those creatures." Jack was silent. "Please, I am asking you as a friend to do this for me." Jack remained silent for a time. Then, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of cloth. Using the cloth, Jack slowly picked up the pistol and pointed it at Marin's head.
"You know that I don't want to do this, right?" Jack asked with tears in his eyes, "you are the only friend that I have. I have no family. I don't want to kill you. However, I don't want you to suffer either." Martin nodded his head.
"Good bye, old friend," Martin said with a smile on his face. With those words, Jack pulled the trigger, and the bullet pierced Martin's head. Martin then remained motionless and their was blood on the lockers behind him. Jack, with tears in his eyes, dropped the gun that was used to kill his best friend. Jack dropped to his knees and started to cry. He didn't know how long he was like that, but he heard the door behind him in a corner open. Jack stood up and pointed his gun in the direction of the noise.
"IDENTIFY YOURSELF!" Jack shouted. Soon he saw a young man with short brown hair wearing the RPD uniform walk into the room with his hands in the air.
"Don't shoot," shouted the man, "I am a human." Jack looked at him and saw that he was indeed human. Jack slowly lowered his weapon and looked at the young man.
"Sorry about that," Jack apologized, "I am a bit emotional right now." Jack looked at his dead friend.
"Oh I see," stated the man, "was he a friend of yours?" Jack nodded his head.
"He was the only friend I had in this world," replied Jack, "and he asked me something that I couldn't do, and yet I did it for his sake." The man looked confused. "He asked me to kill him."
"I see," stated the man. Jack wiped the tears from his eyes and faced the man.
"But now is not the time to mourn him," stated Jack, "I have to live. I have to live for his sake." The man nodded.
"I need to search for survivors, and help them escape. Will you help me?" asked the man. Jack walked up to him and held out his hand.
"I'm Jack Johnson," stated Jack, "and I will help you." The man smiled and shook Jack's hand.
"My name is Leon Kennedy," stated Leon. Jack nodded his head, and then laughed out of the blue. "What is it?"
"I arrive at Raccoon to find that monsters and zombies are on the loose, I had to kill my best friend, and now I have to survive this hellish nightmare," replied Jack, "some vacation this turned out to be." Leon started to laugh and Jack joined in. Leon took out his Desert Eagle and Jack readied his rifle and they head out to find survivors.