Behind The Mask: Raccoon City

A fan-fiction of Resident Evil: 2 by Jack Briggs (alias). I am sorry if something I write might not be 100% accurate! Feel free to PM me your thoughts and ideas for the series! This is the first chapter of many to come! Enjoy!

Chapter One: Introductions

Sirens blared as police vehicles and hospital ambulances rushed down the crowded streets. Citizens bolted from building to building or alley to alley trying to evade the turmoil. People were dying and it seemed as if there was no savior in sight. The glimpses of infected feasting on corpses seemed to be the only end to this madness. A madness which will soon be labeled the incident of Raccoon CIty. The events that transpired in this small mountain town will never be forgotten and so shall the people whos' lives were lost in that spring of 1998. There were said to be zero survivors after the city was bombed. This story will prove otherwise...

My I.D card sat on the edge of my desk. My picture replaced with that of just another nameless soldier in a suit. They may have took my image away, but my name was still there.

"Elijah Moiron".

I got up to go to the bathroom where I stared at myself in the mirror.

"...just Another husk?" I sighed.

My eyes glanced up and down my body not knowing what I was looking for. WHO I was looking for. It felt like minutes passed before I shook of those thoughts and went back to bed. That night, I thought of my childhood home. My sister. My mother and father.

"Where are they now?" I thought. "How are they doing?..."

These images of my family shook me to my core and brought me to tears before finally forcing me asleep. Then morning came, and with it the sound of my alarm clock. I got up to fix the bed then do the usual morning ritual. After my shower, I stepped through the corridor and down to the kitchen. The smell of coffee and warmed up MRE's floated in the air. A familiar smell for this time of day. Coffee sounded extra good after the sleepless night I had. I entered the room and was immediately greeted by a handful of associates, some of which were on my team. Familiar faces who all enjoyed my company as much as I did theirs. Needless to say, we were not the best of friends, however, we had each other in a pinch. These people knew me and I knew them. A sergeant has to know his squad through and through. Garlan, my second in command, walked over to the coffee pot.

"Mornin bud. You want a cup?" He asked.

I nodded then sat down next to the rest of my team. At the end of the table sat Acie, a smart runt of a man who was good with a rifle. The other side of him sat Bradley, but we call him brad for short. He was down home at heart but not the friendliest man on earth at first. Garlan handed me my cup of coffee and sat next to Brad.

"So. Shipping out today." He said.

"I know. Feels like we are back in the Corps, huh?" I replied. "Yeah. Yeah it does."

I took a drink of my coffee and sat watching the grey wall behind them.

"Raccoon city." Bradley uttered.

"I used to know a couple drinkin buddies there. One of em had this real bad eye ball that couldn't see shit."

"What are you on about, Brad?" Acie replied. "You tellin stories again? Or maybe you're just having another memory from your "FIRST LIFE"?"

This cracked all of us up as Brad began shifting around trying to explain to us that he has been around for ages. I think he's just a little out there. We all are though for the most part. The chatter and laughter had been another thing that they couldn't take from us. Umbrella somehow missed the part where we are still humans overall. Lucky for us I guess.

The time finally came to gear up and head out with the convoy. We gathered our materials and suited up preparing for whatever the world could throw at us. I didn't see much action over seas or working mercenary work for random millionaires so I figured what we were doing here was small time. Umbrella had never sent us out before. All we have done for the past years is train to be the best that they wanted us to be. They must have seen something in us because I sure as hell didn't. I walked down the main hall of the barracks given to us by Umbrella. Rooms lined both sides until the end of the corridor where it met the wall. On one side was the briefing room where they would deliver our assignments. Never been in there until now. Never had a reason to. On the other sat the elevators to the other stories of the facility. I opened the door and stepped inside. My team sat circling around a large main screen in the center of a table. We all were wearing our Sunday's finest. More suits for mindless zombies. This thought made me sigh. I walked over to my open seat and sat down placing my sidearm's holster on the table.

"Anything yet?" I ask.

Garlan, who was adjusting his mask, nudged his shoulders and shook his head.

"Huh, thought they said 0600?"

"Maybe they are held up with somethin? This Raccoon City thing might be bigger than we anticipated?" Brad replied.

Immediately after he finished, the light from the screen turned on to a case file of the incidents occurring in the city. Files of scientists and dossiers littered the screen. The one they wanted us to be concerned with was Dr. Hailee Shumer. Shumer worked inside a small bunker area beneath a pharmacy in the middle of Raccoon City. It was apparent that we were the ones tasked to find and retrieve her. Umbrella then sent a briefing of what the, codenamed T-virus, was and how to effectively dispatch anyone or anything that had came in contact with it. The file read that the virus was a sudo-weaponized form of some other strand that they wouldn't tell us about. Seemed we didn't need to know all the history. They also informed us that we were to destroy any form of paperwork, lab test, and even DNA that was associated with them to cover their tracks. Smart, but having a load of mercs do that job is very risky. The pay was good though so I couldn't make much of an argument. As the briefing ended, a woman appeared on screen. Most of her body was blackened out, however, I could make out her form from her waist down. She was sleek and didn't seem much of the typical scientist type Umbrella is known for. Didn't matter to me though. A boss is a boss. She began with a statement.

"Ensure the safety of the scientists you will encounter and any research that they need to excract. Failure to deliver will result in termination. Civilians do not matter. Dispose of them if you must. Protect the researchers with your life. You are dismissed."

I sat there thinking to myself about how odd that place functioned.

"...Kill Civilians?" I muttered. "...who Really are these people?"

I looked over to Garlan, who was strapping the final piece of his mask together, and asked his thoughts.

"Jobs a job, right?" He shrugged.

Brad and Acie were already heading out the door when I stood up. It didn't seem to bother them much either. I then stood up, grabbed my holster, and headed out behind them. To my surprise, Brad was waiting for me outside. He was putting his mask on when he asked.

"So, UBCS? Is this a promotion? Shouldn't we get a raise?" He smirked.

We continued down the hallway as I replied.

"Yeah, be nice wouldn't it?" "That it would."

Brad hesitated for a moment. "So, do you really beleive all this could be real? Or maybe it's just a cover? I don't know. What's your opinion?"

We continued down to our rooms where the other two were getting the rest of their equipment.

I turned to Brad and replied. "Don't know. It does seem weird, but i've seen weird things in this world. We will just see when we get there, huh?"

"Just remember to stay on target. Focus on what we have to do first." Garlan added.

We all then finished readying ourselves for the ride. ID badge on, weapons checked, radio synced, and a feeling of fear inside me. I was ready to go. We headed down the corridor making sure that lights were off and doors closed. Acie then called the elevator for us. It felt like hours waiting for it. Like time began to slow down and the air got heavy. Something about this assignment just didn't sit right with me. Money is money though. I stirred this mantra up in my mind to help me ease my way into whatever situation I would face. The ding of the elevator broke the numbing silence around us. The doors opened and we stepped inside. I didn't think it could feel any slower than what it just did, but that ride down seemed to go on forever. Not a single one of us spoke too. We knew that it was time to be serious. Even Bradley. As we reached the vehivle bay of the outpost, I noticed a shinning ring hanging from Acie's pocket. I never knew much about him, so I figured now would be a good time to learn if he was ever married.

"What's that?" I asked pointing at his BDU's.

He smiled and pulled out the ring. He showed me that their were initials engraved on the inside.

"RWD"

"No, it's not a wedding band if that's what you're thinking. It's a ring my father game to me when I turned eleven." He sighed and returned it to his pocket. "The only thing mom gave me to remember him by."

My eyes widened a bit in sorrow. I placed my hand on his shoulder and bowed my head to him. "I understand."

I never really knew who these to were past their name's. Garlan and I go way back, but Acie and Bradley seemed like good men. The elevator stopped and the doors opened. The inside of the bay was large enough to house a few military jeeps and space to work on them. There were other soldiers stationed here too, but I'd never met them before. Didn't need to. We stepped off the elevator and walked to the jeep designated to us by Umbrella. Never could stand these things. I didn't much care for them during my time in the military. Bitches to work on if a piece broke. Acie and I hopped into the front while the other two sat in the back. We sat our weapons at our sides and began to wait.

"0700 is when they open, right?" Brad asked.

"That's what the dossier said." Garlan replied.

I looked down at my watch as Acie started the jeep. Memories rushed my mind. Pictures of what I have done with my life flashed before me.

"Did I make the right choices?" I thought to myself.

I may have done things in the past, but i don't regret a single moment of it. Still scares the hell out of me thought. The man I have become scares me beyond anything else, but somehow this assignment is getting to me.

"I wonder what is going on?" I ponder. "I wonder."

My watches hand's hit 7:00 a.m. and the doors opened as promised. The warm morning sunlight bled through to the pale concrete interior. I took one deep breath, looked over to Acie, and nodded.

"Lets move out."

Chapter Two: Complications