AN: This is the sequel to 'Raccoon Streets' I won't tell you to read that first other wise you won't understand what's going on in this story, but you'll probably will. There are however character introduced in 'Raccoon Streets' that show up later in this story, Namely, Alex, Lorna and Jason (The writer of the diary entry below.) So if you want to know about their back story give Raccoon Streets a chance.
Anyway that's enough plugging of my old story, here's the first part of Immunity! dashes off to finish re-writing the rest of it.
It's been a fortnight since we've escaped Raccoon. Since Scott abandoned us on the edge of the city spouting some bull shit about a man that could help, and how he couldn't go to the cops. Lorna doesn't seem angry about it but I sure am!
And she's still not talking.
A doctor had a look at it and it they said it would scar but that was it, there was no real damage done and she should be able to speak.
She was so god damn lucky ,but why the hell would a cop shoot her anyway? I hope the bastard burnt when the missile struck.
Thankfully the cops have finally said we can go…well we don't really have a home anymore do we?
Maggie and Mark have gone to stay with Marks Dad for a while.
As for Lorna Alex and myself?
It's been a long time since we've seen Ethen and Susan, but I'm sure they'd let us stay with them until we find our feet.
Resident Evil: Immunity
Reisdent Evil belongs to Capcom not me, please don't sue, your getting my money anyway
October 15
Jill Valentine was sitting at a table outside Starbucks. Watching people as they walked past intent on their everyday lives. She had finally manage to lose the black skirt and tube top, the black leather trousers with white jumper and woolly hat were much warmer and more comfortable.
It was a cold day and everyone, save for what looked like a collage student who was to high on caffeine to notice the cold, was inside the coffee shop.
Jill sipped her coffee as she waited for her companions to return.
She was severely disappointed when instead of Barry and Carlos an forty plus old man in a trench coat sat down opposite her.
Jill frowned at him.
"I hope this is just a social visit." She said. "I've had enough of Umbrella."
"Sadly not Miss Valentine." Trent answered with that damn sly smile of his. "However, it is not me that you, Mr Burton and Mr Oliveira, with to talk to."
As he spoke he waved to someone behind her shoulder.
Jill fought to hold on to her poker face and not sigh in relief as Barry and Carlos stepped into view.
If Trent was intimidated by the two large men glaring at him he didn't show it.
"Mr Oliveira, I think it may please you to know that you are not the only U.B.C.S. member to survive your last mission." Trent said. "Do you know a Mr Scott Stanford?"
"I can't say that I do."
"A pity, regardless I am here to speak to you on another matter, Mr Burton would you be kind enough to grab another chair for our guest."
Barry looked at Jill once before getting and getting the other chair.
There was a screech as the collage student got up and made to leave, only as she passed their table she sat down in the empty chair between Barry and Trent.
She was only an teenager. She wore round frameless glasses and her bright red hair was tied back in a bun.
She dropped her 'tinkerbell' record bag to by her feet without much care, but she held a small hardcover book to her chest.
"Well, Miss Slate, this is your story to tell not mine."
"Y-yes Sir…I mean Mr Trent, sir…"
"Hey Cutie just calm down and tell us what you want to say." Carlos said. Jill shot him a look thinking he was laying it on a bit thick as the girl started blushing.
"Um…" The girl ducked her head. "I'm Susan Slate. I live in Long Valley, a small Town a few hours east of here…My brother, Ethan… he kinda works for-the-umbrella-lab-there-and -he's-being-held-prisoner."
With the words almost thrown into the air like a grenade Susan started staring at her lap.
Trent moved to stand up.
"Where are you going?" Carlos demanded.
"Miss Slate has all the information you need, it's merely up to you to act upon it." Trent said. "And I am sadly needed else where."
"But Mr Trent!"
Trent smiled down at Susan.
"I promised your brother that I would do what I could to help." Trent said. "I have done that. The rest is up to you."
Susan gulped and nodded.
"What about Chris?" Jill asked. "He's waiting for us."
"I understand, but this is a chance to nip the problem in the bud so to speak. An Umbrella lab near a suburban town, we all know how that can end. Good afternoon. Miss Valentine, Miss Slate, Gentlemen."
"Bastard." Jill muttered under her breath once he was out of ear shot.
Susan shuddered. "God that man gives me the creeps."
Barry and Jill shared a look.
"You and me both girl." Carlos agreed.
"So…I guess you want to hear it all from the beginning then?"
"That would be good." Jill said.
It took a few more moments before Susan managed to find the words.
"My brother is very smart, even if he is more than a little short sighted." Susan started. "They had to rush him though school because he was to smart for his own age group, but he got beaten up because he liked to show off."
"He was hired by Umbrella the moment he had left school. He had caught their eye with his grades and some papers he had published. I don't know what the papers were about I could only understand one word in three, but what ever it was it impressed these people."
Susan tucked a lose strand of red hair behind her ear. "He said the work was boring at first, but then they gave him an unusual virus to cure."
"I think I can see where this is going." Carlos muttered.
"Ethan's obsessed with diseases, he can recited the symptoms for a hundred illness and the steps needed to make the cure." Susan sighed.
"A doctor in Raccoon made a cure." Carlos said. "It can't be that hard."
Susan shrugged
"He said there were hundreds of people working on this Virus, He said it was the most effective pathogen he had ever seen and that if he didn't know better he'd think it was man-made." Susan glared at the table. " And despite that he had rats, infected rats, in his lab in little cages that stupid sisters could stick their fingers into because they thought 'Mickey' and 'Minnie' were just pets."
"You've been bitten by a rat carrying the T-Virus?" Barry asked his eyebrows reaching his hairline.
"I told you he's an expert at curing diseases."
"I think we'd better go somewhere more privet to finish this conversation." Jill said.
"What do you think little lady, would you like to see my room." Carlos asked. "It's very comfortable."
Susan started blushing again and looked away.
Jill glared at Carlos who grinned.
Barry coughed and ignored all the floating hormones.
AN: Bonus points if you can guess where Trent is off to!