Disclaimer: Capcom owns Resident Evil.
A/N: Having never played a Resi game in my life, I approach this fic with trepidation. I hope I don't offend anyone by completely arseing everything up.
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Fuck. Fuck, crap, shit, damnit and a thousand other expletives too offensive to mention. I can't fucking take this anymore. The dead are walking. It's like that crappy horror flick, y'know, that one with the dude with the chainsaw on his arm. Evil Dead that's it! I hated that film. Or maybe that one with Milla Jovovich, what was that one called? Hated it anyway. Shit, listen to me, going on about random crap just to take my mind off the fact that we're all going to fucking DIE! No, I'm not a pessimist, thank you very much, I'm a realist. You live in this city as long as I have, you kind of turn out that way. And that's part of the problem. This city.
I'm a cop, damnit. I'm meant to protect these people, not shoot them. I mean, every day of my life I passed these people on the street. Now they've been turned into undead flesh-eating creatures of the night, but that doesn't make it any easier. They are trying to kill me and all, but these are people that I took an oath to protect and serve; the people of Racoon City. But most of them are dead. So that oath seems a bit redundant now, doesn't it?
And now? Now I'm trying to survive this hellhole. Me, and a few others; the last survivors of Racoon. It's a sobering thought. Eight people from a population of millions. It's impossible. But we're gonna try. For each other, for survival and, hey, if we do manage to get out of here, the Ashcroft woman's pretty hot, maybe test my luck there, eh?
Oh! Just remembered that shitty Jovovich film. Resident Evil: Apocalypse. Good acting and all, the plot was just a bit too twisted. Ironic saying that now but, hey, seemed like a good idea at the time. You know what survival-horror film I liked the most? Alien. Damned if I'm not glad that they don't exist…