Author Note : Although I respect and like many RE characters, (many B.O.W. included) Claire/Ada and the likes won't make an appearance in here. The story follows the actual plot of the RE2 game although some slight changes have been made in order for this story to fit together. Such as creating one room in the RPD that doesn't exist in the game, for story-purposes; I'm the author here so I can do whatever I want. Therefore I'd like to point out that I am aware of all the chorological orders of things in the Resident Evil vast universe; years, important dates, many viruses, all characters plus every single bio-weapons ever created, etc. So near the end when I make Raccoon City get blown up on the 30th of September rather than the 1st of October, don't bother; I wanted to do that for the purpose of my story.

By the way, you should look into the games timeline with attention, it has many details worth knowing and is highly interesting; I also mean the secret reports from Wesker/Jill/Ada/HUNK, etc. and many more cool stuff such as stories created by "real writers" and not fans (maybe the Biohazard crew themselves, who knows.) Plus don't overlook the actual books you can buy, written by S.D. Perry.

Time for me to shut up and here we go...

Raccoon City Survivors

Chaos Reigns

Agent 27; that is my name. At least the one I've given myself.

Moreover I've no acquaintances that'd need one anyway.

Employed by no one but myself, operating alone and has an array of useful skills including CQC, use of firearms and hacking. Counterbalancing for my inaptitude in other domains such as relationships or any other events requiring "normal" expertise into guessing right human's unspoken language; in short I am anti-social for many reasons. All the above would suggest a male character as I suppose many would go for that image right away without pondering anything over. Well I am a 27 years old woman, short ear-length brown hair and shorter at the back; I like my neck devoid of anything to grab by any potential adversary, and because it provides with a cool breeze in summer, the season I tend to have difficulty with. I am 5'7", slim-athletic, also stronger and cleverer than I look. My eyes are dark brown, I usually wear a stoic expression and one reason for that is because I don't do social things much but mainly it's just my face therefore portrays who I am. I tend to be brusque around others and especially hateful towards anyone who's limited IQ is asking to be punched in the face then have their neck snapped. I have zero tolerance for many stupidity which fits with my tendency towards misanthropic views; and I cannot bear the thought that human pigs exists.

I bear grudges towards moronism, there are acts that I do not forgive nor forget; therefore if anyone deserves it, I have no problem whatsoever to end their sorry existence. Especially if they hurt others, individuals that truly don't deserve to be treated like shit. No I'm not really a hero; I just do things my own way whenever I want. So I work for myself, then where do I get my money from to ensure my survival? I told you, hacker skills; pinpoint pieces of shit and empty their account(s) and fill in my pockets. They deserve it, no sleep loss on such assholes.

With a résumé like this, if people actually read it, then they'd think it's no wonder I'm alone. Someone would actually have to get close to me enough in order to unveil how deep this goes, which no one ever did. I either don't allow them any peek or they sense bad vibes therefore don't get involved. And I'm certain that many would say this is no life, and etc.,; but it is mine moreover it's enough. It fulfills what I need, fills in the Void plus keeps me focused physically and mentally. I don't desire what plain humans does, I crave something else and there's so few places where I can quench that thirst…..

Presently, it's the incident in Raccoon City. Was I here on vacation? No. Was I here sniffing about? Probably. I follow my guts, turns out my intuition was right again; and then here I was in the middle of something big although not identifiable just yet as hell broke loose. It contained all the events you could find in a horror movie; cops in over their heads, people screaming and dying, hellish creatures, a stench enveloping the entire city…. For so many, this disaster meant the end; for me it was the contrary. I'm not an asshole at heart but since life is so damn boring then this, for me, makes it worth living. I don't expect others to understand but simply just stay out of my way if you can't stomach that reality.

I've always thought I knew who I was, of course the human mind is made to gauge and doubt; but put simply I had a good idea of what kind of creature I was… neither entirely black nor white. Well someone made me doubt myself like no other event ever did before; so this is where everything starts…..

I was eating lunch in a small restaurant, was nearly empty too save for a young couple and the owner. I was merely thinking over the meal I had just received, it tasted decent and nothing was wrong with it. A simple poutine sufficed to make me relatively happy, if that's what happiness is; that's when I like it when things are effortless. Dressed in black from head to toe, t-shirt underneath my leather jacket, comfortable pants with many pockets and ankle boots with red laces; exactly the type of person no one wants to get close to. Moreover because ordinary people tend to be shallow and prejudiced more times than not. Staring at my plate while eating, the owner didn't even bother trying to engage the conversation either and it was exactly what I wanted.

I transpierced with the fork another serving of my dish in order to blow on it, when then I witnessed the first act of cannibalism live instead of described in the gossiping newspapers. Right there in the street, someone ran yelling before being assaulted by two others; what followed next was unlike anything this town had seen so far. The victim started to get devoured by his attackers, the scream of pain and horror couldn't get more real than this. The three individuals in the restaurant responded to such a scene like mundane people usually does, no need to describe their reactions or yet lack of as they shut down due to fear.

Dissimilar to them, I and my trusty partner Combat Knife were always ready; although I kept an eye on the scene I was also very hungry therefore kept eating. As in unfolded, now the people around me panicking further, I noticed the owner looked at me wrong and asked something but I ignored him. After frowning severely he ran to the doors to activate the lock, stood there watching while the woman yelled to her boyfriend to call the police. Your average stupid female who can't do shit on her own, fucking pathetic.

Well, something big was going on, you could now see and hear it; soon you'd smell nothing but death everywhere. Such a stench was familiar to me but I didn't think it'd turn into anything like what happened in Raccoon City. This was a once in a lifetime occasion, and I was right in the middle. Still seated there, I filtered what was going on around me and kept the important details only; such as the monsters having abandoned their first meal merely to catch another on the sidewalk opposite from here. Feisty.

The proprietor yelled something like "Oh my GOD!", walking in front of the large window panes in total dismay. I scoffed, like that's going to help. I usually eat too fast than I should, and this was a small poutine too, therefore I eyed the limp fries with disinterest. It was always great at first but as the potatoes sucked in the sauce then it felt wrong in the mouth.

Hence I stood up and didn't bother to leave money on the counter; what was happening out there wasn't your typical assault, the owner wouldn't even think of a customer having left without paying as for it'll soon be the least of his worry….. I took the exit on the right near where the three of them were parked still glancing outdoor with frightened expressions; and out in the dark alley I went. I was alone, came to the corner and looked around, I was already hearing citizens screaming from afar, sirens, a dog barking; still it would seem I could get back to my hotel room with minor problems so far. Some of them attackers were quick on their feet but not fast enough, they seemed to be unaware of what was happening plus their overall behavior was wrong.

However now was not the time to ponder over that too much, I could analyze it all once in my room and grabbing my weapons. Since I hardly cared about my life then I was eager to find out what this was all about, who was involved, and even if it meant dying. At least something entertaining was taking place here. My hotel wasn't really chic, yes I do have money I've stolen from rich pricks who in fact have stolen it before me, but this is a small Mid-West town so they don't do in super classy. Not that it especially bothered me since I usually lay low even if my bank account is well-furnished. When I neared the hotel some people were coming out or rushing in, entering I got asked questions by random individuals but brushed them all off. I had no time for them nor wished to comfort anyone, and soon enough there would be no need to anymore. Room 17, my tools were still in the suitcase; I grabbed my Desert Eagle and belt-pouches with spare clips, placed my Silver Snake Magnum on my left side near my ribs. My knife was on its sheath on my lower right leg, ready to be used; now I also holstered my handgun on my right thigh.

A crowd panicked outside right in front of the hotel, I also heard some police officers trying to calm them down but it was no use; besides they could barely hold it together themselves. Not like it was going to improve soon; this was more likely the end for this crime-free city. I was ready thus abandoned the suitcase since it'd be burdensome, I could always buy one later, when I get out of here and if. Because one can never truly know what to expect from life, things can turn out so wrong in an instant; besides it's not like I really need to conceal my garments anymore. I still had my leather jacket on and considered leaving it here, it's the 29th of September but since I'd be doing some physical stuff then it'd soon get too hot for me; and tying it around my waist was not an option since I needed to have full access to the pouches on my belt. I removed it and laid it on the bed, too bad, I really like it. My tight black t-shirt would suffice, sleeves mid-way on upper arms and enough space in the neckline so as to not impede proper breathing, yet concealing most of my collar bones.

Being ready I then left the room and was back in the lobby, things were amiss even though shit had barely hit the fan; that's what happens when ordinary people lose the things they take for granted. They're unarmed, unskilled and unprepared mentally/physically to deal with any form of crisis. In the fury, one man noticed my uncommon attire; he must have thought I was here to help, being part of some special force or something since he called for me, «H-hey! Please, what's going on?!» When I merely offered him a quick glance while still advancing towards the entrance, he grabbed my arm, «You've GOT to let us know!», his hysteric voice attracting more attention to us, that which I did not want. I swiftly removed my limb from his grasp and kept advancing, ignoring his continued plea behind me.

When I stepped out I saw further chaos, wrecked cars, broken windows, people running and screaming manifesting their fear in the most peculiar of fashions. One example is pushing someone else into the hands of those things in order to escape, only to be attacked anyway on the next corner by lack of proper survival skills, and intense fear which tends to shut people's main motor off…. and without the brain, without logical practical thinking; it was even worse than being aware but powerless since that was still better than having lost it to panic.

There was no vehicle waiting for me in the parking lot since I had came here by train, no doubt the Ecliptic Express had some problem of its own, or would have soon. Anyway, I wasn't leaving this city just yet; once and if I leave then I'd improvise. Cars weren't the only engines I know how to operate. For now though, where to? I was running down a street when I suddenly got face to face with one of them. It came out of an alleyway right at me, arms and hands stretched forward; however I wasn't as easy a prey as them civilians. Reflexes kicked into action right away, I grabbed the man using his own weight against him, dropped his ass on the sidewalk and took hold of my knife. There was no need to kill an 'innocent'; even presently as everything was going to shit, so I made sure it wasn't anyone who was just out of their minds due to fright.

One look at my attacker sufficed and I rammed my knife down through the throat before twisting, nobody could survive that. Not waiting for the man to lose all its blood I resumed my aimless wandering, until I heard loud gurgling behind me. I turned around and froze, my brows narrowed and my mouth departed slightly. He was standing up, blood poured out sideways from the gash in his throat which seemed not to be challenging at all for him. Like that, he couldn't be able to breathe as air wouldn't reach his lungs, not talking about all the blood clogging his esophagus or yet the pain he must be feeling.

Or does he…. Seeing the man turn around my way before leveling his arms towards me yet again, with a vacant visage and white cataract eyes; then it was relatively obvious he wasn't suffering. Well, at least not from pain. As for what really made the victim like this, allowing him to seem unstoppable was unknown. Well a need for data made me also near him to plunge my knife inside his eye, twisted upward to attain the brain then pushed further on the hilt with my right palm. I've done this with force, the avid hands touched my shoulders but then that was it; the decaying man let out another noise before falling backward, really dead this time.

Like I said, nothing survives without the brain. Still in such crazy streets it was not the time to think about this further, I needed to locate a secure spot and then watch as things unfolds. That's when I recognized someone in the crowd; I have a good memory for faces, helps in investigations, but this was neither a target nor an acquaintance. The clothes now smeared with blood and torn in many places, the hair color and haircut the same though also messy; no doubt it was that early victim I had seen being attacked while enjoying my meal. I had witnessed him being devoured to death, and he was definitely dead laid on the asphalt with his entrails out; but not anymore it seemed as he paced towards me, his intestines still dangling from his torn stomach…. How in the fuck….? Oh yes, something absolutely fucked up was going on here, and I needed to run before I became one of them.

Of course people pleaded for help and such, others were barricading doors and windows with everything they could find, and police officers had some routes barred. Despite it all, they were the ones I felt empathy for the most rather than the panicked civvies; unlike me the Raccoon Police Department was obliged to land a hand, do everything in their power to improve this seemingly un-improvable fiasco. I could just run passed by and do just about anything I wanted; but they were stuck to laws plus protocols due to their uniform and badge. Sucks to be them, but it's not really my problem.

Something in the back of my mind frowned at my icy attitude, but I shoved it right back from where it had come from and kept running. Despite my type of character, that sort of debate is more common than I'd like to reveal. I'm not the perfect unemotional killing machine that I might look to be when some people 'got to know me'; I'm not entirely made of stone, not as cold as psychopaths/sociopaths can be. I'll never be like them and don't wish to. Yes I can be too stoic/brusque/focused/silent, etc. than most people can bear, but yet again I'm not a piece of shit at heart. Sometimes my conscience is in harmony with my being, other times it isn't. When I do feel, and when I don't force the switch off whenever I do come to feel; then that conscience nags at me for actions I know to be somewhat "wrong", despite the fact that I don't adhere to such an easy- and-flawed concept of "good and bad".

I live and take actions in the shades of gray, with every goddamn life-questioning and torments it brings.

X++++++++++X

One hour later; it had really taken not long to decimate most of this city, what's left of them are now roaming in the streets, buildings are still getting infested with crowds of monsters gaining expansions. A few citizens met their death by trying to save a relative, a friend; a familiar face among the crowd of death. Some went nuts and just ran willingly into their grip. Screams can still be heard here and there but less frequent, now I can also hear canines attacking the remaining few who couldn't find refuge. I'm hiding in a derelict building, on the rooftop; no use being down there and waste precious stamina, hence I had waited for the chaos to become less dangerous.

Listening to the melodious air of the dead parade floating in the air; to me, it is soothing...

Out of curiosity, I had tried a phone line on the way here but there wasn't even a dial tone, nothing; as if some authorities had cut off all communication lines. The remaining cops alive have had to abandon and retired in the police station, the rest now roamed the streets with the civvies. I watched them behave, took mental notes; walking that slow unsteady march, moaning, falling down stairs or stopped by walls, reacting to sounds…. Just like in the movies; slow and dumb but still deadly, especially in packs. Although I had seen a dog wandering around and it had retained its agility, no doubt it was also still capable to sniff out potential preys way better than humans. Now as for what turns them into whatever they are, I have no idea what it is and what it actually does. Seeing it affects humans and animals alike, then am I to expect violent birds as well, insects? And how does it spread, is it something airborne, or do you become infected only once bitten? If airborne then I would also be contaminated, and considering the resurrected man I've seen earlier then I'd go with transmitted by saliva, whatever it is.

One of them creatures bumped into a streetlamp and fell backward, I heard the 'thud' of his cranium as it hit the concrete; some seconds and a mild groan later, it managed to get back on its feet and kept its aimless wandering. Are they still aware but stuck inside their uncontrollable bodies? Or are they brain-dead….? Well they apparently seek to dig their teeth in any living things they can find…. what a shitty way to go. The sound of gunshots nearby pricked my ears up; looking to my right I saw the rear of the police station. Seems like they're still fighting for their lives over there.

But that was not what kept my attention, seconds later an explosion was heard followed by a big ball of fire visible over the shop districts. Whatever was happening there, that's where some of the action was; and judging by the position of things in my mind-map, whoever was there/was the cause of this or survived it would likely seek refuge in the Raccoon Police Department.

To the police station it is then, time to get some.