A/N My first non-Final Fantasy Story. This takes place during the Raccoon City Outbreak, and will be told in the form of Resident Evil: Outbreak. The stories will focus on Survivors and there attempts to escape and survive, however, I may have Cameos from Characters from the series. Anyway, hope you enjoy.
Resident Evil
The Raccoon City Chronicles
Justin
Chapter 1
Raccoon City was dark that night, the rain steadily coming down over the entire city scape. Out back of a bar somewhere near the edge of the city, Justin stumbled out of the rear door. His breath smelling of alcohol and his brown hair matted and dirty, he stumbled in the direction of the road. Unbeknownst to him, earlier that night, the bartender had made a call. He had seen Justin many night before, each night he left the bar the same way. Counting on this, the bartender saw a way to make some quick and easy money. He had made a phone call to the man that had visited him many weeks earlier.
The man had told him, quiet straight forwardly, that he needed people for "something" and that he would pay handsomely for each the bartender could "acquire" for them. The bartender had shaken this off, but when his wife left him, taking his house and children, he found himself closer and closer to the poor house. Seeing no other way to survive another single day with his dignity, the bartender reluctantly made the call.
Now, on this dark, rainy night, Justin reached the street just as the black van slid to a halt, the rain keep it's tires from making a sound. Before the intoxicated man had a chance to react, the door slid open and hands shot from the darkness inside the van and grabbed him. Justin struggled inside the van as it sped off, fighting with all his strength.
Despite his best efforts, Justin was only an average man, and the men around him easily overpowered him. Held down with there weight, Justin felt the first needle pierce his skin, and began to struggle even harder. Still, they held him down. One needle after another pierced him, injecting him with god knows what. They continued to drive for what felt like hours before finally stopping. The sliding door was thrown open, and Justin was thrown out onto the ground.
Now too weak to move, Justin could do nothing more than lay there as his chapters climbed out of the van. A voice from behind him drew his attention to the structure behind him.
"Get him off the ground, get him off the ground." The man in the white coat said. "I wouldn't want the specimen to be injured or made ill before we had the chance to inject the virus."
"Yes, Mr. Birkin. We have done exactly as you told us to. Now, just give us the money, and I will gladly have my men turn him over to you." The masked man, presumably the leader of the kidnappers, said.
"Yes, right this way gentlemen." Birkin said, leading the way into the mansion. Justin felt himself lifted off the ground and carried inside. Once inside the building, Birkin spoke again.
"Have your men wait here, and I'll send my colleague to take care of their payment. If you will accompany me to the labs with the specimen,"
"If I didn't know you better Birkin, I'd be suspicious." The man said, before turning his attention to his partners. "You heard the man, if you want paid, get inside that room."
Justin was unsurprised when all the men departed for the room.
Birkin then reached in his pocket, and pulled out a large wad of cash. He handed it to the other man. As he counted the money, gun shots rang out in the adjacent room, followed by yells of panic and crys of pain.
"I never get used to that part." The kidnapper said, continuing to count his money. "Make me nervous that one day I'll be joining the poor suckers."
"Now why would you be worried about that?" Birkin asked. "You're much more valuable to us then they are."
"Yeah, I'm a pretty good kidnapper I guess." the man said as the door to the other room opened and a blond man walked out. Justin couldn't help but feel as if he recognized the man.
"I was speaking of your combat skills." Birkin said as the blond man raised his weapon and pulled the trigger. The sleeping dart hit the kidnapper in the neck. The kidnapper grabbed the dart and yanked it out, but the drug inside had already entered his system. He wobbled, struggling to stay standing. It wasn't long before the kidnapper was on the floor next to Justin.
"Wow, he's still conscious. I think we may of got a decent specimen this time Albert." Birkin said. "I look forward to seeing how our friend fares against him after the experiments. Put him out for me, will you?"
Justin watched as the blond, Albert, moved to stand next to him, and aimed his gun at him.
"Wesker!" Justin exclaimed, recognizing him from his photo in the paper. He had started a special forces for the Raccoon City Police Department. Then, everything went black for him. It stayed black too, at least for Justin it did. Eventually, the body woke up in a cell. In the corner, the kidnapper had his back against the wall. He stared at Justin in fear as he climbed off the bed. His eyes locked onto the kidnapper, Justin moved towards him. Within a few feet of him now, he raised his massive claw and thrust it forward. The claw went straight through the man, and into the wall. The man yelled in pain, and then collapsed as the life slowly drained out of him.
"Over here." The voice said, filling the room.
Justin turned his head towards the window in the room, and looked at William Birkin, who was outside of it.
"That's good, that's good, now walk up to the window." Birkin Ordered.
Justin did as he was told.
"Good, the experiment was a success." Birkin said, talking to his assistant. "Prepare to have him shipped to the underground research facility in Raccoon City for storage."
