Resident Evil: Quarantined
Chapter 1 of my updated Resident Evil story, enjoy.
Disclaimer: Resident Evil belongs to Capcom.
Chapter 1: Infiltration
Late 2002
The Umbrella Corporation's T-Virus was accidentally unleashed and eventually infected the entire city, the chairman of Umbrella, Albert Wesker, ordered the destruction of the city before fleeing the city.
There were however other survivors, Brian Donovan, an ex U.B.C.S. agent who betrayed Umbrella. Angela Mason, a young schoolgirl who was the daughter of one of Umbrella's head scientist and finally Kyle Harvey who had been involved in the outbreak of the virus in his high school as well as the outbreak within the whole city. These three escaped and went into hiding.
14th of July 2003
Angela Mason had been kidnapped by Umbrella and is currently being held at the Umbrella Corporations San Diego facility under supervision of an Umbrella Scientist named Jason Monroe, who has just taken position of Head Scientist, she was to be used as a test subject. Unwilling to break the promise he made after the Raccoon City incident, which was to protect Angela following the death of her father, who had been turned into a B.O.W., Kyle made up his mind and prepared to infiltrate the facility in an attempt to rescue Angela; the girl who he swore to protect, he was determined not to fail.
It is early morning, a truck is driving along the road, on its side is the Umbrella logo, they are to make a delivery and are expected to make it by 09:00 hours. The driver is older and wants to get the job done, his younger partner is however fidgeting in his seat, finally the driver sighs.
"Look, can you not just hold?" He asked exasperated.
The young man shook his head desperately.
"Look, I know we've got a deadline" He clarified, "But I promise I won't be long".
"Fine" The driver replied, more irritated than before.
The driver pulled over and stopped his vehicle, his partner leapt out and hurried over to the bushes on the side of the road, he disappeared from view. The driver sat and impatiently drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, he shook his head.
'This is what I get for taking a new guy with me, first day on the job, no wonder he's so unprofessional', the driver thought to himself, his irritation almost at breaking point, 'he's right about one thing, we've got a damn deadline and now we might not make it'
He shook his head, the last thing he wanted to do was be late, he knew Dr. Monroe was notoriously short tempered an if anything didn't work out right he got angry, sometimes even lashing out, the driver cringed as he remembered some of the stories he had been told. Usually it was the test subjects who suffered; if they tried to struggle against the experiments he would torture them. Usually this broke them as Dr. Monroe was very sadistic and his tortures were brutal, shaking himself the driver tried to focus and not think about these 'ghost stories'.
Just then he saw his partner return, he was fixing both his belt and cap, the driver was surprised.
'Okay, he was right, that didn't take long', the driver thought, surprised and cheering up, 'we might make it after all'.
His partner got into the truck and resumed his seat and buckled the seatbelt.
"You ready?" The driver asked happily.
"You bet," was the response.
The driver froze, the voice was different, the man sitting next to him was not the man who had gone into the bushes although he was wearing the same clothes, the man sitting in the seat next to him was now pointing a gun at him, the driver swallowed and spoke.
"W-who are you?" He asked nervously.
The young man shook his head, his eyes still hidden by the cap
"None of your business, now listen and listen good." He demanded, "I know where you are going, you're gonna take me there and get me inside the facility, just to the parking lot will do." He paused and then, as an afterthought, added, "If you give even a hint that something is wrong I will shoot you, understand".
The driver swallowed nervously.
"W-what happened to my partner?" He asked, worried.
The young man smirked at this.
"He's a new guy for a reason, he's actually someone I was able to bribe, he wanted you to stop here so that he could get out, meet me and give me the uniform," The young man explained, "I was waiting with spare clothes and money for him, now we've swapped places and he's probably long gone now."
The young man's face then took on a serious expression, "Now drive, get us to the facility, don't you have a deadline".
Sighing at the young man's ironic statement and realising he had no choice otherwise he would die so he drove towards the facility, continuing his route, although to anybody looking at them it would look like a normal delivery the young man sat with his gun out of sight and trained on the driver.
As they drove the driver knew it was hopeless, he couldn't believe that he had been tricked so easily but now he had to put up with it, he was now concerned with what would happen to him even if he did do as he had been told, surely this young man didn't intend to let him live after all of this. They soon arrived at the facility and stopped at the barrier, the man in the small office next to it asked for their papers, the driver handed them over and after they were checked they were allowed in, the barrier opened and the driver drove the truck into the parking lot and parked near the main doors, just out of sight of the doors and out of sight of the man in the small office at the barrier. There was a short pause before suddenly the young man slammed the butt of his gun into the back of the driver's head and knocked him out; he then left the truck thinking to himself.
'He should be glad I didn't kill him,' the young man thought coldly, 'I've got enough death on my conscience'.
The young man then removed the overalls and cap he was wearing, fully revealing his identity. It was Kyle Harvey, now seventeen, he was now slightly taller than he had been in Raccoon City, he still weighed sixty-three kilos, his reddish-brown hair was even longer, now reaching halfway down his neck, it was also messy, a light stubble also covered his lower face, his hazel eyes were full of purpose, he knew what he was here to do, he was currently dressed in a pair of black jeans, a black T-shirt, black socks and boots and black fingerless gloves. He reached into the large toolbox that belonged to his 'friend' it contained his equipment, various guns and plenty of ammunition, he quickly strapped all his guns to their position along with the ammo belts and readied himself. He moved stealthily up to the front doors and glanced in, there was only one person there working behind the desk, Kyle pulled out one of his guns and entered, the man looked up and before he could react Kyle fired and the man fell back with a tranquilizer dart in his neck. Grimly holstering his tranquilizer gun he hurried over to the elevator and thought about the meagre information he had gathered, he knew where the head scientist, Dr. Monroe's office was located and he was ready, he entered the elevator and hit the button for the 45th floor, the highest the elevator went despite the building being 60 floors high, the doors closed and the elevator began to rise up to the 45th floor, Kyle then thought to himself.
'Just hold on Angela, I swore I would protect you, I mean to keep that promise,' Kyle thought with determination, 'I'll save you, no matter what'.
Ready Kyle drew his tranquilizer gun again in case he needed it; he had no intention of killing if he could avoid it.
End of chapter, what do you think. Hope you enjoyed this chapter, read and review please.
