Resident Evil: Code Valkyrie
Disclaimer: I don't own Resident Evil, then again, who does other than Capcom? I've changed it up to match up to Airfoce2009's request to sync up the timeline with Resident Evil 2
It was just another usual day in the small town of Carson, it could be big enough to be considered a city…But it was always called a town. Patrick was a thirty-four year old athletic police officer, patrolling the "bad" neighborhoods. He had scanned the area, broken gates to run down houses…the place was a wreck, not to mention it smelt horrible too. The scent of the place was full of liquor, weed, and other nasty smells that just shouldn't be there. The mayor of the city was starting to do something about it, bring it up to Carson City's standards or something along those lines. But Patrick didn't really care, in fact he wasn't into politics all that much. He stopped at the corner of a street where he saw a few kids tagging the words "The Children of Liberty" on a wall. Stepping out of his car with his baton in hand, he started walking to the three kids after having called for back-up. It was on the corner of Wilson and Avalon, and Patrick had called out to the three kids who had their jackets' hoods up.
Patrick: Hey! You know that's against the law right?
The kids froze and looked back, seeing Patrick and two more cop cars with a female police officer and another male and female from the other. Three on four, looking to each other they made a break for it. They had three different jackets, gray, black, and dark red. The one in white had climbed the wall they were tagging and was running across houses, while the one in black hopped down to the street on the side and onto the side walk, hauling ass down the way. The final one had waited for a moment, a step forward and the kid was jumping over fences to the left, they had split up in three different directions. Patrick called out to the officers.
Patrick: Split up!
Male Officer: Got it!
Female Officers: Right!
The two females were climbing the wall instantly, and the other male was chasing the black jacket kid down the way. Patrick had dibs on the red colored kid, and boy was he catching up. Within a few minutes, the females reported in with having caught the white jacket kid and had him under arrest. They were taking him back to the car and would wait for the other two. Patrick was cutting corners, and ran through houses just to catch up to the kid. After about ten minutes the kid was still running and the boy in black had been chased down, and in next to the other guy. But the dark red jacket wasn't showing signs of giving up, that is, until he slipped on a puddle going into an alley. Patrick tackled the kid and started handcuffing him, taking off his hood and revealing the flame red hair and pissed off face of the young teen. Only seventeen, the boy was, and he was pissed. Patrick had taken him and thrown him into the cop car, not literally of course, and soon they were all down at the station getting their fingerprints and information done. But when asked about parents, they all answered the same.
Red: Don't have any.
Gray: None.
Black: What're you kiddin' me? Don't have any.
They were all orphans; it's almost understandable why they did it now. Patrick was writing the information down and the kids were in the cell within an hour or two. The gray jacket male known as Lucius, or Gray as the others called him, had been abandoned by his parents at the age of seven and grew up with "Red" and "Black". The black jacket, Francis "Black", was basically the same, except at the age of eight his parents abandoned him as well. Followed by Marcus "Red", who had never met, or even had parents, he grew up by teens basically as far as he could remember. Patrick leaned back and sighed, having reclined in his rolling chair, as he never enjoyed arresting teens. He was in his office, a small—somewhat cozy—office with a computer, coffee maker, and a desk. There was a picture of he and his wife next to his computer; and next to that was him, his wife, and his two daughters Sophia and Erica. They had been born two years ago, the most beautiful girls he could've ever asked for.
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White Umbrella Pharmaceutical Laboratory
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Current Date and Time: September 29th, 1998
6:35 P.M.
Doctor Roan's Laboratory
Journal Log #27
New Advancements in the Valkyrie Production.
The Valkyrie project has been coming along just fine, it and its younger sibling the T-Virus has shown to develop and revive the deceased animals. However they show violent symptoms, gnawing heavily on their cages, act violent and try to attack each other when the cages are next to each other. It's only a matter of time before this becomes put to our use, and becomes the most extraordinary scientific discovery since electricity.
A scientist, whom had been wearing a long white lab coat with brown slacks underneath, along with a black t-shirt underneath had been typing away at his computer and writing emails to the staff members as well.
Email
From: Dr. Roan
To: Dr. Jenkins
Subject: Transportation
Jenkins, I don't need to explain to you on how delicate the Valkyrie virus is when you transport it to the surface. Do not let anyone have it, at any cost what-so-ever, or get hold of it. If they do, it's my ass and I will not go down alone.
`1 new message
Email
From: Dr. Rose
To: Dr. Roan
Subject: RE: Dinner sometime?
It took you long enough; you know how long I've been waiting? Let's go to dinner this Friday, okay?
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Dr. Rose, perhaps I could take you out for some dinner sometime? I know a fine restaurant that I'm sure you'd enjoy. Email me back.
Excellent, Dr. Roan had just scored himself a date with the smartest and cutest doctor that was down in the godforsaken labs. Security was so tight that getting out took about an hour just to leave, making it extremely complicated. Especially if they screw up somewhere then it's all gotta start all over again. Roan was tapping away at his computer now, making log files and sending back-ups to his office in the Cryogen building. His office's door securely locked, following a distant scream as he turned in his chair to look. Roan stood and walked to his door, no one had authority to securely lock the door except the computer system and him. Attempting to open the door, Roan felt it unable to budge, and his eyes turned to the computer screen next to it. It was a voice identification lock that letters and numbers started to appear on screen.
Security Lockdown Level 4
Evacuate All White Umbrella Personnel.
Reason: T-Virus Contamination
Roan paused, and attempted to override the voice lock.
Roan: Voice Recognition, Doctor Roan, Clearance Code: Seven-Seven-Seven-Seven
Everyone's clearance code was their birthday, and he was called lucky number seven because of his birthday. July 7th, 1977. Who responded next was the computer artificial intelligence, perhaps the one thing he didn't want to hear.
A.I: I'm sorry Doctor Roan, you are instructed to use the emergency exit stairs behind your bookcase and ascend to the emergency exit elevator.
Roan: Melanie what's going on?
They had named the computer AI Melanie instead of referring to it as a computer code, number, and identification number
Melanie: The T-Virus has been contaminated in the laboratory and is quickly spreading throughout it. You have twenty seconds to exit before a sterilizing gas is released into the laboratory.
A countdown appeared on the screen and Roan cursed, moving to the bookcase and pulling it down. He climbed over the mountain of books and ran forward, starting to ascend the stairs and meeting up with the other doctors that were assigned to help create the T-Virus. Rose being one of them, another one of the doctors looked pale as hell but probably because of what he'd seen the virus do. It couldn't have been an infection from the virus otherwise the emergency door would've been sealed off before he could exit. Roan had entered the emergency elevator and slowly, they ascended to the surface and eventually came out of the elevator where everything was fine. The virus was contained, nothing should go wrong…But almost everything went wrong with his luck. He exited the elevator and went straight up to his office, backing up everything to his home's office. He needed to ensure that he could create an anti-virus, and to do that he needed everything. He was walking out of his office and down the stairs on his way to the lobby where he heard faint groaning followed by a scream and Roan ran down the rest of the stairs. He saw that people were being bitten by the doctor who had looked extremely pale, and was fighting to get the rest of them out of there. He didn't have a choice but to leave them now, making a break for the front door and heading straight for the police station to warn them all.
September 29th
8:20 P.M.
Patrick had been at the front desk listening and talking to people who were asking about the visiting hours and whatnot. Suddenly the doors burst open and some guy in a scientist outfit was shouting something when Patrick literally jumped over the desk and ran to the man who burst through the door, because he tripped and landed on his face and such. Turning the guy over he saw that there was a massive bite in his neck, and a nametag on the coat but it was smeared in blood. The nametag read: Dr. Roan.
Patrick: What happened?
The man had blood sliding from his mouth and was muttering something, but the blood was pouring out of his neck made it seem hard to understand. Suddenly his hand came to Patrick's face and he said.
Roan: …Run…Zombies…In city…Get out now…Before sterilization…Don't get bitten…
And suddenly the man had taken out Patrick's handgun and blew his own head off before Patrick could stop him. The blood splattered onto the ground and women screamed and people panicked, as Patrick looked up and saw people starting to pour in. He stood up and took his gun from the deceased scientist's hands and aimed.
Patrick: Freeze!
There was no response, he was slowly backing away as they were approaching and he looked back at the civilians.
Patrick: Get over the desk and behind it! Run to the back of the station!
The civilians did as told and made a run for it; Patrick aimed and started firing at the people who were piling in. He was aiming at their hearts, aiming precise and quick before realizing it wasn't doing anything. He stepped back and shook his head in disbelief as he hopped over the desk and started running as the other officers were coming and firing at them as well.
Patrick: This is impossible…they should've died!
Patrick had run to the back room where the shotguns were kept and took the last one out before running back to the front. He aimed and was unloading shells into their chests and partial headshots. He managed to get a few off before realizing it was no good and telling the other officers to retreat. Patrick had run back and around to the cell blocks where he heard the people asking what was going on and whatnot.
Francis: What the fuck is going on up there?
Lucius: What's with all the gunfire?
Marcus: Let us help!
Patrick: It's nothing! Stay at the back of the cell!
Patrick had moved to the back door that was near the cell block and ensured it was secure, hauling ass back to the front where he heard his fellow officers screaming.
Officer: Get it off me!
Officer: Damn thing bit me!
Officer: Where the hell's Sanchez going!?
Patrick had turned the corner and saw his fellow officer Sanchez stumbling in his walk slightly, same as the people who had been piling in. They were…for a lack of a better term, zombies.
Patrick: Sanchez what the hell are you doing!?
Sanchez lunged at him and bit into his neck, Patrick let out a blood curdling scream and pushed him back. He took his handgun and fired the last bullet in the clip into Sanchez's forehead, watching the blood splatter and Patrick held his neck cursing slightly. He backed up and moved to the cell block, unlocking the cells and shouting at the captives.
Patrick: Make a run for the back door! Haul ass and get as far away as possible. Tell everyone to get out of town!
People were hauling ass as Patrick didn't notice that Marcus, Lucius, and Francis weren't running but watching. Patrick had been jumped as soon as he turned the corner; he was ganged up on by several zombies that started tearing him apart.
Francis: Oh fuck.
Lucius: Let's get out of here!
Marcus: Right behind you!
Francis had left first, Lucius behind him, Marcus stopped and looked down at the handgun that was near Patrick. He hauled ass over to it and took it, ejecting the clip with some struggling and saw no bullets. He dropped the clip and ran out the door, making his way back after the other two to get to their hangout spot to rally up a plan. The police station was behind them, the screams of the police officers still in their heads. Watching Patrick had put a scar in Marcus' head, but it wasn't a scar that would weaken him, only make him stronger.
A/N: What you thought Patrick was gonna be the star of the show? HELL NAWH! No more cops, only thugs. Lol. Read and Review, share to your friends. Enjoy!
