Resident Evil: Welcome to Dead City

Prologue: In Chains

Jack Brody awoke as the prison van came to an abrupt stop, he shifted his weight onto his left side and let the momentum of the hollow vehicle bring him upright. The horn honked once and the doors in the back swung open, two Raccoon City Police Officers were waiting for him. Jack read the first one's name as Brannagh which was stitched into his uniform.

"Come on Brody, nice and easy." He said to the young man.

Jack complied and held his shackled hands out in front of him as if to show he was no threat. The younger officer grasped Jack's collar and helped him down. They walked him through the car park and through a pair of double doors, Jack watched from the heavy security door as the big blue inner city police van pulled away. The officers led him down several corridors past a morgue and an armory up some stairs. Jack was sincerely amazed they had the layout memorized.

Finally they pulled him into the booking office and a shorter young receptionist looked up to see them. "Another one Marvin?"

"Yeah we're on our way to a cell, got one open in the West Wing? He's being held temporarily before transfer, don't need anything too fancy." Officer Brannagh said.

The young woman typed away at her computer, it took a couple minutes before she stopped.

"Oh, looks like we have an open house in West Wing, Captain is expecting you."

"Thanks Mary,"

The officers led Jack through the double doors out of reception and into the main hall. Jack looked all around the room, it was massive. The elegant décor, fancy marble floors, and dark colored accent wood seemed out of place for the small mid-western urban city he had rolled through coming in.

"Charming," Jack said to himself.

"Keep moving, this isn't your free time." The younger officer prodded him along. They clearly weren't in the mood.

As they crossed the main hall Jack looked up at the white statue standing over them and behind the main reception area. It was of a young woman holding a vase, it was beautiful, once again a bit over the top for a police station but whatever. Jack peered up at reception as the officers led him away, he could just make out a pudgy heavier set man with dark hair speaking to the receptionist. Whoever he was he was making quite the scene yelling and pointing at the emergency ladder to their right at the back of the main hall.

As they ascended the stairs just before the main entrance a young thing red haired woman passed by the trio. Jack couldn't help but look back at her, she wore a light blue tube top and a black skirt. She also had a customized handgun holstered on her hip, she looked back at him and shot him a questionable look. He winked at her and she rolled her eyes back at him.

Jack couldn't help but smile as he turned back to his escorts.

"Don't bother kid, she's a bit of a hardass around here." Officer Brannagh said.

"Yeah Miss Valentine can have a bit of a 'tude sometimes but she's got a fine ass."

Officer Brannagh sighed, "Almost there."

They passed a few soda machines and passed through a couple more corridors before they reached their destination. A small room with three cells, they didn't look like much just as the receptionist said. Jack couldn't help but scowl a little.

"Look kid, you're only here a couple days, just chill and they'll be transporting you soon." Brannagh told him.

An older officer with balding hair rose from his desk near the entrance.

"What's he in for?"

"Nothing major Charlie, DWI, he will be in and out soon, the precinct in Eddington were out of space, he's just here until his trial." Brannagh informed him.

"Agh, you never have anything good for me Marvin!" Charlie protested as the pair turned for the door.

"Yeah the file's a little boring, hang in there Charlie, heard the end of your shift is soon."

Jack leaned back onto his cot and closed his eyes, doing his best to drown out the background banter. The cell wasn't great, but it was better than cuffs. As his eyes closed he felt the rush of outside air and then he was asleep.

He awoke in the dark, to the smell of something rotten…something wasn't right.