THE SEALY FILES;
RESIDENT EVIL 2
By: Nathan "The Banshee" Turnbull and Juan "The Puerto Rican Hustler" Alcaraz

Disclaimer: Capcom owns Claire, Sherry, the G-virus, Raccoon City, and the monsters created by the G-virus. Nathan, Juan, Wade, and Macy are real people. Sealy and Belleville are real towns. Good Time Charlie's is a real pizza place (they make the BEST pizza and subs, so go there some time : ) Since this is a fanfic story, we cannot receive any money for writing this, so don't send it. However, we can receive money because we are likeable guys, so... Also, there is mild violence in this story, because it does have a Resident Evil type storyline, so... And remember, this is a complete work of fiction. If you are such a moron as to think something like this could ever happen, do not read this story. It is not for morons such as yourself. Please leave this particular web page, as everything on it is fiction. And please, send your constructive criticism to banshee46@penpen.com or just leave your feedback here.

Okay...on with the story now...

"What's this next town called, Claire?" asked Sherry. It had been about a year since the incident in Raccoon City. Afterwards, Claire went to court and managed to adopt Sherry. Claire was still in search of her brother, but by now she was starting to realize that there wasn't much hope.

"It's called Belleville. After we stop to refuel, and grab some munchies, we'll go up through Columbus, and out of this scorching place called Texas."

"But I'm tired. Do you think we can stay here tonight?"

"Well, we'll see."

"Look," said Sherry, "there's a hotel right next to that gas station!"

"Only redneck towns seem to be smart enough to put those two side by side." Claire turned into the parking lot of the gas station. She stopped by the gas pumps, and got off her motorcycle.

"Sherry, fill it with premium. I'll go pay. Want anything?"

"No, thank you," said Sherry, as she pulled out the pump.

Suddenly, she heard a loud rumbling sound. She looked towards where the sound was coming from. She saw a dark skinned man on a Harley riding towards the gas station. He had black heir, which was slicked back, except for the bangs, which were left hanging down. He had a blue jean jacket on, with the right sleeve rolled up past the elbow. He had a beige hat looped through his belt loop on the right side. He was also wearing a black shirt and baggy blue jeans. He had a rapier sword in its sheath tied to his hip, and a long barrel, 12-gauge shotgun strapped to his back. He rode into the parking lot as though he was suicidally insane. He almost drove into Sherry, but he swerved at the last second. He instead headed towards some barrels that were kept in the far corner of the parking lot. He jumped off of his bike, and let it run into the barrels. He ran into the store, shouting in an Irish accent about zombies, gremlins, and red things with really long tongues. The clerk just thought he was drunk, (not a bad assumption, considering that this is in Austin county).

"Wait," said Claire, "did you say 'zombies'?"

"Aye, lass, in Sealy. I was at Good Time Charlie's with me friend an' girlfriend, when a gremlin thing crashed inta the ceiling. It dropped on Juan an' Macy. I barely got out alive."

"When did all this stuff start to happen?"

"About two weeks ago, a helicopter crashed. Then people started to turn up dead, eaten, an' mutilated. I dun't know what's happening. Do ye know where we can get some help?"

"Man, it's not even worth it. What we need to do is to get there, find any survivors, and get out ASAP. Then, we need to call some people to quarantine the town. By the way, what's your name?"

"Nathan Turnbull. Yer's?"

"Claire Redfeild. The girl outside is my daughter, Sherry."

"She's nea coming with us, is she?"

"Yeah. You'll find she's very resourceful."

"Fine, let's just get our bums in gear and get out of here."

Nathan ran out of the store. Claire quickly paid, and followed him. She ran to where Sherry was, and quickly explained what was going on.

Nathan ran over to the barrels, which were on top of his bike. He moved the barrels, and got his bike. He got on, and drove towards Sealy, with Claire and Sherry following him.

* * *

As they drove into town, they passed cars crushed, on fire, and turned on their sides in the middle of the road. Buildings had walls knocked down, and electric lines had followed suit.

"I'VE ONLY BEEN GONE FER AN HOUR!!! How did it get THIS bad?" exclaimed Nathan.

"Don't be surprised," said Claire, "it doesn't take long. But hey, do you hear something?"

"Do ye mean the fire cracklin'? Or maybe the ominous moaning sound? Or, maybe the sound of that there zombie cop eating its partner."

The zombie, which had previously been behind a burning car, contentedly munching on its former partner, turned towards Nathan, got up, and started advancing on him. Nathan slung out his shotgun.

"Die, ye reject from night o' the living dead!!!"

He pulled the trigger. Zombie guts splashed all over him.

"EEEEEWWWWWW!!!" exclaimed Sherry.

"How do ye think I feel, lass?" said Nathan. "Ooh,look," he continued, pulling something off of his shoulder, " I think it's part o' the large intestines."

All of a sudden, they heard gunshots, and someone screaming "stay away, you !!!!"

"It's comin' from the gun shop!" yelled Nathan. He ran towards it.

"Hey, Juan, is that ye?" said Nathan, running in. His response was a shot near his head.

"Juan, quit shootin'! It's me!"

Just to be sure, Juan shot again in Nathan's vacinity.

"Juan, ye moron, zombies cannea talk!"

"Well, get your Irish ass in here and help me out!!!" yelled Juan.

Nathan drew his sword, and started using head slashes.

"You're going too slow," yelled Juan. Juan grabbed Nathan's left arm, and whipped him towards the zombies. Nathan held his sword out and spun toward a group of zombies and slashed through all of them. More zombies just piled in to replace them.

Claire ran in with a magnum, followed by Sherry with a 9 mm. They started shooting zombies, blowing their heads off. Unfortunately, it seemed that for every one zombie they killed, two more replaced them.

"That's it!" yelled Nathan, "I'll fix this!"

Nathan slung out his shotgun, and leaned against the wall.

"What are you doing?" yelled Juan.

Nathan didn't answer. Instead, he just started fiddling with something on the barrel of his shotgun.

"Nathan," yelled Claire, "do something."

Nathan took half the barrel off his shotgun. He tossed it towards the largest group of zombies. They turned towards him; Nathan yelled at the zombies, "What would ye rather have some Puerto Rican meat or Irish. At least ye know Irish meat ain't part Chihuahua."

The zombies started to move towards him, Nathan whispered to himself; wait for it, wait for it; when the zombies were about 5ft. from him, Nathan yelled, "Now!" and shot 3 times in succession. The wide blast radius at such a close range blasted through and killed all 20 zombies that were there.

"Are ye happy now," yelled Nathan, "I did somethin'. Now Juan, what happened? How the HELL are ye still alive?"

"Well, if you remember, before the ceiling fell, we were all waiting here for my pizza. You must have THOUGHT that we died." "I did," Nathan informed him. "Well, sorry to inform you, we didn't. we managed to dodge to the other side, and since it blocked us off so well, you obviously couldn't see us. When we managed to steady our nerves, the gremlin thing that had made the roof crash tried to jump us. Macy managed to grab a pool stick and shove it thru the things head. Her next thought was that guns would make it easier. We ran to the gun shop, and while Macy was distracted, a long tounge thingy crashed thru a weak part of the wall. A piece of it hit Macy, and she dropped unconcious. A bunch of zombies followed, so I grabbed a gun and started shootin'. That's when you got here."

Macy was 6' 3". She had shoulder length brown hair. She was dressed in a tae kwon do uniform.

"Why's she dressed like that?" asked Claire.

"She was going ta her dojo when all o' this started ta happen. What is all o' this? Ye've said ye've dealt with it."

"It's the G-virus. A company called Umbrella made it. It started out as a biowarfare agent experiment. It turned into an experiment terribly wrong."

"I knew we couldn't go too far with out a cliché," said Juan.

" Anything it infects becomes stronger," resumed Claire, "Unfortunately, it slows brain activity, and deteriorates skin and muscle tissue. It turns those infected into, well, the living dead. It also makes other types of creatures. The lickers, those red things, for instance, and the gremlin things, those are called Hunters. That helicopter that crashed must have been carrying the G-virus. But, what I can't figure out is, why?"

All of sudden, there was an extremely loud explosion from outside. Claire, Juan, Nathan, and Sherry ran outside.

"The bikes blew up!" said Sherry.

"But, why?" said Claire.

They looked around. They saw 3 lickers lying dead, their tongues burnt.

"Must've punctured the gas tanks, or somethin'" said Nathan.

Suddenly, they heard an ominous hissing sound. They turned towards it. There were two lickers stuck on a brick wall. Claire whipped out her magnum, and Nathan whipped out his shotgun.

Nathan said, "Ahh, shutup!" One of the lickers tried to stab Nathan with it's tongue. Nathan dogged, shot the licker and said, "I said shutup!" Even though it didn't attack her, Claire did the same thing to the other licker.

"Great," said Juan, "Now how are we gonna get out of here?"

"Macy!!" shouted Nathan. He ran back into the gun shop.

"No," said Juan, following Nathan, "since she's unconscious, I don't think she's gonna help us much this time."

"Phew," said Nathan, "she's O.K. We need ta wake her up. Juan, go get a bucket o' water, and a glass." Juan ran off. He came back with the items Nathan had requested. Nathan took them, filled the glass with water from the bucket, drank the glass, and dumped the bucket on Macy. She woke up sputtering.

"What happened?" she asked. Juan filled her in.

"Juan, Macy, this is Claire and Sherry in Bellville. They said they had dealt with this kind of thing before, so they came with me."

"But," said Claire, "I still can't figure out why that helicopter was carrying the G-virus."

"Maybe the boss will let you know before you become gunie pigs," said a voice behind them.

They turned around. A man dressed in a swat uniform stood there, holding an M-16. He was a Lieutenant by the ranking patch on his arm.

"But for now we'll just take to where you can't cause any more trouble."

"Oh yeah?" said Nathan, as they all drew their guns, "ye and what army?"

Suddenly, they heard footsteps all around them. The footsteps got louder and louder. All of a sudden, 30 swat uniforms with M-16's surrounded them.

"Good army," said Juan, " good, good army."

The guards took their weapons.

"Be careful with ol' Betsy," said Nathan, "she's been a good shotgun."

"March!" said the Lieutenant.

"Goose step, or band style?" said Juan. The answer he got was an M-16 barrel pointed at his head.

"I'm marchin', I'm marchin'," he said.

They marched up into the police station, which was down the street from the gun shop. They were marched up to a room filled with computers. A rather tall man was sitting near one. They could only see the back of his head, but he still looked mean. He turned around in his chair. "Ah, you're here. Well, I suppose that since your going to die, it doesn't matter if I fill you in on our little secret. I'm Colonel Randy Hill. We're the Federal Independence Union. About two years ago, we had Umbrella by the nose. We got some G-virus samples out of it. We built on it, upgraded it, and called it the B-virus. We figured that the B-virus was the perfect weapon against the U.S., but we needed to test it first. Since the B-virus can be transferred through drinking water, we dumped some into the water supply."

"Ye blimey bastard!" yelled Nathan. He tried to dive towards Colonel Hill, but was stopped cold by a stun gun. Macy, who was a more clear-headed thinker than Nathan, said, "But what about the helicopter, did that have anything to do with this?"

"Ahh, that was unfortunate," said Col. Hill. "My idiot of a sergeant, drank 3 cups of water on a dare by my staff-sergeant," Col. Hill then paused to hit the staff-sergeant upside his head, "and he turned into a zombie while transporting medical supply to our base in Brownsville. If he hadn't been such a moron that wouldn't have happened."

"So, how was your staff-sergeant still alive?" asked Juan.

Col. Hill didn't even pay attention to that question. He was in a passionate rant about the beauty of his virus. He continued to spill information.

"It takes about 3 cups and 3 hours for the B-virus to take total control. We've tested one and two cups on volunteer soldiers, and the results were that the subjects would only be partially enhanced and would partially deteriorate." Sherry gasped, and said, "What would happen, say, if someone only drank one cup? And can it be absorbed through the skin?"

"Since you're involved in this, I might as well tell you." By this time Nathan had managed to regain consciousness, and had heard the question.

"At one glass, the subjects strength will increase by 30%, his speed 15%, his intelligence, if he started out with any, will decrease, at the most, by 4%, his skin will peal as though he had a bad sunburn, and he shows almost no desire to eat organic material. For this to completely take affect takes approximately fourty five minutes to an hour. And in answer to your second question, no it cannot be absorbed through the skin. Now, you 4 guards take these prisoners to the jail cell, ALIVE. I haven't quite decided what I want to do with them yet." As the garuds weilded their guns, and began to lead the prisoners away, Col. Hill got a thoughtful look on his face.

Wait, I wanna ask you one question. How did ya'll not get infected?"

"Well," said Juan, "we have way to much money on our hands, and so, we buy the bottled stuff."

Juan, Nathan, Macy, Sherry, and Claire started going followed by four guards with M-16s. They went down a hallway filled with jail cells. When they were near the end of the hall, Sherry started screaming.

"Let us go! You can't keep us here!"

"Shut up, girl," said the guard. He then backhanded her.

"Touch her again," said Nathan, "and ye shall die."

"Oh, yeah?" said the guard. With an almost evil laugh, he violently shoved Sherry down. Nathan emitted a high pitched wail that could wake the dead. He broke the handcuffs. He did a snap roundhouse kick to the first guard's head, and snapped his neck. As the other gaurds began to fire their guns, Nathan grabbed the dead guard, and used him as a shield. He pulled out the gaurds combat knife, and threw it at another guard. It went in one side of his head, and out the other. The two guards stopped shooting, and stared in amazment and fright. That gave Nathan an opening. He dropped his shield, stuck his arm, and charged the guard. His outstreached arm hit the guard in the neck, and the guard hit the ground hard. His head split wide open, pouring blood everywhere. Letting out another wail, Nathan charged the last guard, and buried his shoulder deep into the man's gut. Once the man was on the ground, Nathan strattled him, and began to punch. Each blow flattened out the gaurds nose, until it was literally pressed into his face. The blood was splattering all over Nathan, but he was in such a psychotic rage that he seemed to be driven onward by the blood.

"Nathan, STOP!!!" yelled Macy, "he's dead, get the keys and untie us."

Nathan looked at Macy with a psychotic smile, stood up, shook his head, took the keys from a guard, and undid the handcuffs.

"He seemed so nice," said a wide-eyed, quite scared Sherry, "what made him do that?"

"He hates it when people hurt kids. It's a domino effect. They hit you, Nathan hits them, they fall down, and they don't get up. Should've seen what he did to the doctor who slapped him when he was born."

"Man, that scream could've woken the dead," exclaimed Macy.

"Yeah, I hope we don't have rekill them again," replied Claire.

All of a sudden there was a loud scream from far down the hall. They all started running towards the sound. Macy lagged behind, and picked something up.

"Wait, Nate," said Juan, "there's a locked door at the end of the hall."

"Worry not, me Puerto Rican friend," said Nathan as they neared the end of the hall, Nathan wailed and went into a flying sidekick. He burst through the wooden door, landed on his feet, and looked around. He saw a licker eating the decapitated guard who used to be guarding the door. The licker turned around and swiped at Nathan with its claw. He hopped back at the nick of time.

"Don't worry," yelled Juan, "I'll save you!"

Juan ran and jumped onto the licker's back. The licker started to hop and buck around.

"Yeehaw!!!!!! Ride 'em cowboy!!!!

"Great," said Nathan, "I'm being saved by the Puerto Rican cowgirl."

Macy ran out, carrying three M-16's.

"Juan, you moron!" she yelled, "Get off the damn thing!"

Juan hopped off, Macy raised her gun, and started shooting the licker. It got knocked on its back and died with a horrible screech.

"We really need to go out and find survivors," said Macy.

"O.K.," said Claire, "give Juan and me each an M-16. We'll go search for survivors. Sherry, stay with Nathan and Macy. It's obvious Nathan will protect you. Y'all need to find a radio and call this person."

"Here," said Macy, handing out the guns, "and here's some clips I got off the guards.

Juan and Claire took the guns and clips and ran off.

Nathan bent down and picked up the M-16 from the guard.

"Well," said Nathan, "I guess now we need ta find the com. room."

Suddenly, the dead guard's radio started crackling. A voice came on. "Frank, are you there? Frank? Bill, are you near Frank's position? Bill? Answer me, dang it!"

"Uh, sir?"

"What!?!"

"We no longer have their vital signs."

"Crap! Release the hunters! And the tyrant! Those sorry @#%$ are gonna pay! Hey, U.S. lovers, if you're listening, and I know you are, you're gonna die… real soon. If the hunters don't kill you, the tyrant will."

"If I'm nea mistaken," said Nathan, "this would be the time when we start runnin' in terror."

"No, no," said Macy, sarcastically, "you're mistaken."

* * *

"O.K.," said Juan, "we're out. Now what?"

"Well," said Claire, "we go to the gun shop, and get some guns."

"Gee, what a place to get guns. A gun shop. What a novel idea."

They ran to the gun shop, occasionally shooting zombies on the way. They got there, and started searching.

"Hey, Juan," said Claire, "check this out. It's a computer locked door."

Juan went over, and turned on the computer.

Please type the F.I.U. password.

"Hmmm," said Juan, "got any ideas?"

"How about 'U.S. sucks'?"

Juan typed it in.

Buzzzzzzz!!!! Wrong!!! One more chance.

Juan thought for a second, and then typed 'freedom'.

The door swung open. There were all kinds of heavy artillery. Claire stepped in, and looked around.

"Well, what do you know? They have a grenade launcher in here."

Claire picked it up. She also found twelve acid rounds, which she jammed into the grenade launcher.

Juan looked around. He found a 10-guage, long barreled shotgun, and seven boxes of shells. He looked around some more, and found a nice little side pack to keep the bullets in.

"Now," said Juan, "let's get." They ran out.

"You search the right side of the street, and I'll search the left."

Juan ran across the street and started searching buildings. He and Claire found no survivors, just many zombies.

"Hey," said Juan, "we're getting close to where I live." Suddenly, Claire screamed. A zombie had jumped her from behind. She was trying to fight it off, but she wasn't doing very well. Juan swung around, pulling out his M-16. When he looked, though, he gasped.

"Juan, shoot it!"

"I…. I can't!"

"Why not!"

"It's my sister!"

Will Juan be able to save Claire, despite the fact that the zombie is his sister? And, what is happening to Nathan, Sherry, and Macy? Will the group get back together? Will they even survive?