Resident Evil
Shattered City
By: S. N. Viernum
I do not own Resident Evil or all characters contained within, Chris, Jill, Leon, Ada, Claire, Sherry, Nicholai, Carlos, Wesker, etc. are sole property
of CAPCOM, Inc.
Michael is sole property of S. N. Viernum.
Lighting flashed across the sky above Raccoon City, nestled deep in the Appalachian Mountains of the Northeastern United States, from anywhere outside, it would look like an average, sleeping city. Normal.
But Michael knew the truth.
Michael stood on the roof of a 10-story building, watching out over the ruined city. His City, Destroyed by Umbrella Corporation's Bio-weapons Research. Michael didn't know if it was an intentional test or some horrible accident, but either way, he did know Umbrella was chest-deep in shit here.
Michael certainly wasn't dressed for this environment, Work boots, Blue Jeans, a Black T-shirt and Navy Blue Hooded sweatshirt encompassed his clothing. His only apparent personal effect was a necklace, one of those leather-cord types covered in metal bands and spikes. His weapons consisted of a Desert Eagle which he had found during the beginning of the Umbrella incident, and a Sword strapped to his belt, it was a keepsake, he had had it since he was 14.
Not that he was much older now, as he stepped back from the ledge and turned to the stairs down, his hood fell back a bit, revealing a face that could be barely 16 or 17, Dark brown spiked hair, green eyes, but his eyes were much older. He had seen horrors in the past 3 days that would make even the most hardened generals hide behind their desks in terror.
He made his way down the stairwell, the only sounds where the soft thump of his boots on the stairs and a light clinking from inside his sweatshirt pockets, what sounded like bullets tapping together. Michael shoved his hands in his pockets to silence the rounds and continued down till he hit the ground floor.
Stepping onto the street, he took a careful look up and down the deserted stretch of asphalt before he started walking North, towards Ash.
Meanwhile, over Raccoon..
"3 Minutes." The pilot of the Umbrella-Owned MH-60L Blackhawk Helicopter said over the intercom.
"Roger" The squad leader said. He nodded to his men, who triple-checked their weapons then positioned themselves by the door.
The Helicopter roared over the city, buildings and streets where a blur outside the doors.
"Hang on!" The pilot yelled, all the men braced as the heavy Helicopter suddenly spun sideways and actually half-rolled over a power station, landing hard, the troops leaped from the bird and it took off again, disappearing into the night.
The Squad Leader too a quiet headcount then set his men into formation, moving west towards Bybee.
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Shattered City
By: S. N. Viernum
I do not own Resident Evil or all characters contained within, Chris, Jill, Leon, Ada, Claire, Sherry, Nicholai, Carlos, Wesker, etc. are sole property
of CAPCOM, Inc.
Michael is sole property of S. N. Viernum.
Lighting flashed across the sky above Raccoon City, nestled deep in the Appalachian Mountains of the Northeastern United States, from anywhere outside, it would look like an average, sleeping city. Normal.
But Michael knew the truth.
Michael stood on the roof of a 10-story building, watching out over the ruined city. His City, Destroyed by Umbrella Corporation's Bio-weapons Research. Michael didn't know if it was an intentional test or some horrible accident, but either way, he did know Umbrella was chest-deep in shit here.
Michael certainly wasn't dressed for this environment, Work boots, Blue Jeans, a Black T-shirt and Navy Blue Hooded sweatshirt encompassed his clothing. His only apparent personal effect was a necklace, one of those leather-cord types covered in metal bands and spikes. His weapons consisted of a Desert Eagle which he had found during the beginning of the Umbrella incident, and a Sword strapped to his belt, it was a keepsake, he had had it since he was 14.
Not that he was much older now, as he stepped back from the ledge and turned to the stairs down, his hood fell back a bit, revealing a face that could be barely 16 or 17, Dark brown spiked hair, green eyes, but his eyes were much older. He had seen horrors in the past 3 days that would make even the most hardened generals hide behind their desks in terror.
He made his way down the stairwell, the only sounds where the soft thump of his boots on the stairs and a light clinking from inside his sweatshirt pockets, what sounded like bullets tapping together. Michael shoved his hands in his pockets to silence the rounds and continued down till he hit the ground floor.
Stepping onto the street, he took a careful look up and down the deserted stretch of asphalt before he started walking North, towards Ash.
Meanwhile, over Raccoon..
"3 Minutes." The pilot of the Umbrella-Owned MH-60L Blackhawk Helicopter said over the intercom.
"Roger" The squad leader said. He nodded to his men, who triple-checked their weapons then positioned themselves by the door.
The Helicopter roared over the city, buildings and streets where a blur outside the doors.
"Hang on!" The pilot yelled, all the men braced as the heavy Helicopter suddenly spun sideways and actually half-rolled over a power station, landing hard, the troops leaped from the bird and it took off again, disappearing into the night.
The Squad Leader too a quiet headcount then set his men into formation, moving west towards Bybee.
Thank you for taking the time to read, please review.