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The year is 2005, 1 year before Jill Valentine's alleged "death"
"SHOOT IT!!! FUCKING SHOOT IT!!!" screamed a policeman just as a lifeless man grabbed hold of his arm and bit into his bicep. The cop's partner dropped his gun and stood in awe as the man tore into his partner. Finally, he picked up his gun and landed a shot into the zombie's arm. Not even phasing it, the zombie kept ripping into the policeman. His partner finally landed a shot into its brain. The lifeless body fell off the cop. His partner shuffled over and checked out his wounds.
"Dead. Hes fucking dead. Shit, how am I going to explain this to the chief, that some random guy just came up to us and started eating Dale?" the surving officer mumbled to himself. Just as he was leaving the he felt something brush against his shoulder. He quickly turned around, and screamed...
Resident Evil: The Begining of The End
Chris Redfield POV
"Uhhhhhhh." I sighed again as I slumped on to the couch in my apartment. I had just gotten back from my most recent mission for the B.S.A.A. There was a rumor of someone trying to continue Umbrella's work on the T-virus, and he was hidden out in a abandoned warehouse. But, it turned out the it was just some wack job stoned out of his mind mixing Coke and Pepsi together yelling "I will create the T-virus!". I was relieved, because I had thought Jill and I had finished everything once and for all in Russia. I looked at my coffe table and saw a picture from the S.T.A.R.S Christmas party of ' 97, I saw myself kissing Jill under mistletoe. I smiled slightly. I hadn't seen Jill in over a year now. She had gone into Europe for a classified mission. I sighed again, grabbed my remote, and flipped the TV on. The news was on and the reporter was in the middle of a familiar street, but behind here were burning cars, people running and screaming, gunshots, and other nasty things. I quickly sat up and listened intently to the reporter.
"After an unknown cause, people have started to turn insane and are viciously attack people in the midwestern town of Johnson City, near what used to be Raccoon City. . And in rare cases, eating them. Police advise people to stay in thier homes and that they will take care of everything and that..HOLY SHIT BILL LOOK OUT!!!!
The camera quickly turned and a zombie came running towards it. By what looked like a slashing movement from the camera, the zombie fell to the ground. The camera then turned back to the reporter to find a zombie right behind her sink its teeth into her shoulder. She screamed in agonizing pain. And then a dark green creature leaped at the camera man, and the TV quickly became just static.
"Holy shit." I managed to spit out. Just as I said that I heard something bust through my door. "Shit!" I yelled in anger. Luckily I was still in my B.S.A.A. uniform and still had my pistol on me. I quickly pulled it out and walked around the corner to find what I had expected. A zombie. I pulled the trigger and dropped the zombie. At that point I realized I needed to get out of the city, the government will probably make this another Raccoon City incident. But first I needed to make sure Claire and Leon were okay, so, I grabbed some ammo out of my closet, my trusty ol' knife, and a sub-machine gun.
I tried calling Claire. No answer. "Dammit!" I said to myself. It was 10:00pm, and I looked outside my window, and saw people being eaten alive, petty criminals stealing from shops in all the commotion, and the police trying to protect everyone. I rushed down the stairs of my apartment, not risking something going wrong on the elevator. By the time I had reached the parking garage I had killed about 6 zombies. Unluckily for me, the parking garage was full of them. They all started to rush me. I was able to pick a couple of them off while they were coming towards me. I started to back up when a zombie crawling behind me grabbed my leg and tripped me. I hit the ground with a loud "thump" and busted up my shoulder pretty badly. Then the zombie that tripped me made an attempt to bite my boot but I kicked his face in so hard is head flew off and landed in the middle of the crowd. I quickly sprang to my feet and sprinted to my motorcycle. By the time I reached it zombies were swarming me I had no time to put a helmet on. I kicked it into gear and rode full spead into the street, drifting to avoid hitting the buliding opposite of the parking garage, and started riding towards Claire's place, while creatures were slashing at me left and right.
Finally I arrived at Claire's apartment. I ran up to the doorway only to see that the door was ripped down. "Please, oh please no!" I was moaning to myself. I ran up the stairs until I got to Clair'es place. Luckily, at least I hope was good luck, the door was closed and locked. I knocked on the door, only to be met by bullets piercing throught the door. "Oh damn!" I screached as I barley dodged the shots. "Claire are you in there?! Its me Chris!" I yelled. No answer. "Hello?! Claire are you in there?! Please tell me its you that just shot at me!" That didn't sound right...and still, no answer. "Dammit Claire open the door, the zombies are starting to come towards me!" There were atleast 3 dozen coming up the stairs. I quickly holstered my pistol and took out my SMG. I laid waste into the zombie horde, but they just kept coming, and coming, crawling over dead bodies. They were getting closer, and closer. Then, as if on que, I ran out of ammo. "Aw FUCK!!" I murmerd. I threw the gun at the zombies atleast trying to slow them down. It didn't stop them. I knew I wouldn't be able to hold them off on my own so I started beating on the door. "Claire please! Its me, Chris, if you don't open this fucking door I am going to be ripped to shit," still silence "God Dammit!!!" The zombies were on the same floor as me now. "Claire!!!!!" The door opened and I saw Leon, while holding a rag that was covered in blood over his left tricep. "What the hell? Where is Claire?!"
"No time to explain! get in!" Leon exclaimed. He grabbed me by my arm and pulled me in, closed the door, locked it, and pushed the dresser back in front of it.
"Okay, now where the hell is Claire!" I yelled in anger.
"Right here." I turned around and saw Claire, in jeans and a plain white tee, her hair pulled back into a ponytail, standing benhind me armed with a magnum.
"Claire!" I exclaimed. I hugged her. "You're all right! I was afraid something bad had happened.
"No, don't worry, we're alright, well, atleast, I am. Leon wasn't so lucky..." Claire said sadly. She started to sob.
"What happened?" I asked, turning to Leon.
" They got me by suprise," he managed to spit out, he then started shivering, "Right when this had all started I had been here at Claire's place. When I turned on the news, and heard how all this shit was going on, I told Claire to wait here while I went to my apartment to get some guns. My place was 2 floors above, so, it was a pretty difficult trip. By the time I got back," he swallowed, "I had realized I had been bit."
"Don't worry Leon," I said comforting him, "Once we get out of here I am sure the B.S.A.A. will have an anti-virus for you, but we need to get out of the city before they nuke the city."
"They aren't nuking the city." Claire said
"Yeah," Leon agreed, " I'm a government agent which means I can get my hands on orders for these types of things, they aren't nuking the city, they are securing it, for study, they built a 80 ft tall wall for something like this to be placed around a city. They built it right after the Raccoon City Incident. The government is bringing it over with bombing planes as we speak."
"Then that means we have to get out of the city before it gets placed. Claire, will we be able to use your car?" I asked.
"Ya." She replied.
"Alright, lets got."
Well, thats chapter 1. Tell me what you think! And don't worry, I will get better, and in future chapters have a little more comedy, sooo ya. Thanks for reading!