Authers note:
Kitty: This is my first story to go on fanfiction. Actualy I'm quite nervous.
I've written stories and fanfics before...just not with a posible audience....
Also, with me here, is my demon friend. His name is 'WritersBlock' but you can call him Dan.
Dan: -smiles and waves hello-
Kitty: -scouls at him- "well,any way. if he will let me...ill write the first chapter...." -gives him a questining look-
Dan: -smiles a toothy grin and gives a thumes up-
Kitty: "Ok then! Here we go!!"
Disclaimer: I do not oun Resident Evil's Movies or Games. I do not oun any of it.
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Warning: this story has explicit violence. suggestive themes and suicide.
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Mechanism change: This is based off the games, yes, but I've had to change a few things.
1) RacconCity will look more like the movie's city.....Big wall around it.(Thare is a reason for it)
2)the leaders of Umbrella convinced the president that it was a viral experiment for cancer, and convinced the president to quarantine miles and miles of area.
3)the virus dosn't effect birds and many other animals. Not plants either. That one in the game was a one timer. please bare with me.
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City of Turmoil-
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Entry #1...Oct. 15 1998...
I hope someday they will find this notebook...and they will know...
My name is Nathania Hale, but every one calles me Nathan, or Nath. I was in 11th grade last school year... 17 years old...
Untill last month I lived in a small apartment alone. My family is in England....they moved thare last March.
but I stayed behind,to finish my last 2 years of school.
My legal guardian was my best friend's parents. It had been a good situation....school,work,home.
nothing only thing I had wanted was my family back home.....but not any more.
I'm glade no one was here. So when the infection hit. I didn't have to loose any of my family...
I would sometimes wonder if they think they have lost me...
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Many lives have ben lost in this the the about anywhere you could fall doun dead.
Though this isn't any different than any other city...
The way they die, is.
It was a bright sunny morning when the news told us that no one was alowed outside. People where confused.
Most assumed it was a storm, or a new insect.
It didn't really matter what they thought it was, staying inside was a Goverment Order.
when few really listend, the army came in to enforse it. no one argued.
Poeple asked the army who kept them inside, what was going refused to answer. Like it was a Secret!
Then as every one began to turn to tv for answers.
They all found that thare was no cable,no computers, nor any other such sadilite accesses.
only later we found out why. It was to keep us from fleeing in a city wide panic. Peachy...
While we huddled inside our homes.A wall was being bilt 100 miles around our city limmit.
which was odd since we already had a wall around the had been bilt near 60 years ago.
Something about a gang war...or something. Whatever it was built for. It didn't answer our questions.
A week later,after the wall was completed, they told us everything.(the wall was the largest and fastest construction in histery)
They started weaning uninfected people out of the city. Continuing untill too many of the doctors testing became infected. Then it became a massive lock doun.
People paniced. Then it became the worst crime spree imaginable...
many helicopters refused to land. Who would? The possibility that they would get infected was too grate.
I certainly didn't blame them. It was by september that the spread became really bad.
Casting its shadow along the dying people. Who began to rise and consume a path of pain, fear, and tragedy.
People fled to the safty of goverment buildings. Malls, Offices, and Schools...none were the greatest choice...there were too many windows for most.
of course, if you were in the middle of the city... most goverment buildings had at least 5 stories. As well as thick stairway doors.
wharever you could hide...you did....
That's how I ended up in my old Jr. high school.
The old aluminum security blocades was the only protection we had against the monsters,who moaned all night thorough.
Keeping many kids wide awake. Screeming from nightmares and the memories of things they had seen before they came here.
The fear was so bad, People's minds began to deteriorate....
One night, a young girl refused to stop screeming. So the tacher smotherd her with a pillow.
It wasnt her intention. But either way, She was still dead.
They threw her body out the window, too afraid that she would rise back up...
She never did. She is still sitting thare, in the courtyard.
Quite disgusting...people are so riddled with fear that they couldn't even burry a 12 year old's body....
I would have...if they would let me....
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A scream rang out in the 3rd story classroom. Startling me out of my wits.
Turning,I quickly realised it was Jane. my best friend. Scrambling over to her, book forgoten, I clamped my hands over her screaming mouth.
Yet she continued to wail through my fingers, her tears and saliva weting my hand.
Pulling her into a hug I made sure she was yelling into my chest. Her fists griped my clothing hard.
Over jane's shoulders I noticed that many of the room's occupants where staring cautiously at the crying girl...
most likely wondering if there was a need of another body to sit in the courtyard. I scowled at them viciously.
Bareing my teath at them. Some dared to challenge my gaze before settling doun on their cots once more.
I watched their covered forms for several moments, making a mental note to sleep in a different room tomorrow.
No need to test their sanity. Not like they would let us in here again anyway.
Most beleved that screams attracted the monsters, and made them stronger.
That's why screamers where usually forced to sleep in a room on the first floor. pethedic.
When she quieted..I lifted her chin and exposed her tear streaked face.
"Come now...What was it?" I asked jane soothingly. She sniffed,then in a small voice she said..
"My dog...monsters got my dog...." I winced...poor Soda..she was a sweet puppy.
Out of anyone, Jane had lost the most family. Exsept her brother, who was in the South st. Mall.
I knew her family well. Her parents were my guardians. I went over their house often. They always quelled the feelings of loneliness.
I didnt see them die, for that, I was glad.
I just had the distant recollection that they where gone forever, and I would never see them again.
Untill I rememberd what had most likely killed them. Thinking like that, I might just see them again. A horrible thought.
Jane had not been right since we ran to the school. I had found her in the tree house we bilt together.
We bilt it poorly, her father had to help us fix it.
When I had finally managed to clime to her from the my window (somehow not falling to the awaiting monsters below) she told me they where all dead...
"Shhh...she's not here anymore....its better..." I told her. Trying to be comforting. Which was hard to do under the circumstances.
Surprisingly she noded, wiping her face.
"Yah.." She said smiling. It came as a surprise. She hasn't smiled since we arrived at the school. I would have said it was her old face, but it wasn't.
It was someone I didn't know looking through her face at me. Her eyes...
"I know what you mean..." Jane said very strangely. I was suddenly was very afraid. Frozen, and I didn't know what I could possibly be afraid of ...
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Thare was 3 large cafeterias, all big enouph to hold 500 students.
Old fashioned tiles. Circular tables and plastic chairs.
The room was filled to the brim with people..most likely exceeding the room's body limit.
If anyone could remember high school. Remember how noisy it was when it was full.
You would argue how this room, full of people, could be so quiet.
No one said much of anything. Maybe a word here or thare, but any word said was a whisper.
Lunch was handled the same as any other day. Slop in a bowl. a disgusting mixture of grease and fat.
Just enouph to keep us alive on the edge of hunger.
If you looked...people where becoming thin.
Any normal kid would be fighting teath and claw so they didn't have to eat their vegetables.
Now the kids actually wanted carrots and spinach..
But a strange twist of fate decided that now they wanted it..they can't have it.
There was a delivery of food from the government to several diffrent buildings in the city.
Maybe a last show that the world had not forsaken us yet.
Pitty for us, our small jr. high was not so lucky.
We didn't have a radio station like the high schools. No one knew we were here.
The only reason we knew Kane (,jane's brother) was at the mall, was becouse he had called me on the cell 2 weaks ago.
Before my cell phone went completely dead.
Our food had to taken from the stores and buildings close by...a perilous feat.. one that many don't come back from.
Volunteers for it were becoming thin.
There needed to be a scout party soon.
Or it won't be the monsters that cause our deaths, but starvation.
We were runing out of food...
I waited in line with my boul. One meal a day now. John was waiting in line behind me.
We used to be in class together, 11th grade English.
Sometimes we would read pages in our English book out loud.
Maybe we did it to recapture bits of our old life.
Trivial as it may be, every day we read, our audience grows. Even adults like to listen sometimes.
Untill yesterday. John had refused to participate.
I had to read to the awaiting group myself.
I gave him a smile. He blinked back at me. It seemed no one was the same after the 'Day of Blood'.
The day that the monsters forced the last of the free people out of their homes...
Someone on the radio had called it that.
Though you can't realy tell which day out of the month of september it was named.
Maybe they should call it the 'Month of Blood'.
"Whats todays menu?" I joked with him. He shruged. Still in the daze that has griped him for the last week.
His behavior was too strange for me. It was like nothing effected him anymore. Not even a smile.
I gave him a small side long glance. He had refused to tell anyone who he lost. I wanted to know, and also didn't.
Stairing at the wall, singing in a sorrowful tone, yelling at random objects. Not even Jane was acting this way.
"Are you a sheep?" I quiped randomly, discouragingly, he continued to give me dead eyes.
I would have said something else to him. But, at that moment, I noticed a stange feeling. A lacking presence at my side.
Jane was taking a long time to show up.
The last thing she had told me was that she was going to the bath room.
If she was done she would have come back to me. she was always with me.
I wonderd if she was sick. I hoped not. We didn't have much in the realm of medicine.
"ill be right back.." setting my bowl in his, I went to look for her.
I should find her before they stupidly think she is infected.....
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"Jane?!" I called in the womans always used this one.
"She's in thare." Lin said to me, noding in the direction of the first stall. She was washing her hands.
Lin was beautiful and pretentious. I remembered her as the biggist aggravation in Spanish class.
"She was crying a while ago." she informed me airily. I fround at her.
"And you didn't come to get me?" I asked, almost gessing her answer. Lin shrugged, pulling paper towels from the dispenser.
"Why should I ?" she said, Throwing the wet tissue away and walking out.
I grumbled at the closing door. I was wrong. Thare are people who just don't change.
How could anyone still be so snobbish after everything that's happend?
I should put a dead hand in her bed.
Turning, I walked up to the stall Lin pointed at. It was the large one, the wheelchair one.
"Jane?" I asked quietly. lightly rapping my nuckes on the old wood door...
"Jane?...are you alright?" But she didn't answer. I sighed.
Was she angry with me? Knocking harder on the door,I called
"Are you sick? It's ok if you are...." The green paint was pealing. Dryed crisps of it fell as I leand my forhead on the door.
I couldn't just look under it. Not this one. In this school, the woman's rooms had doors all the way to the floor.
Unlike the girl's rooms which you almost could see to their knees, quite unfair.
"Jane..please..answer me...." I strained to say calmly, as worry began to set in.
As I waited several tense moments. I thought, '...maybe she passed out?....'
"Jane?!" I snaped louder. 'Whats wrong with her, this isn't funny!' I thought Aggravated
"Answer me!" I yelled, gritting my teath as the acho of my words rang offensively in my ears.
That was loud enouph to wake any sleeping person.
Yet she was still silent.
"I'm coming in." I threatened, but when no angry answer returned, I felt a deep wrenching fear.
"jane! I'm serious!" I cryed, pushing at the locked door. Backing up a step I charged at the door.
It made a harsh, cracking sound on impact.
I was able to catch the door's splintered edge, before it had a chance to swing open and hit her.
"jane?" it would be funny if Lin had been fooling with me, and jane would come in behind me telling me how silly this was.
Chuckling, I opend the door. What I saw silenced me.
I felt frozen. Like stairing through a window of ice. My mind trying to understand the distorted image of the world it presented.
When I understood, I began to scream.
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Auther's note:
Kitty: Wow...that took me days to write... I'm sorry if it sounds a little strange. but I hate writing the first chapters....
Explaning every thing is so hard..... -Wonders if thare will be reviews-
I take criticism very well. But I also like good comments. Please review.
Progress Report for this story is in my Bio (on the bottom)
Kitty out-
Disclaimer: I do not oun Resident Evil's Movies or Games. I do not oun any of it.
