Resident Evil: No End In Sight To This Nightmare

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters related to Resident Evil. Any similarities between monsters in my story and someone else's is completely a coincidence.

Chapter Zero: Rude Awakenings

"Two years, three weeks, and six days ago, I went through hell, hell on Earth. No one believed me when I told them. The only people who did are the five who have shared my experience, either with me, or at another time. Who would honestly let Umbrella continue what they've done? If they knew, they were either bought or eliminated. AHH! God I HATE Umbrella!"

Leon Kennedy scours through his medicine cabinet and throws all the medicines and supplies with Umbrella's name on them into his trashcan. He walks from the bathroom, through the kitchen, and arrives outside.

He breathes in deeply and sighs, "The smell of being completely isolated from civilization."

He scowls at how Umbrella forced him into hiding, but loses it as he sets the trashcan's contents ablaze. He steps back quickly as the fire turns odd colors, blue, green, pink, yellow, and finally purple.

His eyes shift around curiously and he whispers, "That can't be good..."

He runs back inside and turns on the television, but not before grabbing a cold one from the fridge, well, mini-fridge.

"Welcome, I'm Stephanie Douglas, and this is Herron City 5 'o' clock news. First up, our city's population problem is finally solved. With the opening of the new medicinal lab in our sister-town, Riley, over two-thousand men and women will be moving to Riley to take on the wanted jobs there. We have Umbrella to thank for the answer to our population problem. Second up, and our main topic tonight..."

Leon drops the beer to the floor and says, "No... This can't be happening. Not now."

His thoughts race to Claire and he tries his hardest to remember if that is the city Claire moved to. "Aw fuck it."

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Cops, meter-maids, and various criminals run through the lobby of Riley's Police Department.

One cop stops at the front desk and asks, "Aw come on Jess, just give me one more chance?!"

Jess looks up at the man before her and says quickly, "No Dusty, last time you drove the SWAT van, you ran over seven dogs, two cats, and countless birds. Not to mention you hit six stop signs and two street lights. You better be glad those animals were either strays or wild. Oh, how far are you on paying for the signs and lights?"

Lieutenant Dusty Stracener looks down at her and says, "Two more weeks. Hey, uh, has Brian walked in yet?"

Jess frowns and points toward the Homicide Office.

Dusty nods and says, "Thank you. Oh, I want access to the evidence room. That pool table is calling my name."

Jess curses him and he walks into the HO. The room is practically empty, save for the figure slumped over a rapidly flashing computer screen.

"Yo! Brian! Stop looking at naked boys and help me with this new serial killer file."

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Brian Scott spins from the screen and says, "Already ahead of you. We have a list of suspects, one has a strong connection and motive with all seven girls. His name is Peter Gruber. His connection is he was their dentist. Each girl was killed approximately one week after their last visit to him, save for the last one. She was killed a little earlier, three days after. The last connection is that he has dated each of them in the past."

Dusty sits down in his chair and rubs his temples, "And what is his motive?"

Brian types frantically at his computer and stumbles, "I.. I.. I had it here. Where did it go?"

Dusty spins around and pulls out his gun, aiming it at the picture of Chief Steiner. He ejects the chambered round and removes the clip, then sliding the clip into his belt.

He taps his left hand on his desk and grumbles, "You didn't have a motive, did you?"

Brian laughs uneasily and replies, "Nope. But our next suspect has no motive or a connection."

Dusty spins around and claps his hands, "So, who is he?"

Brian chuckles and replies, "SHE is one Claire Redfield. She was seen near the murder locations. Our star witness is blind in one eye and deaf. Well, we've gotten more from less."

Dusty laughs and props his feet up on his desk, "You're telling me. We got an address on her?"

Brian types away for a while and says, "Yeah, it's uh... Oh, here it is. She lives at 153 Geneva Avenue. Time for a road-trip?"

Dusty nods and says, "You have to drive though, I had my license revoked..."

Brian laughs and remarks, "The SWAT van incident? Jess told me about that."

Dusty and Brian laugh and walk out to the garage.

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"Hey, Red!"

Claire Redfield turns around and shouts, "What!?"

Her boss runs after her and says, "You forgot your paycheck. So, here."

Claire notices the stare in his eyes and takes the envelope, "I have a boyfriend."

Her boss laughs and says, "Keep telling yourself that. I think of you as one of my own children."

Claire flicks some hair out of her eyes and retorts while running down the street, "If people knew what you think of your own children, you'd get arrested!"

She slides down the handrail down into the subway and pays the fare. She sits down on an empty bench and sighs loudly, her eyes immediately taking in every detail in the tunnel.

Drunk in the corner, pickpocket trying to grab a woman's wallet. Cop grabbing said pickpocket. Horny male walking toward me. His wife dragging him away. Thanks lady. Ah, here comes my train.

She stands up and walks toward the train.

A man bumps into her and she grabs his wrist, then bends it back, "Hey! Officer, I got a live one!"

She takes her paycheck from his grasp and tosses him onto the concrete, then walks into the subway train. She looks out the window and watches as the cops clasp handcuffs around the thief's wrists. She grasps the bar above her as the train sets off, the ride little over ten minutes to her stop. She looks around and finds her car surprisingly packed.

Must be the people from Herron.

She smiles at the kid tugging her leg and he asks, "Have you seen my mommy?"

Claire bends down somehow and asks back, "What does she look like?"

The kid looks around and places a finger on his lips, then replies, "She looks like you."

Claire is flattered and nods, "What is your name?"

The kid thinks and replies, "Leon Hunter. My mommy's name is Samantha, I think."

Claire nods and stands up, "Is there a Samantha Hunter here?"

A woman gasps and forces her was over to her, "Leon! Thank you, Miss?"

Claire smiles and remarks, "Claire, Claire Redfield. No problem."

Samantha and Claire talk for a while as the train passes a figure in the tunnel.

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Dusty and Brian walk up to Miss Redfield's house and Dusty rings the doorbell.

"So, I bet ten bucks, she's not home," says Brian as Dusty rings it again.

This time the door opens, a redheaded woman standing in the doorway.

She flicks some strands of red hair from her face and asks, "May I help you two?"

Dusty slaps Brian on the back and he says, "Yes ma'am. I'm Officer Brian Scott and this is Lieutenant Dusty Stracener for the Riley Police Department. We would like to ask you some questions pertaining to the recent murders. Are you willing to answer our questions?"

Claire nods and lets the two cops in. Dusty frowns at the complete simplicity of the house, just the standard items, nothing fancy or odd.

Claire catches his glance and says, "I just moved in, my personal items haven't arrived yet."

Dusty looks at Brian and they both nod, that little bit of information striking an odd sensor.

Dusty smiles and asks, "We've gotten reports of people spotting you near every murder scene. Can you explain this?"

Claire laughs slightly and replies, "Nope... Wait are you sure they saw me? I met a woman on the subway who looked just like me."

Brian growls from behind Dusty and says, "You were in our warrant database!"

Claire is obviously frustrated, "And that immediately makes me a suspect?! You are some of the most idiotic cops ever! Look up Samantha Hunter!"

While she was saying this, she has pushed Dusty and Brian out of her house and slammed the door.

Brian looks at Dusty and says, "Well, I don't think she did it."

Dusty slides his hand down his face and retorts, "You're sad, you know that?"

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Leon's phone rings for probably the twelfth time in two hours, a record for him. He picks it up and cradles it between his head and shoulder, then returns to making his infamous beanie-weenies!

"Hello? Oh, hey Claire! So you do live in Riley. Have you heard about the new Umbrella lab that built itself in your town?"

Leon listens closely as Claire tells her encounter with the Klutz Kops, "Yeah, so? I mean come on! Get over it Claire, they made a mistake."

Claire screams back over the phone and Leon replies, "Yeah, yeah, I'll be there. I'll arrive in about an hour. Alright, bye."

He turns off the stove and grabs a bag from his room. He shoves some random clothes into the bag, and then reaches under his bed. He pulls out the black case and looks at the handgun inside. He picks it up and slides it and the two clips into his back pockets.

He slings the bag around his shoulder and runs out to his jeep. No, it isn't the one from his accident at Raccoon City, but a small green one, a little hand-me-down from Chris Redfield. He tosses his bag into the back seat and sits the gun and clips in the passenger seat.

He turns the jeep on and shifts gears quickly, "Umbrella, one of us has to go, and I don't think it is me."

He floors the gas pedal and turns onto the interstate.

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Dusty slams his fists onto the dashboard and shouts, "We have no suspects!"

Brian fumbles with the radio and says, "Hey, Jess, can you look up a Samantha Hunter for me. Thanks."

Dusty reaches into the glove-box, half-expecting Brian's gun, but finds the worst item imaginable.

Dusty holds the offending item up and asks calmly, "Why the hell is there a gay magazine with a... {GAGS} Dude, why is this in here?"

Brian pulls the squad-car over and says, "It is not mine."

Dusty arches both eyebrows and replies, "I want to believe it, but this IS YOUR car, no one else has the keys. AH!!!! That is nasty!"

He rolls the window down and tosses it out the window.

"Aw man! What did you do that for?!" shouts Brian as he turns the car back on.

Dusty slowly opens the door and jumps out right before Brian takes off. Dusty brushes the icky feeling from his body, then faces the direction of the police station.

He kicks the gravel and says, "Aw crap..."

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After what felt like an hour, Dusty finally arrives at the Police Station.

"It amazes me how they modeled almost the entire city after the destroyed Raccoon City."

He shrugs it off and walks in.

"Hey! Dusty! Brian was looking for you!"

Dusty grabs the cop by his shoulders and says, "Don't tell him I'm here."

The cop gets the idea and walks off. Dusty smiles and walks up to Jess.

"Yo, babe, can I get key to the evidence room?"

Jess throws her head to the left and Dusty catches a glimpse of Brian, "Quickly please?"

He turns from the desk and something small hits him in the back, "Here, asshole, the key to the evidence room."

Dusty smiles, takes it, spins around, and says, "Aw, you're so sweet."

Jess stares at him and growls, "Don't push me. I will make you pay."

Dusty backs off and runs down the right hall, stopping at room 132, Evidence and Analysis. His hand reaches for the knob and he turns it, the knob squeaking loudly in protest. He darts his eyes around and when he's sure no one heard him, he ducks in quickly.

His eyes water at the intense smell of stale air and a few choice pieces dead rat, "Ah, the smell of peace, quiet, and solitude.. Well, whatever solitude means."

He grabs a pool cue from a shelf and pulls the large green tarp off of the table.

"I wonder who owned you before you became evidence?"

He pulls the triangle from under the table and gathers the balls from each pocket.

His eyes catch the red and white Umbrella painted into the green felt and his mind asks THE question, What the hell does the Umbrella stand for?

Well, now was no time to ask unanswerable questions, he only has a thirty-minute break. He pulls the cue back and throws it forward.

"Stracener!!!!"

Duty spins around and stumbles, "Chief Steiner! What are you d.. doing here?"

It may be short, so I'll say one thing! So SUE ME! It'll get longer and better.