Memory of a Lost City
Disclaimer: Do not own Resident Evil, only the games, such as the original, Resident Evil 2, Resident Evil 3, Resident Evil 4, Resident Evil 5, Resident Evil 6, Resident Evil Code Veronica: X, Resident Evil Revelations, and Resident Evil: Mercenaries 3D
Started: 1/18/15
Ended: 1/19/15
AN: I decided to start at 2, and work my way up! I also have finals tomorrow, so 2nd semester is almost here! But I'm also sick as Hell! So boo! But I did go for an interview today for a Boy Scout Camp, to work as summer staff, so hopefully I get the job!
Chapter 1: Runaway
A blonde-haired male, about the age of 16, ran through the sewers of Raccoon City, a Colt M1911 in his hand. He panted, a large spider chasing after him.
"Oh for the love of Christ, do you ever quit!?" He shouted, as he turned towards the large arachnid, firing a shot into its leg, which rang out through the area. It screeched before crashing forward, hitting the wall behind him. This was me. Vincent Alexander Birkin, son of William and Annette Birkin, scientists of Umbrella Inc., and older brother to Sherry Birkin.
"See ya spidey!" I said as I ran down the corridor out of the room, locking the door behind me. I sighed, seeing the familiar metal of the elevator shafts. I had two ways here...Irons' Office...or the kennel...I'd rather stay away from the kennel...but I REALLY don't want to go through Chiefy McPsycho's...though Umbrella's paying him off...ugh, decisions, decisions. I guess I'll go through his office.
I took a left at the intersection, and pressed the button for the lift, it taking me up to a spacious office-like room. I smiled fondly, as I remember talking to security guard Scott. I then checked the drawers, and found a small box of ammo, perfect for my gun. I took out the magazine and inspected the rounds. 9mm.
"Perfect..." I muttered as I took out a second, unloaded magazine, and began loading it, until there were seven bullets in there. There was a remainder of 14...not a lot...but I'm going to have to make it last. I snooped around more, and found a pretty decent sized knife. Nice find! And I also found a sheath. Searching around a little better...I found a holster for my gun, and a silencer. Good, now I don't have to worry about attracting everything within a 50 yard radius.
"Okay Vince...time to get a move on!" I said strapping the holster to my right hip, the knife and sheath on my left hip, the silencer screwed onto the barrel of my gun. I then approached the door, and tightened my grip on the handgun, as I put my hand to the knob, and opened it, seeing more sewers. I listened quietly, hearing no sounds, except running water. I looked down at my boots, and saw that they were wet, as were a small section of my legs. Ugh...and I picked a wonderful time to go without my backpack. I then dropped into the water, and began running through, to the large metal, and rusted, door. It made a LOUD creaking as it opened, and I held my handgun at the ready, definitely alert. Beyond the door? Nothing. I sighed.
"Mr. Stone always did forget to oil this thing." I said as I climbed up out of the water. I shivered, cool air rushing by my feet. Gah! Cold! I continued, slowly, as I made my way down a ladder, onto a U-Shaped metal grating. I then went up the nearby ladder; and had heard rushed footsteps near the door. My eyes widened as I then took shelter in a dark corner, quieting my breathing. Four men, dressed in Umbrella Elite Armor, ran in. Then came in the real brains of this Operation. HUNK. The Human Unit Never Killed. Also known as Mr. Death. Oh shit!
"Keep going! We're to infiltrate the sewers, and get to Dr. Birkin's lab!" HUNK said, as there were nods, before they moved over to the ladder, and began going down one by one. Then as HUNK began descending, I shifted my body silently, so I couldn't be seen too well...but then my heart leapt into my throat, as he stared right at me. My eyes widened...and he nodded at me, before continuing down, and shutting the hatch behind him. My heart rate slowed down finally, and I swallowed nervously.
"Too...close..." I said as I slowly got up. I then ran out of the room, and ran to the lift, opening the gate, and getting through. I pressed the button, and I began my ascent. As I reached the small space behind Irons' office, where he had a "Place three objects" plate, I heard loud talking.
"Mr. Irons, reviewing your previous cases, we have determined that you are no longer fit to be the chief of the RPD, during this catastrophic time. We ask that you peacefully step down from your posit-" A man began saying before there was the loud crack of a gunshot. There was a thud, and a gasp, and another crack of the gun. There was another thud, and I pressed a nearby button, the door sliding open. Chief Irons turned to me, his handgun, a M92F, in hand. He chuckled watching me, like I was prey. I didn't like the look in his eyes, that's for sure.
"Well, well, well...young Mr. Birkin. It's so good to see you again! As you can see...I made a...bit of a mess. But you won't tell would you?" Chief Irons said, in a tone, that sent shivers down my spine. He gave a shark-like grin, and I began walking to the door. As I went through the door, I took cover, as a bullet whizzed past my head. There was a loud call of, "D'oh, I missed!", as I slammed the door behind me. I sighed in relief, as I wiped away sweat from my forehead. I began running out of the hallway, and had rushed into the next room, the secretary's office. I sighed in relief, as I exit the door, leading to the 2nd floor of the RPD. Silent. I made my way around, and reached the ladder, and began climbing down it. I then pressed the button for the ladder, and dropped down the last two feet needed, the ladder retracting. I them exit the police station, and looked around, hearing shambling. I then began running towards the side gate, and once I was through, almost died, figuratively.
"That's a whole lotta zombies..." I said with a frown. I sighed, finding no other way to get through. My objective was to get to my house, and make sure my little sis was okay. I opened the gate, and shut it quietly, the zombies none the wiser. I holstered my handgun, and began thinking...if a zombie walk worked well, albeit slightly, what's the harm if I try it here? I began shambling slowly, taking on a dead look on my face. So far so good...then one of the zombies walked into my path. The nearby bus, wasn't too far...so...well, time to drop it I guess! I unsheathed the knife and jammed it deep into the zombie's skull, as of moaned out, blood spraying along my chest. Could help actually. I then pulled the knife back, the blade bloody. I held him by his shirt, and cleaned off the blade, sheathing it again. I let him go, and he landed with a VERY ungrateful thud. By this time, I had attracted attention, so I gave them the one-finger salute, and bid them adieu. Opening the doors to the bus, then closing them, I was greeted by a male zombie sitting in a seat, his head turned away, and a woman, a leg missing. I moved on through, giving the male zombie a kick in the chest, sending him to the floor as he lunged at me. I stepped over the female, and grabbed the nearby ammo box. Fifteen rounds...sweet. I then exit the bus, and was greeted with the sounds of flesh being torn apart. I frowned as I ran by the zombies devouring the unlucky bastard, his expression contorted into pure pain and agony. I ran into through the gate, and was met by two males, who limped toward me. I quickly unholstered my handgun in a practiced motion, courtesy of my father and Uncle Wesker, one of my fathers close friends, and put two bullets into the brains of the unfortunate undead, them falling backwards, blood already pooling out. This grabbed the attention of another pair, who began shambling, the smell of blood exciting them. I stepped out of the way, and jumped on top of the dumpster lid that blocked the stairwell, and hopped down, before rushing on up the stairs. I looked around, seeing a mass of zombies, about 5 or 6, in the basketball court, and frowned. I looked around, and saw a lamppost nearby the chain-link fence. I gulped and I began running from the stairwell, to the nearby rooftop, then...leapt forward...my hand narrowly catching the pole. I grinned as I began moving across the post, before slowly climbing down the lamppost...for my first time doing that, that had gone a lot better than I thought...but note to self, do not imitate Uncle Wesker again, unless in EXTREMELY dire situations. I then ran to the backdoor of the Kendo Gun Shop, owners being Joseph and Robert Kendo, if memory serves me correctly. Two brothers that supplied the RPD department with their weapons. I then heard the sound of glass breaking, a loud gunshot, almost as if a shotgun, and screaming. I then kicked opened the door, and took note of four zombies upon the dead Kendo brother, a man with short brown hair, wearing an RPD uniform, wielding a Heckler and Koch VP70 model I believe, and a woman with her reddish hair in a ponytail, wearing a motorcycle jacket with lettering I couldn't make out, an...angel? on the back of it, wearing short motorcycle shorts. She wielded a Browning HP model of some sort.
"Claire..." The man warned turning to me, his handgun ready to be used. I raised my own, and then fired a shot into the zombie approaching the man. He spun around with a short gasp, and after them using a couple rounds, ended the internal undead menace. The evil Lord Zombie shall not rise again this Hallowed night! (Just some random fun XD)
"He has a shotgun doesn't he? Cop, it'd probably look better in your hands." I said as he raised an eyebrow shrugging going to collect the pump action Remington Model 1100-P...as a hand reached towards him making him fall on his ass.
"Leon!" The woman named Claire shouted, her eyes wide in disbelief, as the previously dead Kendo, began to crawl towards the man, named Leon. He had no idea on what to do, and held the zombified version of the gun shop owner back, as I ran back, and yanked him off, before capping Robert Kendo. A hand went up gently...but then fell. Finally dead. I picked up the shotgun, handed it to Leon, whom I helped up, and began searching the store for ammo, and weapons...preferably ones that won't slow us down.
"Who are you?" Claire asked cautiously. I gave a quiet whoop as I found a full box of 9mm rounds, placing them on the counter, also finding a Sig Saüer P226 handgun, in a small box. Another silent whoop from me, and I turned to my...allies, both tapping their weapons against their hip, or shoulder in Leon's case, staring at me. I pulled out a bow gun, extremely lightweight, and a quiver of bolts for her, along with a sling. Finding a holster for my new find, I holstered said Sig Saüer and brought the bow gun to her. She looked at me offended.
"Sorry sweetheart, I don't think a rifle, or a shotgun fits your style." I said honestly as she grumbled under her breath. Something about "Good for nothing children". Well then.
"Hey, I'm 16, cut me some slack here." I said with a shrug. I then continued. "Besides, you've got the silent killer in terms. You don't have to worry about loud gunshots, and you can also pick off enemies from afar."
"Well when you say it like that..." Leon said with a playful frown eying his shotgun. Claire rolled her eyes good-naturedly, before serious mode set back in.
"I'm Claire Allison Redfield. My brother works here as part of the STARS Alpha Team." She said as I shook her hand. Strong grip. Don't underestimate her it seems.
"Leon Scott Kennedy. First day on the job as a rookie cop here...so don't ask for any tours." Leon said with a grin on his face, as we shook. Strong, yet also relaxed. Loyal to the end. I smiled and brushed a blonde bang out of my face, and turned to the duo.
"Vincent Alexander Birkin. Nice to meet you both." I said smiling, receiving two nods. Our short meet and greet was cut even shorter, as more zombies began shambling to the shop.
"Time to go!" Leon said as I nodded in agreement, as we headed out the backdoor, the way I came.
CHAPTER 1 END!
Alrighty guys, decided to go with RE2 first, because I figured it'd probably be one of the easier ones to write a fanfic to. So as you can see, the title comes from the Darkside Chronicles chapter name, Memory(Or Memories) of a Lost City. This is before Vincent gets his abilities, so don't expect to see him doing any supernatural activity! Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this chapter, and the start of a new story!
