The Fourth Survivor
By The Headcrook
Legal BS Disclaimer: All Characters are the property of Capcom. For all those who are areding my fanfic, The Mummy Returns, I'm in the process of retyping several chapters, since my disk was erased, so that puts me back. Anyway, here's a fanfic from Resident Evil 2, told from Hunk's POV. I also placed the story in two parts. I got this idea from reading Dan Birlew's Analysis on RE2 and the 4th Survivor. Send all comments and flames to headcrook@yahoo.com
Part One
"G-...G-Virus... I have to deliver it to Umbrella..."
I'm still alive. I barely made it out of the laboratory alive. That was two days ago. I guessed I must have passed out from being chased by the monster that was formerly William Birkin. Goddamn rookie. If he hadn't shot Birkin, then I wouldn't be in this mess right now.
My guess is that the monster didn't follow me, so I must be in the clear.
It was supposed to be a simple retrival mission. Now it's all about survival.
I move my arms. Nothing's broken. Same thing with my legs. Slowly, I rise to my feet from the muck and shake my head clear of the cobwebs. I looked around, remembering where I was. I still have my weapons, an H&K VP70 handgun, strapped to my side, my Desert Eagle in my holster, and my Remmington shotgun slung across my back. Thankfully my pouch that held all of my ammo wasn't soaked, otherwise I would be totally fucked, not that I'm already am in a fucked up position.
I pull out my radio and spoke into it. "Alpha Team, come in."
Static.
I spoke again. "This is Commander Hunk. Alpha Team, come in."
Static. Then a voice came through the radio. "Alpha Team, here. Report."
"Alpha Team, mission accomplished, over."
"Roger that. We'll meet at the rendevous point."
"Copy. Hunk out."
I knew that the meeting point was the rooftop of the Raccoon Police Department. Oh, well. I jumped on top of the platform and walked up the stairs. Before I opened the door, I pulled out my handgun, making sure it was loaded, and pushed the door open.
"Shit," I muttered
When I closed the door, I saw that this room had about five zombies inside. Looks like I'm gonna have to shoot my way out of this one. One of the zombies saw me and started to head in my direction. She would have been a beautiful lady. Now she was a jumble of rotting flesh, a victim of the Umbrella virus.
No time to mourn the ones lost. Right now, I'm looking out for one person: me. I raised my handgun and pulled the trigger. The bullet landed in between her eyes and with a soft moan, she sank to her knees and fell to the ground. This was now my chance to run. I charged across the bridge, knocking another zombie over the ledge and put two more bullets in the two undead that were standing in front of the door and left before the last two could get the chance to catch me.
After escaping that trap, I have found that I have stumbled into another. On my left, was a zombie, who, for some strange reason, was on fire. In front of me, were two more. I saw that there was enough room for me to run past them, so I went for it.
The flaming zombie lunged at me, just as I broke into a run. It fell completely on the floor, just as I zigzagged past the two zombies and down the stairs. I found myself ankle-deep in water as I heard something not too far away. I put my handgun away and went for the Magnum. I rounded the corner...
...and pulled back as a huge glob of acidic venom landed when I was moments earlier. I peeked around the corner, and saw a tarantula the size of a Saint Bernard crawling up the wall.
"I...hate...SPIDERS!" I bellowed. I raised the Desert Eagle and fired two rounds into the oversized arachnid. It fell into the water with a soft splash. There was another one coming, this time it was on the ceiling. Fuck this. I ran underneath it, dodging the glob of venom that it spat, turned the corner and shimmed up the ladder.
I stopped for a moment in order to get my bearings. I then realized that I was in the RPD kennel.
Wait a minute...the kennel? Uh-oh.
No time to waste, I dropped my Magnum onto the floor and came up with the shotgun, just as the three zombified dogs came charging. I lined them up in my sight and blasted all three back with one shot. Neither dog was getting up.
Somehow, I was feeling a strange case of deja vu as I killed those dogs. They reminded me of the dogs that were codnamed Cerebrus back at the now-destroyed Spencer Mansion. Thankfully, I wasn't there when the first outbreak had happened. I was on another assignment.
I slid my shotgun back into place and picked up my Magnum. I inched my way passed the mutts and out the door.
Another flaming zombie was coming towards me, this time from my right, while another zombie was vrawling towards me. Seeing that the burning one was a bigger threat, I put a bulled in his head and waited for the other one to come close. When it did, I crushed its skull underneath my heel.
There was another zombie lying on the floor, but it was playing possum, seeing how it always moved its head when ever I moved left or right. Just to be on the safe side, I disposed of that, and the other two zombies in the corridor before moving on.
The parking lot wasn't much easier, but it wasn't hard, either. Three of Raccoon's mutated mutts were on the prowl, and as soon as I slammed the door, they were coming at me, looking for fresh meat. Seeing that I had a lot of room, I faked all of them out and made a mad dash for the door on the opposite side of the lot. When I opened the door, the dog that was closest to me pounced, but only ended up getting a facefull of door when I slammed it in its face. Ouch.
I found mysef in another hallway. I lisened for a moment. No zombies. No dogs. Maybe I finally can get a little breathing room after almost getting killed.
Then I heard...well, it sounded like cawing.
I peeked around the corner. There were a flock of crows nearby, and another flock down the hall. No bother trying to kill them all, that's just a waste of ammo. Might as well make a run for it.
Steeling myself, I charged through the first flock of crows. They got real pissed and gave chase. I ran down the hall and rounded the corridor, heading into another hall. The crows were right behind me. I raced up the stairs.
A light tapping on the floor caught my attention. There were three dogs here, and guess who was the unlucky victim?
I beg to differ.
I pulled out my handgun and took aim. The first bullet caught the first dog in its cranium. The second dog leapy over its dead companion and charged toward me. It too fell after a bullet in the head. The third dog was coming fast. I aimed the gun and pulled the trigger.
Click.
SHIT!
Not wasting any time, I ejected the spent clip and had another in the gun just as the dog leapt.
BANG!
The dog was sent back by the force of the parabellum round that went through its skull. It landed in a heap at my feet. Cautious, I walked down the hall, until I found another door. I opened it and closed it behind me.
There was a zombie that was dressed in a RPD uniform, blood splattered all over his chest. He raised his arms, which had bite marks on them, and shambled towards me, a moan escaping from his lips. Not the one to take any chances, I pulled out my shotgun, but kept the handgun in my other hand. I raised the gun and planted a bullet in the advancing zombie. Then I entered the office.
More zombies were inside, only this time, they were scattered all over the place. Seeing that there were some piled up on the left side of the huge desk, I went right. There was a lone zombie patrolling the door, so I disposed that little problem and ran through the door.
I was greeted with the sight of a zombie three feet from me. Not even thinking, I raised the shotgun at its head and pulled the trigger. The zombie's head exploded in a geyser of red that splattered the wall behind it. I shoved my handgun into my belt and ran for the closest door, which was guarded by three more zombies.
I cocked the shotgun and aimed at the closest zombie. If I was right, then the resulting shotgun blast would take out the other two as well. I pulled the trigger. Half of the first zombie's head was blown off, and the other two were also hit. I opened the door and ran into the next room, slamming the door behind me.
By The Headcrook
Legal BS Disclaimer: All Characters are the property of Capcom. For all those who are areding my fanfic, The Mummy Returns, I'm in the process of retyping several chapters, since my disk was erased, so that puts me back. Anyway, here's a fanfic from Resident Evil 2, told from Hunk's POV. I also placed the story in two parts. I got this idea from reading Dan Birlew's Analysis on RE2 and the 4th Survivor. Send all comments and flames to headcrook@yahoo.com
Part One
"G-...G-Virus... I have to deliver it to Umbrella..."
I'm still alive. I barely made it out of the laboratory alive. That was two days ago. I guessed I must have passed out from being chased by the monster that was formerly William Birkin. Goddamn rookie. If he hadn't shot Birkin, then I wouldn't be in this mess right now.
My guess is that the monster didn't follow me, so I must be in the clear.
It was supposed to be a simple retrival mission. Now it's all about survival.
I move my arms. Nothing's broken. Same thing with my legs. Slowly, I rise to my feet from the muck and shake my head clear of the cobwebs. I looked around, remembering where I was. I still have my weapons, an H&K VP70 handgun, strapped to my side, my Desert Eagle in my holster, and my Remmington shotgun slung across my back. Thankfully my pouch that held all of my ammo wasn't soaked, otherwise I would be totally fucked, not that I'm already am in a fucked up position.
I pull out my radio and spoke into it. "Alpha Team, come in."
Static.
I spoke again. "This is Commander Hunk. Alpha Team, come in."
Static. Then a voice came through the radio. "Alpha Team, here. Report."
"Alpha Team, mission accomplished, over."
"Roger that. We'll meet at the rendevous point."
"Copy. Hunk out."
I knew that the meeting point was the rooftop of the Raccoon Police Department. Oh, well. I jumped on top of the platform and walked up the stairs. Before I opened the door, I pulled out my handgun, making sure it was loaded, and pushed the door open.
"Shit," I muttered
When I closed the door, I saw that this room had about five zombies inside. Looks like I'm gonna have to shoot my way out of this one. One of the zombies saw me and started to head in my direction. She would have been a beautiful lady. Now she was a jumble of rotting flesh, a victim of the Umbrella virus.
No time to mourn the ones lost. Right now, I'm looking out for one person: me. I raised my handgun and pulled the trigger. The bullet landed in between her eyes and with a soft moan, she sank to her knees and fell to the ground. This was now my chance to run. I charged across the bridge, knocking another zombie over the ledge and put two more bullets in the two undead that were standing in front of the door and left before the last two could get the chance to catch me.
After escaping that trap, I have found that I have stumbled into another. On my left, was a zombie, who, for some strange reason, was on fire. In front of me, were two more. I saw that there was enough room for me to run past them, so I went for it.
The flaming zombie lunged at me, just as I broke into a run. It fell completely on the floor, just as I zigzagged past the two zombies and down the stairs. I found myself ankle-deep in water as I heard something not too far away. I put my handgun away and went for the Magnum. I rounded the corner...
...and pulled back as a huge glob of acidic venom landed when I was moments earlier. I peeked around the corner, and saw a tarantula the size of a Saint Bernard crawling up the wall.
"I...hate...SPIDERS!" I bellowed. I raised the Desert Eagle and fired two rounds into the oversized arachnid. It fell into the water with a soft splash. There was another one coming, this time it was on the ceiling. Fuck this. I ran underneath it, dodging the glob of venom that it spat, turned the corner and shimmed up the ladder.
I stopped for a moment in order to get my bearings. I then realized that I was in the RPD kennel.
Wait a minute...the kennel? Uh-oh.
No time to waste, I dropped my Magnum onto the floor and came up with the shotgun, just as the three zombified dogs came charging. I lined them up in my sight and blasted all three back with one shot. Neither dog was getting up.
Somehow, I was feeling a strange case of deja vu as I killed those dogs. They reminded me of the dogs that were codnamed Cerebrus back at the now-destroyed Spencer Mansion. Thankfully, I wasn't there when the first outbreak had happened. I was on another assignment.
I slid my shotgun back into place and picked up my Magnum. I inched my way passed the mutts and out the door.
Another flaming zombie was coming towards me, this time from my right, while another zombie was vrawling towards me. Seeing that the burning one was a bigger threat, I put a bulled in his head and waited for the other one to come close. When it did, I crushed its skull underneath my heel.
There was another zombie lying on the floor, but it was playing possum, seeing how it always moved its head when ever I moved left or right. Just to be on the safe side, I disposed of that, and the other two zombies in the corridor before moving on.
The parking lot wasn't much easier, but it wasn't hard, either. Three of Raccoon's mutated mutts were on the prowl, and as soon as I slammed the door, they were coming at me, looking for fresh meat. Seeing that I had a lot of room, I faked all of them out and made a mad dash for the door on the opposite side of the lot. When I opened the door, the dog that was closest to me pounced, but only ended up getting a facefull of door when I slammed it in its face. Ouch.
I found mysef in another hallway. I lisened for a moment. No zombies. No dogs. Maybe I finally can get a little breathing room after almost getting killed.
Then I heard...well, it sounded like cawing.
I peeked around the corner. There were a flock of crows nearby, and another flock down the hall. No bother trying to kill them all, that's just a waste of ammo. Might as well make a run for it.
Steeling myself, I charged through the first flock of crows. They got real pissed and gave chase. I ran down the hall and rounded the corridor, heading into another hall. The crows were right behind me. I raced up the stairs.
A light tapping on the floor caught my attention. There were three dogs here, and guess who was the unlucky victim?
I beg to differ.
I pulled out my handgun and took aim. The first bullet caught the first dog in its cranium. The second dog leapy over its dead companion and charged toward me. It too fell after a bullet in the head. The third dog was coming fast. I aimed the gun and pulled the trigger.
Click.
SHIT!
Not wasting any time, I ejected the spent clip and had another in the gun just as the dog leapt.
BANG!
The dog was sent back by the force of the parabellum round that went through its skull. It landed in a heap at my feet. Cautious, I walked down the hall, until I found another door. I opened it and closed it behind me.
There was a zombie that was dressed in a RPD uniform, blood splattered all over his chest. He raised his arms, which had bite marks on them, and shambled towards me, a moan escaping from his lips. Not the one to take any chances, I pulled out my shotgun, but kept the handgun in my other hand. I raised the gun and planted a bullet in the advancing zombie. Then I entered the office.
More zombies were inside, only this time, they were scattered all over the place. Seeing that there were some piled up on the left side of the huge desk, I went right. There was a lone zombie patrolling the door, so I disposed that little problem and ran through the door.
I was greeted with the sight of a zombie three feet from me. Not even thinking, I raised the shotgun at its head and pulled the trigger. The zombie's head exploded in a geyser of red that splattered the wall behind it. I shoved my handgun into my belt and ran for the closest door, which was guarded by three more zombies.
I cocked the shotgun and aimed at the closest zombie. If I was right, then the resulting shotgun blast would take out the other two as well. I pulled the trigger. Half of the first zombie's head was blown off, and the other two were also hit. I opened the door and ran into the next room, slamming the door behind me.