Resident Evil: Redemption
First Contact
The music of a city played through Green 4's ears: sirens, cars driving in the distance, and the occasional window break-in. The street was unusually dim for a city with alleys tempting the unwary to enter them. An everyday looking bar with its wooden architecture keeping up its welcoming environment presented itself before Green 4. Green 4 squinted his eyes as he looked at the bright neon sign advertising the popular officers' watering hole J's Bar.
How obnoxious.
Green 4 was in an alley and was beginning to contemplate how he was to proceed when he began to hear a ferocious drumming against a door. He focused his sights towards J's Bar's entrance noticing three ruffled, dirty, and bleeding men hammering it with an unusual expressionless rage and continued their siege with no insults or mocking responses to the bartender that laid behind the door on the other side while holding his neck with a red (Dripping?) dish towel.
Damn drunks. It's too late into the night to be fighting for a drink.
The wooden door came crashing down before the bartender leaving an expression of pure terror painted across his face. The men collapsed into the bar along with the door, squirmed on the floor for a moment, and then rose to march towards the pale bartender. The J's Bar employee's screams blanked Green 4's mind for a moment as the men tore at the man with their bare teeth. Blood sprayed onto the wooden walls and floor in a bright red shower as the three men ripped apart his flesh.
Throughout the feast, Green 4 could only stare, attempting to comprehend why such extreme measures were needed. A cultic ritual that targets helpless bartenders? Perhaps it's a certain nerve agent that targets the brain's functions?
Out of curiosity, Green 4 took slow and steady steps towards the hollow doorway as the fiends continued feasting on the man as he screamed and pleaded for them to stop. Ignoring the agent approaching them they continued biting and ravaging even towards the bone on some parts of the bartender's body. All the while they made muffled snarls and growls into the warm indulgence they partook in.
Green 4 then noticed a phone inside the bar.
A way to call the higher-ups.
Looking between the people eating the bartender and the phone Green 4 sighed. I always did like a challenge.
Attempting to slide unawares of the bloody festivities (never taking his eyes or weapon off the bar's newest patrons), Green 4's boot's patterned sole slid against the slick side of a fallen beer bottle (unbroken remarkably) and he fell over into a nearby small table knocking it over along with several empty beer bottles, a bowl of salted nuts shattering on impact with the ground into a hypnotizing dance of bouncing glass and nut, and a laptop that flashed various blinking programs and sparked after it crashed to the ground.
Cursing himself for his clumsy nature, he suddenly realized that one of the monsters was no longer focusing on the twitching employee on the ground. Green 4's brown eyes watched closely as he spotted the blood drenched man rise up and stumble toward the fallen operative.
Green 4 could tell this man was no human at all with his now closer (and more dangerous) position. The man wore a plain, unzipped jacket and jeans as any other person in Raccoon City wore, yet it was covered with a strange sea green slime and fresh blood. Looking at his face, Green 4 saw that the man was as pale as Death with just as pale eyes barely hidden behind a curtain of hair. All the while the man emitted such a monotonous moan as if he had been drugged into a trance.
The stumbling liquid movements he made put Green 4's training in motion. "Hold it right there," ordered Green 4 from the ground. The man kept walking. Green 4 yelled, "I said hold it asshole!"
Still walking.
Fuck it.
He raised his MP5 submachine gun and squeezed the trigger. The rounds impacted his chest dead center, but only staggered the man for a second as if in a daze and then continued onwards.
The hell?
Quickly Green 4 fired another barrage center mass only stopping the man for a brief moment before he continued walking with starved eyes centered on Green 4.
The others are getting up, gotta hurry.
Hurriedly, he crawled backwards with one hand and slung his empty MP5 on his back while unlatching his M9 Beretta from its holster. The gruesome man dropped down and latched onto Green 4's leg. Out of instinct, Green 4 kicked the man's face and then fired an instinctive shot at the man. He had hit the jaw letting it swing on a few last strands of muscle and after hesitating for a second dropped him after firing into his "slack-jawed" snarling face's left eye. Blood spewed out of the man's eye socket while brain matter splattered the window behind the man making J's Bar inscription indecipherable.
With an inquisitive look, Green 4 looked between the slumped body and the brain matter on the window. He smiled to himself.
Green 4 aimed the weapon's sight on the other cannibals' foreheads, pulled the trigger, and let the hot lead create a gaping hole between the eyes. Dark blood trickled out in small spurts as they crashed backwards onto the wooden floor with a thud.
Green 4 dropped his head to the ground and heaved a heavy breath. His break was cut short as a woman with one of her eye's hanging out of its socket banged on the J's Bar window.
No rest for the wicked.
Noticing the two barrels against the wall near the window, Green 4 ran over to them and began building a barricade out of them for the unprotected doorway. Bloodcurdling screams and the distant moans of monsters leaked into the bar. The chaotic orchestra only made him work faster.
That should hold for now.
Green 4 walked away from the two barrels, entered a new magazine into his MP5, and headed towards the back door looking for an exit out of the bar. While looking over the door and finding a key labeled "Staff" on the floor in front of the door, a cry broke out from a bathroom behind him.
"Help…me!"
Green 4 turned his head in the direction of the scream and then turned to open the door the in front of him, yet he stopped as the key half turned in the doorknob. "Please…help me!" Green 4 felt a strange sense of familiarity when he heard the voice though. Scratching his head furiously, Green 4 took a step towards the bathroom, stopped and turned around towards the door he was inspecting earlier, and then sighed.
Green 4 kicked in the door as he rushed into the tiled bathroom. The bathroom was no different from any other public restroom (besides J's Bar's restroom being unusually cleaner than most) with the only lighting being the ones above the mirrors and the blue neon sign next to the door.
The center-piece of the room was a young woman wearing a black singlet overlapped with a green long-sleeved jacket. She wore jeans and brown boots, yet her boots were barely visible as they were being dragged down a ground-level, opened vent. She had retrieved a broom to attack the grappling arms as she attempted to crawl herself out of the death grip.
The woman turned her head towards Green 4 and was momentarily shocked just as was he before she looked down at her leg and then back to him once more.
"Please…"
Green 4 sprung to her side and pulled her leg.
"Damn this bastard's got a good grip," grunted Green 4.
Most of the woman's leg was already through the vent, but he struggled enough to get her thigh out. Rotten hands seemed hell-bent on pulling her through that vent. Green 4 looked around for anything to help and noticed a pair of scissors surrounded by strains of hair on the edge of the sink. He quickly grabbed the scissors and repeatedly stabbed the hands until they were a bloody mess. There was little muscle mass left after Green 4 was done mutilating the hands so with a final tug both he and the young woman were finally able to pull her leg free unharmed.
They both fell back several feet away from the vent with the woman landing on top of Green 4. She looked back at the vent while Green 4 looked away awkwardly.
"Thank you," she sighed before noticing her position.
She blushed while Green 4 lightly pushed her off. While she mumbled an apology, Green 4 examined her; she was obviously Asian with short, recently trimmed brown hair and matching brown eyes.
Before she could utter a word, Green 4 got up to his feet and offered his hand.
"It's not safe here. We should leave." The woman took his hand and silently nodded to him.
They both walked out through the bar (the woman intent on not looking towards the mass of twitching bodies).
"My name is Yoko," announced Yoko trying to change the subject with hesitant eyes.
Silence.
"If you wouldn't mind," Green 4 looked at her silently," may I know your name?" Yoko dropped her down as she finished her request
Green 4 turned back as he turned the lock on the door with the staff key, contemplating whether it was safe to give her his name.
"It's Kwan."
"Well thank you again Kwan for saving my leg," she laughed quietly.
"Don't worry about it, let's keep moving," Kwan said evenly as he unlocked the door. Yoko nodded in compliance.
Leading forward, Kwan and Yoko continued to a new saga of terror.
