The radio box fuzzed and crackled as Leon fiddled and tweaked with the device in order to receive a wider signal range but it was useless "Great, the radios out." "My bike" Claire thought to herself "What the hell was going on back there?" "I don't know, I just went into the diner, and the whole place went insane! What are you, a cop or something?" "Name's Leon Kennedy, first day on the job, great huh?" "My name's Claire, Claire Redfield. I came to find my brother Chris!" the jeep's engine rumbled and growled; the wheels clanked over another manhole lid down the damp and gritty roads leaving newspapers to flutter about, as they quickly turned the corner into the next street passing the huge plaza complex.
Leon kept his eyes on the road wondering when the next idiot would walk into the road ahead of them "Claire, could you open the glove compartment?" she opened the glove box to see a hefty looking Kendo issued Beretta "A gun? Is this yours?" "It's a spare, like to keep one handy! Take it!" Claire didn't hesitate to take the gun out and have a good look at it, feeling the weight; the safety catch was left on semi "Where is everybody? Where are all the cops in this city?" asking to soon Leon noticed the road block of abandoned vehicles ahead, they were forced to slow down, the wheels squeaked as they came to a gradual stop, he looked over his steering wheel at the flaming mass of car wrecks.
The jeeps wheels sat over a section of the road with tram lines, Leon and Claire looked on at the various army trucks and news vans parked all over the road, soon noticing flashing lights as they looked toward the Raccoon City Hospital entrance where there was a squad car and two police bikes with their lights still flashing. "Finally some law enforcement." Both doors clicked open one after the other as Leon and Claire stepped back out onto the street, they could still see the orange glow from the burning wrecks that went on for miles almost to the cities limits. "Do you really think this is a good idea us being out here in the open?" Claire asked with a nervous tone in her voice, Leon didn't answer her but took caution as he looked around holding his gun out with both hands barrel face down, Claire tucked a line of hair behind her ear as she followed him through the broken set of automatic doors.
Instead of a warm gust of air you would normally be welcomed by, there was just a cold empty feeling as they came inside the building, the flashing light from the police bikes outside bounced off the walls in a frenzy. "Where did everyone go?" Claire asked looking at the beds and wheelchairs left all over the place carelessly "I don't know." Leon answered as he wandered over to the reception desk but couldn't see anyone. Not the noticing the blood stained telephone on the other side of the desk hanging off its hook "Hello?" Leon shouted as he took a quick look at the signing in book on top of the desk itself, their attention was suddenly caught by the sound of elevator doors opening.
Although there were no working lights at the far end of the corridor so they were unable to see whoever would come out of the lift "Hello is somebody down there?" Leon asked as Claire wandered up beside him, there was no answer but they could a shape slowly come down the hall toward them through the darkness "Hey..." Leon said hoping he would this time get an answer but there was nothing, the man didn't say anything except just walk toward them stumbling past the mop bucket, Leon glared onward anxiously as he grew closer "Are you alright?" they still didn't get a reply "Did you hear what I just said?"
Claire frowned noticing his clumsy habit of stumbling into things; Leon spotted a bed beside him noticing the dead body lying on it, he examined it with a silent look of horror "I think we should go" Claire said in a tone of angst; the man reached for the bed as if he was trying to pull the body off it "What are you... " Leon suddenly had to struggle with the man who kept trying to grab the child off the bed and snarled "What the hell's wrong with you?" the man quickly looked up at Leon and snarled trying to grab him and bite him "What are you get off me!" Leon found himself having to wrestle with the man, looking into his weird dilated pupils and badly decayed teeth "Claire!" he cried for her help while struggling with the man and trying to reach for his own gun at the same time "Get off him, get look I'll shoot!" she warned the man before putting one in his shoulder, with that the man shuddered back and blood ran out from the bullet hole but staggered toward them again didn't hesitate as she shot him again twice and there was a look of shock on her face having to blink from the guns powerful recoil, she shot him once again before he went down, the man crashed to the floor on his back, his head smacked the floor harshly.
"What was wrong with him?" she asked "I don't know...I don't know!" Leon answered still shocked himself before walking over to the bed in which the body lay on and examined for a pulse but there wasn't one, Leon put his head against the boys' chest listening for a heartbeat but his heart had stopped beating. He stood up again " He's dead!" Claire looked at the young man in pity and looked at Leon again whose eyes seemed to be focused on something else " What's that?" Leon asked as she turned around to a black shape on the ceiling, she gasped as all she saw in one blink was a glint of its teeth "Leon..." suddenly another one appeared within the shadows of the stair case a few feet from where they were standing, they could just see its white eyes staring at them, Leon moved Claire out of the way just within a second as another one lunged down at them from above.
It had snuck in through the ceiling grid, and dropped to the floor so there was no choice but to run, Leon pushed Claire in from as he looked back to see the thing give chase "It's gaining on us.'' Claire cried as the two of them kept glancing back every few seconds to see the unidentifiable creature give chase, it used its fists to get across the floor like a gorilla charging after them. They gasped suddenly as a door opened and another face appeared "In here, hurry!" without hesitation they did as he siad quickly rushing through the door, the man fired a few shots to ward the creature off, the unidentifiable hulking black shape raised its arms and quickly leaped up into the ceiling again. The door slammed shut and a huge bar was slid across the front to keep the door locked, Leon and Claire had to rest for a minute or so, the man looked at them, he was with somebody else, Claire gave a returning glance at them both, the other man walked over to her "Alright take it easy were safe in here!" Leon looked at the man standing by the door; he wore a security guards jacket "Are you alright?" He asked "Yeah, I'm fine!"
"Are you really alright?" asking again to make sure "Yes, I'm okay!" Leon answered again, frowning before he stood up straight again "What the hell were those things?" "I wish i knew...they were waiting for us when we came in, that's when we hid in here!" "Things are all over this Goddamn hospital! Sneaky bastards too!" the man in a doctors coat said, he spoke with a distinctive English accent.
"They like to hide in the ceilings, they prefer to try and get at you from above, make's an easier kill for them I suppose!" Leon frowned at him "What? Will someone tell me what the hell is going on?" a confused Leon said "Let me guess you're not from around here are you?" "No, look who are you people?" "Timothy Grahams, he's Mark... security guard." He answered in slightly raspy tone of voice trying to keep quiet "You're a doctor?" "I am." Leon seemed to understand "You?" Leon Kennedy, I was transferred to this cities precinct.'' ''Claire...Redfield.'' ''I kinda bumped into her on my way into the city!" "You sure picked a good time!" Marks voice boomed as he sat down pulling out a match to light his cigar
"There's only time for small introductions, as you can see we're in kind of a predicament!" Grahams looked at Leon for a moment "Where are all the police in this town?'' ''You don't know...'' Leon frowned about to speak but got distracted by a scuffling sound coming from above them in the ceiling, Grahams looked up in dismay "They're back they know were in here!" Mark sat smoking his cigar but raised his eyebrows as he looked up at the ceilings "Save the chit chat." He said with the cigar still between his teeth before rising to his feet "We gotta go now." "Where?" "Over there, the window!'' Marks voice boomed, "We'll be safer out on the streets, at least from them, do you have a car or something?" "Yeah, outside" "Well then let's go!" "Wait " they could hear rustling and heavy bumping coming from the ceiling! "C'mon, c'mon" Graham said as they followed each other through the side window, which Mark and opened, Leon paused for a minute as he saw a large fist punch the glass through a part of one of the windows in the back office and a long gangly arm slowly reach for the door knob
"Leon c'mon!" Claire shouted as she clambered out of the window, he ran toward the window just as the door burst open and an unsightly black shape stood in the doorway. Leon hurried out of the window chasing after the others; fire from the flaming wrecks reflected their shadows on the wall at the side of the building as they hurried toward the other end of the alley. The others followed Leon back to the jeep, doors and slammed shut again as the car frantically reversed and sped turning into the next alley onward.
The car quickly raced through the narrow alley passing apartment blocks and rusted tipped up bins, as the back tires splashed through rain puddle filled pot holes, soaking newspaper pages flew all over the place one with its headline entitled: THE DEAD WALK!
The Jeep screeched back out onto the main road disappearing into the night, unbeknownst to them a huge tanker crashed through the wreckage in raging pursuit of them. "Will somebody tell me what the hell's going on in this place?" Leon asked with his eyes fixed on the road ahead, Mark was riding shotgun and held onto the coat handle above him as Leon was driving quite fast "The truth?" Grahams asked Leon who nodded at through the rear view mirror while he anxiously lit up another cigarette "We don't know."
The jeep rumbled through the next street, the street lamp reflections bounced off the wheels alloys, the lights in most of the buildings still seemed to be on, unbeknownst to them as the jeep cruised past a ravaged area of the city, lob sided street lamps, cars left parked all over the side walk as well as the road. Claire looked at her gun for a second trying make sense of the last half an hours events, all she could think about was her brother "Something to do with Umbrella." "There was an accident at one their labs, outside of the city, it's uncertain what they were doing out there, but something got out, this new drug they were working on and then things started to happen " "Umbrella the pharmaceutical company?" Leon asked..
"You heard the stories everyone did." "People started to go missing, weird accidents at work, and reports of unusual animal attacks, some even fatal. It all got too much the city just fell apart, and that's up to now!" "Why didn't you just get out?" Leon asked,
"Because we couldn't after this thing broke out and spread like the plague the government weren't willing to take that risk and had the city under quarantine!" "Some say Umbrella is responsible!" Mark interrupted "Maybe we are the only survivors!" Leon looked at them for a minute, Claire's eyes quickly caught something in the road "Look out!" Leon's eyes switched to the road just as the head beams caught a rather unsightly figure standing in the road, and suddenly had to swerve to avoid running him down, the jeep growled angrily as the wet roads caused the tires to screech all over the place, just before crashing bonnet first into a power pole.
Leon grabbed the back of his neck for moment from whiplash "Is everybody okay?" he asked as he looked back to see the rest of them were still in one in one piece "Oh Shit!" Mark shouted as he saw the tanker through the rear view come straight at them "Everybody out!" without argument everyone bailed out of each side of the jeep just as the bloody great beast smashed right into Leon's jeep followed by a huge explosion.
Leon and Grahams dived aside as Claire and Mark the other, they got up holding their arms up to shield their faces from the immense heat "Leon..." Claire shouted "We're okay just head to the police station we'll meet you there!" "Right!" she answered as she held her arm up to shield her face from the fires excessive heat, she and Mark set off for the precinct, whilst on the other side Leon and Grahams disappeared into the night just as everything did in Raccoon City, now alone and on foot they have to stick together if they were to get through the night alive and in one piece. Their nightmare was only just beginning.
The sound of roaring flames that danced and flickered wildly seemed to grow fainter as Leon and Grahams headed into the unknown progressing further on down the dark street! They headed through the alley gap in between two buildings, passing overflowing garbage cans and other unwanted rubbish all over the ground, and Leon started to feel the cold unwelcoming aura of evil surrounding him kicking an old used can aside.
A cruel emptiness as the ominous wind blew over the top of buildings, towering over the wreck filled roads, the thought of it all gave those shivers in their minds! Meanwhile, Mark took the lead while Claire followed treading carefully as the two of them moved swiftly on with caution, down the street past a line of untouched cars inside a showroom where surprisingly enough nothing had been disturbed. Stores were closed down, steel shutters covered windows with the exception of graffiti on some of the walls, it made up for what the opposing lacked!
Crushed beer cans and coffee cups were scattered across the road and there was a ghostly wind as rubbish and newspaper pages fluttered about while cars with either smashed windows or crushed bonnets were left parked all over the road, and the street lights were out in this area, allowing the darkness to spread creating an all-round eerie atmosphere. Claire almost tripped over a turned up garbage can lying in the road by the back wheels of an abandoned garbage truck
"Stay close." Mark urged as covered the area ahead of Claire but kept looking back momentarily checking on her to see if she was okay! They saw some of the headlines in numerous pages in the road "VIRUS SPREADS!" "RACCOON CITY EPIDEMIC" "GOVERNMENT TASK FORCE PLAN FAILS" "THE DEAD WALK!" there were other articles and bits of torn pages from the tabloids but they were illegible, stained by rain water from the night before, Mark saw a city bus sandwiched in between a couple of totaled army trucks on one side and several cars on the other side smacking-dab in the middle of the cross road cutting off any access to the other streets "Which way is it!" Claire asked Mark who had to look around for a second "All the roads are cut off the only way to the other side is through that bus!" "Great!" Claire answered with enthusiastic sarcasm.
Mark looked at the lights still on inside the bus with uncertainty "Lets go!" the two of them jogged a few yards across the street toward the barrier, while some buildings were short others grew taller, but the wreck was surrounded by variously sized buildings on each corner! There was an enormous plasma screen billboard on the side of the tallest building to the left, the flashing advertisements were still running, the first one was a fast food advert before it switched to an advert of Umbrellas newest product "Nuvergen" and there was a picture of a female model. "What about that way?"
Claire asked looking toward the smoking alleyway across from them "It's too dangerous." Mark answered as Claire noticed shadows stumbling about! The billboard strip on the side of the bus was worn and badly faded, Mark pulled the stiff door aside for him and Claire to get inside, once in he quickly pulled the creaky door shut again. They already had their guns out to be somewhat prepared for whatever, there was horrid smell lingering around the bus, Claire looked on to see corpses left to rot in their seats
"Oh my god!" She said trying not vomit, Mark looked around disgusted by the smell yet not prompted to throw up as he had a stronger stomach, the bus driver was positioned firmly in his seat, his body had stiffened and there was a petrified look on his face, and his hands were still around the steering wheel. The windscreen had a huge blood spattered crack, and the other bodies had become stiff too, a man in a suit still held a dust covered briefcase in his lap while a woman sat half slung over the edge of the seat further at the back "What happened to these people?" "It's the virus some survived others didn't!" Claire looked at him as he walked through the isle, thinking his words seemed a tad on the harsh side, you could see the reflections of the people inside against the window and the darkness outside, there was a box of bullets poking out of the dead police officers breast pocket "I found some more bullets!" "Take them, he won't need them." Mark said to Claire in a seemingly harsh disregard.
She took the unopened box of bullets and tucked them into her left jeans pocket; Mark stood by the door for a second and looked out into the street, the rusty hinged door creaked as Mark had use his strength to pull the stiff thing open, Mark stepped out into the street welcomed by the cool breeze, Claire followed. There were broken glass bottles around his feet and worn unwanted shreds of clothes were blown across the road, there was an orange glow coming from the rooftop of one of the buildings as fires continued to flicker on the other side. Mark looked around and classed the area safe enough for him to put his gun away again, but he was confused at how suspiciously empty the city was "Where did they all go?" Mark wondered "Who?" Claire asked "Them!" he gave her as simple an answer as any!
Leon's shadow stretched up the wall as he and Grahams moved cautiously down the narrow side street, "Through here." Grahams said as he guided them both safely, there was a big sign hanging above them within the market stalls near the back alley, which said 'Promenade' as they came out onto a wide-set passage of steps welcomed by the gentle sound of water running from the head of the memorial fountain, there were a line of posh restaurants and cafe's down one side which were partitioned by a series of railings.
The lights were off in most of the restaurants apart from various candle lamps sitting on the elegantly set tables burning and flickering in the wind, and a chain of wrought iron streetlamps, plates and utensils had been smashed and left flung all over the place, chairs and tables had been turned up. Some of the other tables had bloody hand smears over them; the specials board had been wiped off but was smudged with smartly faded chalk, bodies still sat cold and dead in their chairs, a dozen roses lay flung on the floor next to one of them all withered and shriveled up. A big clock stood in the center of the promenade boxed in by plants and shrubbery, the clock face was glowing neon yellow but the fingers were no longer moving as the time had stopped.
Closer toward the next set of steps of steps further out toward the arcade they passed several phone booths, Leon stooped to check one of them putting the phone against his ear but, the line was dead "Great." He said dropping it again in disappointment glancing at Grahams for a second noticing the arcade was in shambles! Phone books lay slung all over the floor; pages lay soaked, torn and scattered about from the wind "This is getting weird where the hell is everyone?"
"We're almost there." Grahams said trying to ignore Leon's growing concern, still wearing his doctors coat you could hear the worry behind his voice, the suit he was wearing underneath looked a few days old and his tie knot was slack. The wind blew through his grayish brown hair and there were signs of aging around his stubbly face, though still managed to retain a somewhat handsome laid-back stature about him, almost equal to Leon in height give or take an inch or two, Leon being roughly six feet while Grahams was just under.
Things were eerily quiet as the two of them wandered through the arcade footpaths, apart from the sound of gushing water coming from the fountain back in the promenade, a couple of sitting benches sat around the tall clock pillar in the middle of the square. Everywhere was closed up or abandoned which, seemed to be mostly clothes boutiques, gift stores and retail outlets; rats quietly scurried around the crushed or burst cans of soda surrounding the soft drinks vending machine while some of the vintage wall lamps blinked and fizzled.
More newspaper pages fluttered through Leon's feet as he and Grahams progressed further on, feeling the small but ominous breeze! "So far so creepy" Leon said as the sound of the ominous wind added tension to the already spooky atmosphere "How did it get like this?" "It's the virus, few were lucky enough to escape this city while you could still call it one, some just died while most" suddenly there was a loud smash as if somewhere had been broken into "What the hell was that?" "Look, we better get moving if we wanna get to the police station in one piece!" Leon knowingly agreed and they too could now see the lights peering just over the other building not far in the distance.
A small torch shone around into the surplus store through the now smashed window, Mark stepped over the window frame as he came into the store "C'mon!" he said calmly as he helped Claire step in through the broken window, they were in one of the larger stores selling hardware and the like. This place out of just a few hadn't been looted as there were no other signs of forced entry and nothing had been broken except the window "Where are we going!" Claire asked, "There's a back alley cut-through that leads through the street toward the police station, it's safer than the streets! Besides, I'd rather be in here than out there!"
Claire pulled out her hefty weapon to, the size and design of it almost dwarfed her hand but it made her feel all that much safer, she pulled the tail back with her thumb "Used a gun before?" Mark asked Claire "I've seen them used enough times to know how to use one myself, my brother was a cop here!" suddenly there was a noise coming from the back, Mark clicked his gun onto auto "What the hell was that?" Claire asked as she followed Mark toward the direction of the shuffling sound "Stay behind me!" the shuffling grew louder as they got closer toward the side counter at the end of the room, even though the place was dark and the lights were out, you could see all the shelves and glass cabinets stocked with large toolboxes, and petrol chainsaws and what not, as well as hard hats, garden tools, and overalls etc neatly stored up on hangers and hooks.
There was a hexagon shaped troth full of baseball bats, Mark quickly took one out as he wandered into the shadows of the pitch black storeroom and held it firmly in one hand while his gun was in the other, suddenly a shape popped up from behind the desk armed with a shotgun followed by a chick' chick as he pumped the gauge "Freeze!" the man growled "Whoa, wait, wait don't shoot we're alive!" Claire said to the man standing behind the counter, he was relatively short, maybe around five foot and five inches "Who are you, what are you doing here?" "Trying to get to the police station, look..." Mark said before he was suddenly interrupted "You broke in! You bastards broke my window; great now those things are gonna get in here.'' ''So much for hiding..."
"I thought everybody else was gone...that or dead?" "Looks like I missed it when they were handing out invitations, what did you say? You're heading to the police station?" "We're supposed to meet a few others there!" Mark said trying not to intensify an already intense situation "What the hell would you wanna go there for, last cops in this city are all dead" the man ranted "Look, we're trying to gather the remaining survivors and get out of this city!"
"Nobodies getting out of this City alive, those things are all over the place!" "Clearly" Claire said interrupting "I'm not leaving this Goddamn City and neither are you, those bastards made sure of that!" "What do you mean?" "Wake up, will you? Everyone's dead, you think if I could get outta the City I'd be in here...hiding?" suddenly distant moans from outside in the streets, zombies stirred and began to appear from all corners of the darkness, staggering about aimlessly while others had sniffed out the humans inside and began stumbling in
"My window, what did I tell ya? You bastards think you can just come in here?" Claire and Mark looked to see the zombies coming through "Come with us!" Claire urged "He's insane, we've gotta go!" Mark said puling her awaythe man glanced at them for a moment as he pumped his shotgun again and climbed over the desk counter "Come for a free meal? Well not me, not me!" he growled as he aimed about wildly with his shotgun while the window became thickened with shapes "Go on, you wanna live? Then go on, get out now!" Mark glanced back one last time "Not me, not me!" the man kept growling as he let off randomm shotgun shells, Claire pulled Mark leaving the man to fight alone, there was nothing they could do.
The two of them rushed down the steps toward the black oak door and burst outside into the rear end of the building. Garbage cans were stuffed with bags of rubbish, and there was an open delivery van blocking the left end of the of the alleyway, Mark was confused for one short moment trying to remember his bearings and which way it was to the police station " Up Here!" Mark urged as they rushed down the other end ad hurried up the narrow set of concrete steps leading back out onto the streets, just reaching the top there was a loud bang followed by a loud scream of pain coming from back inside the store "Huh..." Mark turned back to see the van suddenly screech off angrily down the alley!
They could see the police lights gleaming overhead of one of the other buildings, orange glows came from the street lamps situated around most of the sidewalks, and there was an ominous wind blowing into the derelict apartment building which they had passed as they hurried along the platform toward the other stairs at the other end going down again.
Their feet clanked and clomped down the steps as they came gradually stepping out into the rear alley near a set of concrete steps that went up again, cars were parked up normally on the street, there was a faint bustling sound from the towering buildings to the left of them, the street was wide and would normally be swarming with people from all walks of life. Mark and Claire cautiously wandered up the steps out into the wider street, more street lamps stood at the other end of the street corners and glowed a distinctive urban orange, the rest of the vastness that was Raccoon City and its towering buildings as far as the eye could see, lit up like a thousand eyes, it was a blur or like an oil painting in the long distance surrounded by sounds of bustling yet eerie gusts of wind and the constant glow from thousands of other street lights as well as traffic lights to of course.
Several cars had crashed up into the side of a building at the end of the road and had crushed into each other covered in a huge roar of flames, a police bike was sandwiched between two parked cars, Claire's eyes almost popped out her eyeball sockets "Finally, some decent wheels, c'mon!" she said to Mark as she confidently strolled over to the rather hefty looking but somewhat attractive two wheeled vehicle which was black with white stripes along the sides and had 'R.P.D' on the front beneath the windshield, the slim waist retained a hefty bottom as it held two black containers on either side and the top heavy, with police lights, Claire was in her element and had a thing about bikes "Hello, gorgeous " Mark slightly surprised at Claire's sudden burst of motivation, watched her work
"Man, what you think this is? Six hundred? Nah, this has gotta be 750 at least!" she struggled but managed to rip the ignition panel off and examine the wires so she could hotwire it, Mark looked around for a few moments to make sure the streets were safe long enough for Claire to get the bike started. She stuck the blue and yellow wires together and with a couple of twitches the bikes engine started up with a heavy rumble, she sat on the beast, Mark sat on the back and put his hands around her waist.
The head beams clicked on as Claire wrapped her fingers around the left handle and revved up the bikes gears to get the engine warm, and quickly flicked her hair back, the bike slowly rolled out from between the cars out into the road, the gears still revving, she was about to turn on the police lights "No, we don't want the whole city on our ass!" "Let's get to that police station!" Claire said just as the bike sped off, its hefty engine rumbling down the road through the cities rundown streets and desolate roads into the fiery distance.
The buildings clock tower held dominance over the square opposing it, there was a resounding metal creak as the double gates were pushed open "We're here!" Grahams said with the sound of relief in his voice, Leon looked to see several blue and white squad cars parked up outside the precinct, the building was huge and the center construct was supported by a crescent shaped tower at least twelve stories high on either side. The clock tower itself sat over the top of the entire station, the huge glass four-door entrance had RACCOON CITY POLICE DEPARTMENT, Leon
thought for a moment as the lights in the building were still on. The main glass door creaked loudly as it was pushed open and Leon entered with Grahams into the well-carpeted reception lobby "Hello?" Leon asked but there was no reply and there was nobody in the reception area "Anybody here?" Leon cried again as he clomped down the steps, the reception area was a large ring shaped desk in the center of the room which sat directly over a huge blue and gold rimmed insignia of the R.P.D. swivel chairs and various computer terminals sat on the inside of the reception area.
A heavy goods loading cart sat at the side of the desk at the far end next to couple of half opened supply boxes, probably stationery orders and what not, the invoice sheet sat on the desk but was left unsigned. Obviously the evacuation if there was one, it was probably done in a hurry, Graham went around the other side of the desk to see if he could find anything that would help them get away.
He noticed an open drawer underneath the desk of one a terminal and saw a gun inside, it was a semi-automatic Sig-pro police registered issue, the word "police" and the serial number was etched deeply into the guns black finish, jumping out of his skin as a hand slammed a small box of kendo bullets down on the table. "Take them!" Said Leon glancing at him "Thanks." Graham took the gun and grabbing the bullets he checked the magazine "You know how use that thing?"
"There are still other officers in here somewhere, alive!" "How can you be so sure?" "There was a rumor that the surviving S.T.A.R.S members left the city to try and get the word out, to expose Umbrella!" "S.T.A.R.S, I thought they were all dead!" Leon wondered as Grahams smiled and shook his head "Rumor. Truth- they left for europe...just hope the others made it!" Despite the current situation the place seemed to retain a warm silence; the portable heater unit sitting on the desk had been left on as well as the two computers facing the back the wall with files sitting on one of the lower desks.
The visitor's book sat on top with pen resting between the center punches. Leon looked in awe at how vast the lobby was and how much more empty it seemed without the constant of chattering officers and various policemen and women marching up and down the halls to their duties, Grahams looked through the glass doors at the horrific state Raccoon City was left in. Leon placed his gun on the desk for a minute as he came around into the reception area to check the books, suddenly he froze at the sight of the dead officers body lying at his feet "Oh my..." the bodies head was missing and a large pool of bleeped seeped from it's severed neck, Grahams could only look away trying to avoid bringing his breakfast back up but suddenly a loud clattering came from one the rooms down the east hall
"Stay here!" Leon said firmly to Grahams who didn't argue as Leon grabbing his gun again went toward the northward steps into the east hall and went through the light set of double glass doors to the left just a few feet away from the reception desk, maybe there would be somebody on the other side, whether they were dead or alive. Holding his hefty Beretta face down, Leon's heart skipped a beat as his hand reached for the doorknob before slowly turning it clockwise, he came into the large office room and quickly clicked the door shut firmly behind him followed by a sudden gun click sound from the far left side of the room where a police officer lay on the floor propped against a tall locker, he had his gun pointed at Leon who looked just as surprised as the man was to see him.
The police motorbike rumbled loudly as faint smoke wisped out from the exhaust under the left side of the bikes suspension, Claire turned again into the narrower road leading toward a big car park joined right next to the police station, the bikes wheel bounced up the ramp causing sparks to spit from the rear end for a moment. The booming exhaust caused the hefty engine to roar, as Claire turned up into the next ram! She slowed down allowing the parking lots bright lights glimmer over the bikes seemingly glossy black finish and bounce different reflections off the inner chromes well-polished alloys, as they scoped out the car park trying to see which way would be the safest route into the police station.
Numerous police cars were parked on higher levels, there were several squad cars parked in assigned spaces, a commercial jeep was left parked sideways next to a blue S.W.A.T van which still had its sirens flashing. The sirens flashing lights bounced around the walls, the S.W.A.T vans rear doors were left open and you could see the weapon racks inside, a few black helmets and a pair of blood spattered goggles were all that sat inside the vehicle.
Coming out onto the main section of the rooftop there was a sudden feeling of exposure, as the ominous breeze blew through Claire's hair and muted out the bikes engine as she slowed down to a gradual stop looking around for a few spare moments. There was a small rooftop access building a few yards away from them with set of double fire doors leading into the stairway corridor, the lift doors were at the side of the building; Claire drove toward the building with a small hint of doubt in the back of her mind.
The war veteran began to show through Marks tough exterior, of whom was already off the bike, his privileged height made him the obvious choice for a security guard "I wonder if the others made it?" Claire thought to her self before she calmly brought the bike about to park it up and kicked the peg stand down before climbing off herself "Hurry up!" Mark said urging her to keep close-by, without warning there was a startlingly loud rumble as an enormous Chinook flew overhead and hovered above them shining its search light down onto the parking lot "You, on the motorcycle you are trespassing in a restricted area, please identify yourself!"
Mark looked up to see the Chinook, on the side it said "national aid U.B.C.S" "Shit!" with that, several ropes were thrown out of the side and several or more shapes slid down them and their metal boots hit the concrete floor with a heavy a thud, all guns were aimed at them both who found themselves covered in red dots. The soldiers' helmets turned white as they closed in beneath the choppers blinding lights. One of them signal waved the chopper away, the other soldiers still had their guns pointed at them both "Who are you people? You're trespassing inside a class #3 viral hazard sector' this is a restricted area! Identify yourselves right the hell now!" "Wait! Look, we're just civilians!" "Who are you?" The soldier in charge asked as his group marched toward them aggressively
"I'm Mark Wilkins, this is Claire, Redfield!" "You're either stupid or just have shitty luck.'' "We're just trying to find a way out of here!There are more survivors.'' the soldier listened briefly "The last evacuation move left the city hours ago; anyone who got left behind would all be dead by now!" "Obviously they were wrong!" "Well congratulations, you've just breeched a highly contagious sector of this city, god knows which one of you may be infected, you're a major risk to my men!" the soldier in charge said firmly in a slightly distorted voice through his helmet, he and his men were all dressed in special black ops gear with protective shoulder and knee padding, as well as the hefty looking cavlars strapped comfortably across their torsos and special gas hazard helmets on with goggles which shone a neon green.
All of them had U.B.C.S and the Umbrellasign on each shoulder "Alright, I want them both put into custody!" "Wait a minute?" "Until we can decipher which one of you if not both, are infected; you're both being placed under arrest!" "Sir..." "I know!" "What do you mean, if were infected? We're not bit, last time I checked " Mark thought somewhat panicked "The virus in this area had gone airborne; it's likely the air inside your lungs contains traces of the virus!" one of the soldiers explained,Claire had her gun taken off her as a soldier handled her carelessly "Get your hands off me"
There was a sudden heavy stomping as a large figure approached "What kind of operation are you people running here?" Claire asked with her hands up "Quiet!" two soldiers came toward them to cuff them both "Sir we shouldn't stick around for to long, approached this place is crawling with activity!" a soldier said "What are you picking up?" another asked "Forty-six percent and rising sir " his comrade answered reading the bio-scanner "How's that possible, if this area is contained already?" unbeknownst to them the hulking figure grew close, its shadow stretched across the moonlight covered rooftop, there was no interval or time for introduction as the tall sinister figure stomped toward them and the barrel end of a gattling gun hung mere inches from the floor, the tail end of his over coat rippled off the back of his legs.
It's huge hand picked up a corpse up from the ground suddenly tossing it across the rooftop before it tumbled into the soldiers caught off gaurd before spotting the huge figure "Jesus!" the others soldiers panicked, followed by a sudden growl and a burst of gun fire that tore through the first soldier in sight, collapsed to the floor riddled with smoking bullet holes.
Again a short silence was quickly followed by a rising ping, as the gattling gun revolved with a booming chatter of bullets, the Captain ran for cover while the rest of his soldiers didn't stand a chance as bullets flew through their armor like butter, Claire ran for cover as did Mark who scattered trying to avoid its direct line of fire. "Claire!" he was unable to see where she was amidst the fight, she was hidden behind the back wall of the fire exit managing to pick free from her restraints, Mark looked around unsure of what to do with himself; all the while every action was being monitored from a surveillance camera fixed onto one the roofs flood lights. It had a revolving Umbrella logo in the corner as its screen flashed momentarily from clattering gunfire "Amazing, he's taken over 52 percent of body damage but hasn't slowed at all." "NEMESIS" "Unstoppable "
The NEMESIS roared out with a sadistic glee, tearing the rooftop apart as the endless stream of bullets riddled the dancing bodies of helpless soldiers in a sadistic horror. Its face was hideously disfigured with a pale putrid complexion showing off only one eye while its other seemed to be covered over in a mess of stitches to holding decaying skin together, it didn't have any lips just salivating gums and massive gravestone teeth.
The merciless uproar of deafening gunfire did not cease as more rounds of bullets were dispersed endlessly counted down rapidly on the weapons ammo gauge. Defended by only mere arms fire nowhere near comparing to its massive power! Mark almost died as Claire grabbed him by the shoulder "How'd you cut loose?" Claire showed him her handy lock pick before helping him out of his restraints. Meanwhile the two sinister figures were still watching avidly but they had an audience who spoke amongst themselves over the noise onscreen, some more impressed than others.
"But these are Umbrella soldiers why is he attacking our men?" one man in a suit asked "Because they're expendable, understandably whoever is left inside the city is already a risk of infection and has no purpose. The NEMESIS was designed to destroy S.T.A.R.S!" another man answered who was also impeccably dressed "One or more S.T.A.R.S members must still be inside the building then, they must be mad!" "And dead as hell!" the other man said as he chortled.
The NEMESIS waved its gun about mercilessly, Claire had to keep blinking in dire shock of the noise and covered her ears from the deafening bursts of gunfire as bullets flew everywhere still somehow missing both her and Mark every time, although any retaliating gunfire had ceased indicating any possible threat to the creature was now dead or as good as.
With that its own gunfire quickly ceased leaving just a hot gun barrel and a sizzling piston, the NEMESIS paused for a moment and looked onward at the horrific mess it had caused, almost an entire mote of rubble, debris and sparse corpses lay about the rooftop in a circular mowed rim of destruction.
Slowly marching over toward them both, Mark and Claire froze as the creature growled stomping in their direction, NEMESIS observed them both towering over Mark who already stood at six feet and six inches, it could see them through its red filtered retina scanning their vitals and for any weapons but they had none. With another growl the creature lowered its weapon and turned to slowly stomp away again with heavy footsteps, the gattling gun chinked and clacked about as the leather clad beast disappeared again. Claire with Mark hurried through the stairway exit like frightened mice as the hulk like creature dissapeared into the smoke and moonlight lit carnage.