Memory of a Lost City

by Ravyn Shadowheart

Raccoon City. The mid-Western city in which events that would change the future of the entire world originated. The dreaded T-Virus, was not enough for Umbrella...next was the G-Virus. After a semi-botched retrieval of the virus, it is released through out the small city. Within hours hundreds, maybe thousands are infected. Join Claire, Leon, and Vincent as they escape a nightmare.

2. Bloodshed

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: 1/20/15
Ended: 1/25/15

AN: Chapter 2 is here! I hope everyone enjoyed chapter 1, and I hope you all enjoy chapter 2! Not much to really say here, except I hope you enjoy this chapter! Oh, and to those who say the bow gun sucks, even though it kind of does, if you're at a close range with a zombie, usually one round of bolts will do it. Using it on the dogs? Even better.

Review Reading:
The95Will: Well at least you have future reference that, if you blow a wall open, you're gonna have a bad time. Wait...hey, that wall cost me quite a couple pretty pennies! Why man, why?! And hey, he's the son of two scientists that create, research, and test biological weapons for a living. Survival mode is gonna kick on pretty quick. As for the weaponry, I'm just going for most standards in RE2. The weapons Claire and Leon have are the weapons that they'd start the game with, and get after entering the gun shop. I checked out the P226 Equinox...and it's gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous. And indeed, the situations will only rise from here. And I figured dropping in HUNK there would be a good idea because he really doesnt get a lot of face time, because, well gamewise, he was already down there. As much as I hate to reference it, Resident Evil: Operation Raccoon City helps us with that, at least on the first mission. Besides that, I still practically hate the game. And thanks man!

Grandprincessanastasiaromanov05: Really long name there...and I'm glad you liked the chapter

Supboyyyyy93: Haha I'm glad you like it so far! And I'm sure a lot of people are!

Chapter 2: Bloodshed

Me, Claire, and Leon looked towards the back door of the gun shop, and heard shambles, and the tearing of flesh. At least they were preoccupied. We continued slowly, both of my allies looking around.

"I know this place like the back of my hand...tell me something...is the path to Wilson Street blocked?" I asked spinning my gun around, like a certain member of FOXHOUND.

"From what I could tell of the signs...the neighborhood had been ravaged...why?" Leon said as I felt my heart drop. No...I fought back a sniffle to keep composure.

"My...sister..." I said with a particularly hard swallow. Then a tear dripped out.

"Oh...oh I'm so sorry!" Leon said as Claire embraced me in a motherly hug. I shook like a leaf during a hurricane. I shall keep these floodwaters retained...I have to.

"It's okay to cry." Claire said as I nodded. Then we heard a bang, and we saw shadows heading to us. Claire held her bow gun at the ready, and grinned.

"Time to see if this is as silent as you say." Claire said as a zombie popped out from around the corner. As it began limping to us, she pulled the trigger, and the bolt was ejected, flying at a high velocity, before piercing its head, making it fall back. Barely a sound at all.

Blood began pooling out, and she pulled the drawstring back, then loaded another bolt. Another one popped out, and I was the one to pull the trigger this time. Another thud, and definitely...a wet floor sign would be really useful here. Then to our surprise, the final shadow, popped out from around the corner...and slipped on the blood of his fallen comrades. We heard a loud crack...and within seconds, blood began leaking out as well.

"That works." Leon said as Claire and I high-fived. We began moving slowly across the "wet floor", and into the basketball court. One zombie was there, and as he turned, a bullet entered his head, and he dropped. I nodded, and we continued forward up the stairwell, straight ahead, and then down the next flight of stairs, back to the dumpster. I got on top, and looked around. The two I left behind remained, further down, and I then dropped first, Leon rolling forward, as I helped Claire down. She smiled and I nodded at her, as I saw Leon sneak up towards the zombies.

"What is he...?" I began asking in confusion as Claire shrugged. Well, not even she knew what he was doing.

"Surprise motherfuckers!" Leon said, as both turned, only to have the upper half of their chests torn to pieces the slug ripping through their bodies like tissue paper. The quote sounded familiar, and I stood there stunned at what just happened. Leon gave us the cheesiest grin ever, and we chuckled as we entered the next area. Where the bus was.

"There's four zombies here, at least that's how many there were last time." I said as I received a nod. I took point, and took out my knife. Turning the corner, I saw the four zombies and sighed quietly. I was hoping one fell down and broke his crown...and that one would come tumbling after. Oh well. I whistled, and caught the attention of all four of them. It was at this time that a bolt piercing two of their heads, sending them to the pavement together. I then charged forward as I shoved my knife through a zombies head, piercing the brain, making it groan softly, the other beginning to shamble to me. I pushed the now dead zombie into the other, and as he fell to the ground, began hacking at its head. Claire and Leon watched in shock, the blood spraying all over me. As I hacked the head fully off, I was shaking, my eyes wide. What the Hell just happened...? The head fell, and went to the left side, blood gently spurting from the stump called a neck.

"Are...you okay...?" Claire asked as I nodded slowly, not sure on what to really say, or do for that fact. I slowly got up, and saw the blood-stained clothing and frowned. Why had I suddenly began killing, no...eviscerating the zombie? I felt this dryness in my throat, and I shook my head. I then suddenly found a water brought infront of my face, courtesy of Leon. I cracked the seal on it, and began greedily gulping down the water, before pouring it over my face, hydrating it, waking me up, and washing some blood away. I then dropped the, now empty bottle, and wiped my face off with an unused cloth. I sighed in relief, as I turned to the bus.

"Ready?" Leon asked as I nodded opening the doors to the bus. The same two zombies were there, and Claire had quickly put two bullets into their brains. I then began searching through my pockets and found my wallet, and my iPod. I then heard a song gently playing. Listening closely, I heard it was Monster by Skillet. I then saw a young girl, wearing a white top, a set of blue jeans, along with the gentle gleam of some sort of necklace, run towards the police department side gate. Sherry!

"Sherry!" I shouted all, and I mean ALL, heads turned to me. I began running towards where I saw her, and a zombie grabbed my foot. I kicked its head off, before spin kicking another, then kicking that same zombie down. I stomped on its head, brain matter and other materials of a sort bursting free, all over the pavement. Another zombie began shambling behind me, and I grabbed one of the nearby poles, before swinging it hard. With a loud crack, as the pole hit the head of the zombie, the creature fell, blood pooling out.

"Is he...?" Claire began asking as Leon cut her off, only watching in surprise as I began taking out all of the zombies in this area. I had practically roared out as I began spearing the zombies on the end of the pole. Soon enough I had a 6-man zombie-kebab. I then raised the pole over my head, the zombies adding quite a bit of weight to it, turned the pole, so the heads were facing straight ahead. I then brought the pole down against the pavement, heads bursting, a loud ringing happening as an after effect. The zombies however absorbed most of the vibrations, the pole vibrated some in my hand still, but not as bad as it would've been if there weren't anything attached at the end. I then placed my booted foot against one of the zombies bodies, and began pulling the pole back, the bodies sliding off.

"I...don't know if I should be impressed...or scared..." Leon said with a visible frown on his face. The look Claire gave him, had her agree with the rookie cop.

"Homerun!" I shouted as I swung the pole, getting two zombie heads with it. Their numbers were diminishing. No one will EVER hurt my baby sister. I'll die before they do! That's a promise!

"Vincent! Behind yo-" Claire began saying as I turned, and had Sparta Kicked the zombie over the nearby railing, hearing a nasty splat as it landed.

"This. Is. Sparta!" I roared assuming a Leonidas-like pose. There was a quiet set of chuckles, and I grinned. Looking around...it seemed like everything was dead...but then I began looking at my handiwork. And I suddenly felt sick to my stomach. I...did all of...this...?

"Vincent...?" Claire asked placing a hand on my shoulder, as I rushed over to the railing, before puking. I closed my eyes, tears gently dripping. Once I was finished, I grabbed the water bottle Leon had given me earlier, and with the last little bit of water, cleaned out my mouth, before shoving three sticks of spearmint gum into my mouth chewing slowly. So much blood...because of me...

"Vincent?" Leon said in concern as both looked at my face. I had my head tilted down, my eyes were wide-ish and I had tears dripping down. These bodies were once human...and I snuffed out their flames, as if they were insignificant little specks below me.

(Somewhere in a hidden "Base")

"Ah-choo!" A woman sneezed as a nearby man looked up at her.

"Are you okay sister dear?" The man asked as the woman he called sister nodded.

"Yes brother. There must be a draft or something." The woman said as there was a silent giggle from the man.

"Or someone was thinking of you." The man said as the woman flushed red, in embarrassment.

"How dare they think of me like some common schoolgirl! They are beneath me! They are-" The woman had her rant cut short as the man passed her a cup of tea.

"Thank you brother." She said smiling sipping the tea.

(Back in Raccoon City)

"It's okay Vincent. As far as we know, there's no cure, and even then...now it'd be too late-" Leon said as I cut him off.

"Because I just killed them!" I sobbed out, the weight of what truly happened, crashing onto my 16 year old shoulders. I wasn't ready for this. The amount of training I could have gotten, would have never prepared me for being able to kill someone.

"No. The others began eating at their bodies already. Most of them have large holes, where you can see organs...Vincent, if there was a cure, they'd die within minutes, maybe seconds. What you're doing is probably the most humane thing. Giving these people death, is the only mercy we can give them right now. I'd rather be dead, than be a mindless, flesh-eating, moaning, shambling mess." Claire said looking directly into my eyes. I had to agree with her...maybe this was the most humane thing.

"So...who was the girl?" Leon asked as I began digging around my neck, before pulling out a golden-colored locket. Clicking it open, revealed two pictures. One of me and my family. The other of me and my sister.

"My sister, Sherry." I said with a smile. I couldn't wait to see her.

"And you think that was her?" Claire asked, as I nodded holding out my Colt M1911, and Sig Saüer P226. We entered the side gate, and I saw the four zombies and took aim. Three of them dropped with my P226, and the other dropped with the M1911. I then unloaded the magazine in my M1911, and groaned. Empty, again. I loaded the bullets into the magazine quickly, before reloading the weapon. I cocked it, and held it in my right hand, switching the P226, as my main weapon. I figured, bigger magazine, less reloads, use it as my main.

"Ready?" I asked as I received two nods, as we reached the door to the RPD, noticing the upside-down American flags flying from the poles. I inhaled, then exhaled...as I kicked the door open, guns from both allies, ready to cover my back, raised.

"Nothing...where do we start?" Claire asked as I looked around. We walked over to the computer, and Leon picked up a box of slugs. Nice find on his part. Then we heard a door open, and turned, arms raised to see an older man, with darker skin, and a neatly trimmed head of hair, wearing a RPD captains uniform, a large gash on his stomach, blood dripping out. A name tag was on his jacket. Marvin Branagh.

CHAPTER 2 END

Nothing much to say this chapter, except I hope you enjoyed it! I'm getting better, and I think my cold is almost gone. So that's good news! But I hope you all enjoy this chapter!