Apocalypse Rising Chapter 2: City of the Dead, a resident evil series fanfic

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Resident Evil or any of its contents, all credit goes to Capcom and anyone else who worked on Resident Evil. Although I am responsible for my own O.C's. Thank You.

A/N: This story of Resident Evil is in first person mode, so it takes the form of either man or woman whose description can only be made by you the reader. Also this story takes place just a few hours after the Hive was reopened, you will find some parts of the story have been blended in to roughly match that of the timeline of Resident Evil: Apocalypse the movie. But all I can ask of you is to just enjoy it. Also this is a mini-series so the chapters will be short and the story itself short as well. Thank You.

Summary: See through the eyes of one of the residents what really happened when the infection of the T-Virus spread to Raccoon City during Resident Evil: Apocalypse.

I would like to thank a close and personal friend of mine xXxKaraBeckerCutterxXx as she helped in a minor part of this chapter, and therfore this chapter is dedicated to her.

Resident Evil: Apocalypse Rising

Chapter 2

City of the Dead

It must have been well into the early hours of the morning, and didn't have a watch to know what the time was. All I know was that I was trapped in a city that was roaming with bloodthirsty creatures, a corporation that I am now beginning to have second thoughts about, and a raging war between those who were left in the city and the un-dead.

Throughout the city I could hear guns blazing, bombs raging, and screams from what I suspected were people being mauled and eaten to death by these zombies. I honestly thought this was a publicity stunt, turns out that it wasn't. I am even convinced that this is just a nightmare and I will wake up any minute now in my bed back in the real world. I even began tapping the back of hand three times and pinching myself, but no good came of it, I was living in a city full of zombies. City of the Dead: sounds like something George. A. Romero would have written and directed about for his never ending movies of Dead Series.

Still, I was alive at least.

What I needed to concentrate on now was arming myself with weapons, in case I came along any unexpected visitors.

The city was a tip, literally, everything was out of place. Cars had been smashed, battered; a school bus had crashed into a lamppost and dented the front part of the bus. Blood was smeared in many places, paper, bullet rounds had been littered all over the place, and smoke and fire seeped out of the windows of the skyscrapers of smashed windows within in the city.

As I walked through a trashed and deserted street I began prowling around a few police cars that had been left abandoned, looking for some sort of weapon to arm myself against those monsters. After rummaging through a few cars, I finally managed to find a weapon, a handgun and it was loaded, it didn't seem like much but it was something for me to keep myself armed against.

I have never held a gun before, just holding it I didn't know what to do with it, oh, I may have played a few arcade games of Time Crisis and House of the Dead, but holding arcade guns is nothing like holding a real life gun with bullets in.

For starters, I was having trouble holding it, my hand and fingers shook as I held it. I extended my forefinger onto the trigger, and rather vigorously my hand became uncontrollable to steady. I breathed heavily and pointed the gun away from me; my mind was in too many places at once, my thoughts and my conscious mind yelled at me.

'What are you doing? You have never held a proper gun before! Put it down before you kill yourself!'

'Well, at least you've got something to arm yourself against in case anything comes your way.'

'A gun? Well, it's better than anything, I would have found a much bigger gun than that, a shotgun maybe, look around the cars again and see if you can find one.'

'Wouldn't it be better if you had gone to an ammunition shop that harbours guns and that? Would be much better going to a gun shop and buying a much more bigger and powerful weapons there!'

'What happens if you accidentally shoot someone who is not a monster?'

'What happens if you run out of bullets?'

My mind was working in overdrive, something that was new to me. All these thoughts and thinking just by holding this gun was proving too much for me, who'd have thought that holding one small handgun could cause you to overthink things?

I tried to focus my attention on something else, something that would help me get my mind off of my overthinking.

I sighed, closed my eyes and tried to imagine myself in the shoes of a police officer, or something that was used to carry an offending weapon such as the one I held in my hands. This approach did nothing to settle my nerves.

'A police officer? Seriously? Do you even know what a police officer goes through?'

'Oh, good one, thinking you are a police officer. Hey! Maybe you can imagine yourself in being a superhero while you are at.'

'Okay, now you are starting to embarrass yourself.'

'What are you thinking? This isn't some arcade game, this is reality.'

'That's it! Think that this is an arcade game and you are just one of the many characters, like Agent G from The House of the Dead series!'

I sighed heavily.

How can I think that this is an arcade game? This is nothing like an arcade game, at least playing an arcade game it was easy, aim, point and shoot. But in reality, this was just heavy, it was nerve-wracking. It took me time to realize that my heart was racing like mad just even thinking about holding the gun that was still in my hand.

As I stood there, looking at the gun in my hand, I literally, for the first time in my life, had no idea what to do, my mind just went blank. What was I to do now?

~~~Resident Evil: Apocalypse Rising~~~

As the night wore on, I was surprised that I was still alive, and I had yet to run into any blood munching zombies, which was also another surprise to me. But as the night ticked on, I was becoming increasingly more alert and aware of my surroundings; I was even jumping at my own shadows now, and I was growing increasingly scared. As soon as I heard a clatter nearby or a moan, my heart would jump a beat and pound frantically against my ribcage.

What scared me more was that my mind dwindled a little and I started to realize that in between my constant day-dreaming, I would end in a completely different place as to the place I was in before. I was beginning to think that I was turning into one of those monsters. Luckily I wasn't, it was just a lack of sleep.

By this time now, whatever time it was, the city itself had become silent, well, almost silent apart from a few bullets going off in the distance, other than that it was silent. I began to wonder if I was the last one alive, but obviously I wasn't.

As I walked through the deserted streets, passing over me were a few helicopters, possibly belonging to Umbrella, I waved my arms to try and get their attention, but they didn't see me. I did notice however that they were carrying something, black boxes or cases. As I saw them pass over me, they let the cases go and I watched them fall free and into a nearby…well from where I was standing it looked like the Raccoon City Hospital.

I was curious as to why they dropped whatever was in those cases. But right now my curiosity had to wait a little while longer, or better yet, it had to wait indefinitely, I needed to get out of the city.

~~~Resident Evil: Apocalypse Rising~~~

Now I was lost, and I had no idea where to go, and I lived in Raccoon City all my life, how the hell did I get lost? Was it because of everything that was going on that caused me to lose focus on what really was important? Such as getting out of the city? Even though that was impossible seeing that Umbrella has cordoned off the whole city preventing anyone from getting in or out, so I was trapped.

With very little places to go, I had to find someplace safe to hide out for a while. But where could you go what with flesh eating zombies on the prowl? Hardly anywhere was safe, but I had to find somewhere, I needed to find someplace to stop and think clearly on what to do next.

As I walked down yet another street, and frankly I was beginning to get a splitting headache, by going down one street and into another trashed and dismantled street, well, all the streets looked the same. Nothing was recognizable anymore, just empty trashed vehicles, paper and rubbish littered everywhere and patches and pools of blood lying almost everywhere I looked.

Up ahead was a small general store, maybe there was a few things left in that shop, food maybe? I was starving. I ran and entered the shop. It was a small shop, but I was surprised when it was still full of food, drinks and other provisions. There was no one in the shop that had been left behind, so I figured that there was no point in leaving any money. The shopkeeper most likely legged it or was probably somewhere eating someone or still alive somewhere, whatever the case, that didn't matter.

I tucked the gun in the back of my trousers and scoured the shelves and grabbed my self a packet of crisps and ripped them open, Worchester Source, one of my favourite flavours. I ripped open the packet and stuffed my mouth full. I can't remember the last time I had eaten, it was hours ago. I spent so much time in running around that I hadn't exactly planned out where or what to do next, I just did whatever came into my mind and just went with the flow. But now, I had time – although I doubt time was on my hands – to think things through.

I sat down against the nearest wall and began to think through very carefully on what to do next.

For starters I needed to leave this godforsaken city and head for someplace safe, someplace out of the United States, someplace far, such as…Russia for example. But how could I escape a city which has been cordoned off when Umbrella has placed a huge wall around it?

There was the checkpoints, I could go the checkpoints and get out that way. But then that man said that the city was under quarantine and that no one was allowed to leave the city at all, which means that the hope of me getting out of this city was highly unlikely. Nigh impossible even.

Not so much of a good start in planning a way out of this city, so I was trapped, trapped in a city full of infected zombies. And with Umbrella at every checkpoints what use is there me trying to get out of this city alive?

Surely there had to be a way to get out of this city. Scaling the wall that was built around this city isn't going to be easy. Staying in the city itself was a death trap, so I can't get out of the city, and neither can I climb over the wall and away to freedom. So what other way is there to get out?

I sat back and my foot began tapping the floor automatically on its own, and I had no control over it. I stared at my foot for a while longer, but it wasn't until I noticed what it was tapping, the floor, my foot was tapping the floor itself. My mind did the maths in my head. If I couldn't go over the wall, or walk out of the city itself, then there was only one other way out, down through the city itself, through the sewers!

That was the answer, the only way out was through the sewers, unless Umbrella had control of the sewers as well, highly unlikely.

So that was it then, I had to go through the sewers.

I got up, grabbed a bag pack from the shelves and stuffed it with crisps, chocolate, and other assortments of food and a couple of bottles. Threw it over me and was ready to take off.

I grabbed a map from the counter and opened it out fully, and looked for the nearest manhole cover and studied it to look at the best and safest route out of the city. I found a route that was perfect for me to escape; I knew my best chance was to get out through the Arklay Mountains that was the only way out of this hellhole. So that was where I had to go.

I folded the map back up and made for the exit of the shop. Only I stopped due the sudden thumping footsteps nearby.

I hid behind the counter of the shop and stayed low. Something passed the shop window, but I didn't see what it was.

"S.T.A.R.S." the voice said gruffly. It roared as it said this word. Even the voice sounded threatening that it sent a shiver up my spine. I saw its shadow in on the far wall, illuminated by a nearby car on fire. Looking at its shadow…well, it was big and it didn't look like it had any hair. It seemed to be holding something, but the shadow blurred as it passed and I could not make it out what it was holding. Whatever it was that passed the shop window, I didn't want to find out. But I had an inkling that it wasn't just any normal zombie that passed the shop window. This was something else.

I waited for a few minutes longer until the…whatever it was that passed the shop window was far away from where I was.

A/N: Here is chapter 2, I did some lot of thinking with this chapter, and I think this story will best the first Mini story I wrote.

Anyway, reviews would be nice, but I am not forcing.

SoulVirus

Chapter Written out 30/08/2012

Re-modifed 17/10/2012

Updated 23:16pm