Hell is only the Beginning

Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to the Resident Evil series

Author's Note: Ok, well here's chapter two. It forgot to put this warning in the first chapter, and I'm sorry, my mistake. Basically, this story is NOT for children. It is gory and is filled with harsh language. This is an M rated story, so I'm going to use that to full effect. Just letting you guys and girls know :)

Chapter 2: No going back

As Jess and Clint barged through the door to J's Bar, Clint's muscular frame easily overshadowed Jess, and accidently threw him down to the ground as the two hurried through the doorway. Clint quickly turned around and with his good arm, slammed the door shut as hard as he could, and quickly fell down and leaned against it. Jess quickly stood up and took a couple steps away from the door before turning around and looking around. The building they ran into was in fact a bar, and it had several customers, all wide eyed and staring at the two. Jess would have thought that he had gone deaf, if it wasn't for the TV against the far wall broadcasting the news. No one moved. No one spoke. They all just stared, some with their jaws hanging open, others with a clear look of annoyance. Jess just stood there, unable to speak. He was still shaking, his throat was dry, his brain unable to form a clear thought. He finally muttered somthing.

"H...Help..." he croaked, and sank back against the wall, falling down and burying his face in his knees. It seemed like the world returned to normal. At once, there was several shouts, and the number of footsteps that came running across the hardwood floor felt like an earthquake. He felt a pair of hands grasp his shoulders, shaking him just enough to rouse him. He looked up and saw a young woman's face, no more then 30 years old, staring back at him. Her beach blonde hair was tied back into a ponytail, and she was wearing a waitress outfit. Her face was beautiful, to say the least. To Jess she was an angel from heaven. Her emerald eyes were full of worry, but Jess couldn't look away from them. It wasn't love, but Jess immediately felt better just being in her presence. "Are you ok?" she asked. Her voice was a small but effective band-aid on Jess's sanity.

He nodded, and tried to speak again. His throat felt dry and cracked. He swallowed his spit and cleared his throat. "I'm ok, but he's not." Jess motioned towards Clint, who was talking to a police officer. "This fucking asshole bite my arm!' he screamed in the cop's face, revealing his arm. "Holy shit!" the man yelled. Several other people were behind to the adults, watching with eyes wide open. "Call a doctor!" The cop shouted over to another waiter behind the bar. "I'm a doctor!" A man in a buisness suit came pushing through the small crowd, carrying a small black briefcase.

"What happened?" The man asked. "It's his arm Doc." The cop replied, scooting over to let the doctor examine Clint's arm. "Jesus!" the doctor exclaimed. Jess was still sitting on the ground next to Clint, so he turned and got a good look at Clint's wound. His arm was missing a huge chunk of skin, and it was bleeding profusley. At least half of his forearm was completely gone. Jess's jaw once again dropped in amazement.

Oh my fucking god! That guy bit thorugh his leather jacket and half of his arm!? That's impossible...

"Come on, let's go sit at the bar..." Cindy helped Jess stand up and firmly placed her hands on his shoulders, leading him away from the door to sit on the corner of the bar. Jess was still shaking. He looked around, first to Clint to see what was happening, and then around the bar itself. He saw two men still sitting at the bar. They wore identical grey jackets, and matching black slacks. The first man was rather large, African American man, and had an eyebrow raised towards Jess. He was bald, and his face was starting to wrinkle. He saw he had a gun on his belt, and guessed he was another cop or a security guard. He kept his gaze on Jess. Jess quickly looked away, avoiding his gaze. The waitress returned to Jess's side, putting a glass of water on the bar in front of him. "Thank you..." Jess muttered, and he took the glass. He drank the water quickly, and set the cup back down on the table. He took a deep breath and then turned around to see Clint sitting against the wall, the doctor and cop tending to him. The other waiter brought a glass of water from Clint, and he greedily drank the cup dry.

"Kevin! Did you call an ambulance?" The waitress called out to the police officer. "Yeah Cindy, dispatch said they would send one right now." The police officer answered. "Umm, Cindy?" the doctor struggled with her name. "Yes?" Cindy answered. "Do you have a first aid kit around here anywhere? Or maybe just some bandages at least?" Cindy paused to think for a moment. "Will!" she called out, turning towards the other waiter. "Run upstairs, there should be a first aid kid in the staff room." the waiter named Will nodded and ran towards the opposite site of the bar room, opening a door and running upstairs.

"Hey kid, don't worry, your gonna be ok..." Kevin was trying to calm down Clint, who was in a sense, freaking out. His arm was still bleeding, and the fear and panic he was facing was written clearly all over his face. He didn't reply, just letting out a grunt and shaking his head.

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Clint let out another small grunt as another wave of pain shot through his arm. He sat next to Jess at the bar, and the two sat in silence as Kevin, Will and the doctor, who Clint found his name to be George, talked quietly behind the bar. Jess could feel the other customers eyes on them, but he just stared at the counter, just wanting to turn invisible. Another customer, a young Asain woman came into the bar and quickly walked into the bathroom, but otherwise the room was mostly quiet. Jess would risk a glance at the other customers, observing them while they waited. Most of the customers appered to be alone. There were the two men sitting next to Jess, one had apparently fallen asleep, and there was an older man sitting in the middle of the bar. Jess could see he wore a dark green vest and matching trucker hat. His five o'clock shadow was on the verge of becoming a full-fledged beard, and his eyes looked like hell. He quietly sipped the rest of his drink to himself. Next to him was another man, younger then the trucker, though not by much. He was wearing a tan plumber outfit, and it looked he just got off the job the way his clothes were stained. The one thing that stood out to Jess was his hair. It was jet black, and it was tied back into a ponytail.

It's the same color as Leanna's...

Jess's stomach did another flip when he thought of her. He couldn't help but worry. I hope to god she's ok...I'm sure she is, she lives way uptown...No way those freaks would be near her neighborhood

The sound a fist slamming down a table brought Jess back to his thoughts. he looked over towards the window, where he saw two woman, both dressed in suits. One was standing up, her fist still on the table, her face twisted with anger. She had short, blonde hair, and her suit was red from head to toe. Jess couldn't see the other woman's face, but he saw she had long, curly brown hair. She was dressed in a similair suit as the first woman, only her's was black instead of red. She motioned for the first woman to sit down. Jess heard a sigh of disgust, and she sat down, beginning to type away furiously at the laptop in front of her. The last man Jess saw was working on a crossword puzzle at the table next to the two woman. He was an African American, but he was much younger then the man sitting next to Jess. He was dressed in a blue uniform, one Jess recognized that Raccoon's subway system workers wore. He had never seen that man before though. He looked away, and turned towards Clint.

"Hey man...How're you doing?" Jess asked softly. "Fine" Clint gritted through his teeth. The bandage George put around his arm was growing redder by the minute. "Don't worry, after Kevin got our stories, he called for an ambulance to take you to the hospital. You'll be outta here soon" Jess forced a smile, and Clint returned it. "Yeah, it's just like...What the fuck you know? Who in their right mind would bite another person?" Jess frowned, and said nothing, returning to his staring contest with the counter. Jess looked at the clock behind the counter. It read 8:47. My mom is going to have a hard time believing this one...

Crack!

The bar door swung open, and another pair of people came crashing into the bar, gasping for air and screaming for help. "Jesus lady, what happened to you!?" Kevin yelled as he grabbed the young woman, blood gushing from her neck. He sat her down on the floor and called for George. "Again?" Will said to himself as he ran around the bar to help. The two victims were young women, both reduced to tears. The patrons watched in disbelief as they told the same story as Jess and Clint did minutes ago.

"Monsters! I swear to God himself! They just started attacking everyone in sight!" One woman yelled in hysterical sobs. She was wearing black jeans and a lime green jacket. Her long, light brown hair was frizzled and in a mess, her body shaking as Cindy helped her stand up and led her away from the door, towards the bathrooms. The other woman, a more heavyset type of girl, was holding her neck, blooding pouring down her white dress. She too was shaking, and George couldn't help because she kept pushing him away. "Get away! Away!" she screamed. "Lady, you need to calm down!" Kevin shouted. "Jesus Christ, shut up!" the trucker yelled, turning towards the crying woman, drink still in hand. "Let the goddamn man help you!" he shouted again. His voice was gruff, but clear and the woman stopped screaming, but whether she was coming to her senses or she was in shock from the man's yelling Jess couldn't tell.

What the hell is going on? Jess and Clint exchanged bewildered looks, and Clint leaned over towards Jess. "I think we need to get out of here. My car is still outside, I'm not staying here with all of this shit going down." He tried to keep his voice down, but the black man next to Jess turned towards them both, and gave them a glare. Moments later, he began whispering to his partner, who was still seemingly asleep through all of the chaos. When the man got no response from his collegue, he shook the man to wake him.

"Hey Bob, where's your mind at?" he asked, his voice was cracked and rough, like he had been screaming every word his entire life.

"Wha...?" The man named Bob seemed to stir, looking around to see the chaos. He too was deathly pale, his eyes bloodshot and his skin wrinkled to match his little amount of grey hair on his head.

"Hey Mark, I don't feel too good..." Bob muttered a moment later, before passing out and falling off of the bar stool.

"Dammit! He's unconsious!" the black man yelled, jumping down to his friend's side. For Jess time seemed to slow to a crawl. He looked around at the chaos unfolding in the small pub. The two security guards on the floor, one trying to help the other. The two women over by the bathrooms, crying and shaking uncontrollably. In the windows, Jess could see shapes of people were pressed against the glass, but he couldn't make out anything through the smears of blood. Through all the chaos in the room, Jess heard one sound that elevated itself above everything else.

Click! Creeeak!

The bar's entry door opened, and there stood a man. Jess slowly turned his head and got a good look at this man. It wasn't just any man though. His skin was white, no color at all. His greasy black hair covered his face, but not the smell, a smell Jess remembered all too clearly. He stumbled like a drunk man, making his way over Will, closest to the door. To Jess it was the same man that Clint had hit with his car. The same man who bit a chunk out of Clint's arm. The same man who shouldn't even be alive. There he was though, standing in the doorway. Will stood still, perplexed at the newcomer. "Hey, are you ok?" Will questioned, a slight hint of fear in his voice. A small moan was the only response. Jess wanted to scream, to tell Will to move, to tell Kevin that was the guy, he wanted to do somthing, but he didn't. He just sat there, frozen in his own fear. He watched as the man lunged towards Will, grabbing him with both hands sinking his rotting teeth into his neck.

"Ahh! Hey! W-What are you doing!?" Will screamed. Will pushed against the man, and even more blood drenched the floor already blood-stained from two other people's blood. "Ahh! Ugh!" Will grunted and wrestled with the man, finally pushing him out the door. Will slammed it and quickly locked it. He fell to his knees, his body already going into shock.

"WILL!!" Cindy screamed, running over to him and pulling him away from the door. "Oh my god! Will, are you ok!? Will!?" He didn't even look at her.

"Holy shit! There are more them! They're coming this way!" The subway worker yelled, jumping away from the window. Clint grabbed Jess's shoulder and turn Jess towards him. "See! I fucking told you! Come on!" Clint pulled Jess off of the bar stool and the two of them ran behind the counter, having no idea what to do. Everyone seemed to follow, crowding behind the counter, staring in horror at the myriad of shapes crowding around the bar's window.

"This is Officer Ryman, requesting immedi- What the hell?" Kevin screamed as the bar's front door shook violently. Everyone seemed to stop as three more figures threw themselves against the door, and it completely broke off its hinges. More people stumbled inside the bar, tripping over each other as if they were drunk. They turned towards Will, still on the ground in shock. "No, get back!" Cindy screamed, trying to pull Will to safety. The man with the trucker clothing jumped across the bar, and grabbed Cindy, pulling her away from Will. "NO!" she screamed, putting up small resistence compared to the tall man pulling her away. "Stop! I said stop you crazy fucks!" Kevin shouted, drawing his .45 pistol. He aimed it at the nearest man, but they all ignored Kevin. They stumbled and shambled towards Will, who was simply staring in horror at the three men standing over him.

"AHHHHHHH!!" Will screamed as they collapsed on him, biting their teeth deep into him, blood spraying like a geyser across the floor. He screamed and moaned in pain, until he finally stopped breathing. The monsters however, kept eating him. The room was deathly silent, except for the sounds of flesh being torn from bone. Jess's heart stopped, watching as Will was torn to pieces like helpless doe in a pack of rabid wolves. Finally, an ear-piercing scream shattered the silence. Shouts and screams of all kind deafened Jess. The panic spread like wildfire in the small crowd. "Upstairs! Get upstairs!" Kevin shouted. Several people made there way over to the small doorway next to the bar, hopeing to get to safety on the second floor.

BANG!

Jess blinked, his ears going deaf, hearing only a small ringing in the background. He looked across the room and saw Kevin firing his gun.

BANG BANG!

Each gunshot made the ringing in Jess's ears louder, until Jess fell to his knees, closing his eyes and covering his ears.

Stop it!

The ringing however, didn't stop. A second set of gunshots, this time from Jess's immediate right. He looked as Mark struggled to support Bob, while firing his handgun into the oncoming crowd of monstrosties. "Move kid!" He yelled at Jess, but Jess didn't understand. A hand grabbed him and pulled way from behind the bar, and shoved him through the doorway. His hearing came back, all too loud and clear. It sounded like an earthquake, with so many people running up the stairs in panic. Another push and he too began running up the stairs. He turned around and saw the trucker, helping Kevin block the door with useless junk as Mark and Bob began to climb the stairs. Another flight of steps and Jess entered a small hallway. He followed the person he was behind, not caring who it was, and walked into what he assumed was the staff break room. Everyone else was already there, and Jess looked around, still dazed and confused. He immedietly ran over to Clint, who was sitting against the far wall in a leather chair "You're ok!" Jess cried. Clint nodded, seemingly out of breath. Everyone was out of breath, some shaking and some crying. Mark and Bob came into the room, looking for somewhere to rest. Kevin was last into the room. "Everyone ok?" he asked. He got mostly grunts and simple headnods, but others were more troubled.

"Fuck no man! Am I ok? Did you see that shit!?" the subway worker yelled, jumping up and waving his hands in the air. Kevin ignored him, and looked around the room. Seeing a nail gun, he quickly grabbed it ran back into the hallway. "Hey someone get out here and help me!" He yelled. No moved at first, but then the plumber jumped up and ran into the hall to help Kevin. Jess couldn't hear over everyone's banter, but Kevin was nailing the hallway shut with boards of wood,held in place by the other man.

"No going back now." He said to himself when the job was finished, looking on as the doorway back downstairs was closed.

Authors Note: Well, there's chapter two. Maybe a little longer then intended, but either way I hope you can enjoy it. Please R&R, constructed criticism and spelling/grammer help are always welcome :)