Prisoner for Life

Author's Note: The very beginning of this massive story (i have in my head right now) just came to me. I've actually been plotting and thinking of this story when I was younger and first starting to play Resident evil with my older brother. Resident Evil 2 scared the hell out of me for the first time!!! Enjoy!!

Chapter I: Path Unknown

Ferrin sat in the dark cargo hold of the helicopter. None of the people on board even noticed she was there and that she was an escapee. Her keen nose told her that they were still over water heading to "courtyard" just beyond Raccoon City. Or that's what they kept repeating over the radio. Not wanting to go to another Umbrella facility, Ferrin figured she'd open the hatch when they were about 30 minutes from their destination and jump the copter.

But since they were no where near their destination, Ferrin tucked away in a nice dry place behind the boxes. This place seemed even more comfortable than the large glass tube with a "green fluid" the lab people loved to keep her in. Or the cage they kept outdoors for her so that she could get some air.

While her imprisonment on the island, she had seen prototypes of all sorts of nasty, vile monsters they had created. What was more sickening was that they were made from humans. They performed the same sick experiment they did on her to all of them; she just turned out to be really "special".

Ferrin brought her hand up to her face. Well, it was no longer a hand, but a paw. At least she still had an opposable thumb; she was able to grip things properly, but it took a little while to get used to. She no longer had toe or finger nails, but long poisonous claws.

"I am a monster…"she thought. "No one will want to adopt me now…" she began to cry. Ferrin waited and "trained" forever to become the one orphan to stand out to be adopted or at least fostered. The Raccoon City Orphanage she was living at took orphans that had the highest grades on a special outing for their achievements. While on the outing, Ferrin got lost and was kidnapped.

"Besides, who would go looking for an orphan?"she thought as she wiped her tears with her paw and wiped her nose on the inside of the polo shirt she was wearing. She stole it from some maintenance worker's locker as well as some flannel cargo pants and decent under garments (though she hesitated wearing used underpants).

All was quiet for a while until Ferrin heard the pilot say he was ten minutes from their destination; that was her queue. Finding the emergency lift switch she managed to open the cargo door. However, the alarm sounded and alerted the pilots; so without thinking, she jumped.

She was further from the ground than she thought and was in a free fall down to earth. Several branches of trees managed to break her descend as she hit the rocky terrace. After recovering from a lengthy drop she managed to stand on two feet and looked up. She saw the helicopter trailing away.

"I guess my light weight along with wind resistance saved me from any serious damage…" she said. She had various cuts and bruises on her arms and shins. Her nose picked up the scent of burnt rubber, meaning she was near a highway. To her, it meant true freedom. As she came up to the first paved road she's seen in a long time, she took a deep breath. "I may be homeless, but it sure beats that prison…"

Ferrin ducked down as she saw a car pass by. "If people see me, I'll frighten them…I have to keep my "extra features" hidden…" she thought. In the distance she heard a gas tanker truck coming her way. "A tanker could bring me into the city when its stops at the gas station…I could get more clothes and maybe some food…" when she had her gameplay in plan, she prepared for a jump. As the tanker drew close, she leaped 16 feet into the air and landed on its large gas tank.

"I don't think anyone will notice me from up here," she said as she watched the landscape go by. "And now we wait…again" she said trying to sit comfortably between the top railings. Thankfully it did have railings; she couldn't imagine the damage she would do if she had to claw into the tank just to hold on. Amazingly, she managed to drift off to sleep again while lying on her belly; since she knew tankers rarely took sharp turns she would be safe. A highway sign displayed the words Raccoon City, 50 miles…

*flashback*

"Ferrriiin….Ferrriiiin!" A little girl would call. Her name was Sasha; another child of the orphanage. "Ferrin can you push me on the swing" she asked the older girl. Ferrin smiled and led her to the swing set. A little boy tailing them crying "Me next! Me next!" his name was Tyler, yet another small child at the orphanage. Pretty soon a handful of the little ones crowded around 12 year old Ferrin waiting for their turn on the swing; Most of them ranging from 4-6 years of age.

Ferrin straightened out the skirt of her uniform and lifted Sasha on the swing. The children laughed and played as they ran back and forth in front of Sasha dodging her feet as she swang by…..

*End Flashback*

Ferrin awoke to the slamming of the truck door. She lifted her head to see they were at a gas station not far from the city. She spotted a man on the floor seemingly covered in blood. But the truck started moving too fast for her to investigate any closer.

"That looked like….no…it can't be…" Ferrin looked away. Flashes in her mind triggered the frightening specimens known as "zombies" that she saw in the laboratory. Every now and then the lab technicians would pit her against them to test just how strong she really was. They also tested her strength against other monsters they created….even though she beat them without fail these all true horrors she wanted to forget.

She no longer wanted to sleep when she as she recalled these horrors. Ferrin sat up and looked out to the city they were now entering. They passed up the Raccoon City Orphanage….Ferrin had the strongest urge in her stomach to just jump down and go home. But looking like this, a monster with claws and fangs…she would only scare everyone. "Where should I go now?"she asked her heart, hoping it would hold the answers.

The tanker hit a sign on the corner of the street causing Ferrin to snap out of her revere. "What the?!? What's this guy doing?!?" The truck started to swerve hitting some other parked vehicles along its path. "This guy's either drunk or asleep…"

Up ahead, she managed to see a police car with beaming lights. "Ironic this tanker's chasing the cop car and not vise versa," she said. All of a sudden, the cop car starts to swerve. "Man…what's with the drivers here?"

Her keen nose picked up the scent of blood, fresh blood and lots of it. No matter what direction she pointed her nose, she always smelled heavy amounts of blood. Upon closer inspection, she noticed the streets were entirely deserted for a city of its size. "What's going on here? Where is everybody and why do these streets smell of death?" As she kept observing, she noticed some of the cars had bodies underneath them, corpses hanging out the windows and deadly moaning coming from the alleyways. The only ones that were standing, were walking funny and sluggishly. The gait Ferrin quickly recognized as the "Death Walk" of zombies.

Before Ferrin had a chance to think straight, she noticed that the tanker was heading straight on down a dead end street. The police car had already crashed into the wall, and the tanker was quickly barreling behind. Thinking fast she gave a hearty leap toward the nearest building. Explosion and fire immediately followed her landing. It was obvious that no one could've survived this crash.

Matter of fact…didn't look like anyone survived this city…