Diaz De Las Muertos
Another RE Fanfiction by: KrystalDragoness
Author's Note: This fic is gonna have action. And lots of it. Action action action! And I hope Brandie's owner doesn't mind if she's not in this chapter, I plan to put her in, but the latest I'll take to get her in will be chapter 2. Promise. This is just to develop the characters and put their personalities in stone. You'll also find Rob Zombie - Dragula makes this chapter sound better at the fights. This fic chappy has no other purpose than to make you happy, and have a lot of action...And if you recognize part of this, I wrote this after reading Resident Evil: Inoculations' latest chapter and watching the movie. Krystal, Disclaimer please.
Krystal: Right. We own nothing except our own OC's, Insanity, and our brains. Everything else belongs to its rightful owner. KD, Story please.
KD: Right.
Chapter 1 - Nova's Wrath
Krystal looked up, glaring at the sky that was now blood red in the light of the harvest moon, clouds rolled past angrily, as if to symbolize god coming down upon them to punish every human left in the city for their sins. Memories were flickering through her head like a movie, causing disruption in her carefully designed thought process, for just a few hours ago, before she had met that man in black who left her to die so suddenly, she had came out of a test tube. Upon her re-entry to the living realm, she had been nothing more than a bio weapon, yet now she was returning to normal at an alarming pace which would make any scientist shout with joy. There was one vital piece of information about her though, which for some reason remained unknown: she had unbelievable power, power that no human should have such easy access to. She couldn't understand it, and the fact that she couldn't frightened her more than anything she had faced thus far. Her first "test" upon entering this city had been when she was attacked by one of Umbrella's B.O.W.'s, codenamed "Cerberus". It was a dog infected with the T-Virus, which began to have its skin fall off in mauled chunks, exposing muscle and bone structure, yet the beast still maintained an ungodly speed and ferocity the likes of which were unmatched. Upon her encounter with the creature, she had nearly snapped the unfortunate dog's head off of its very neck, she reflected on the image, the beast falling flat to the floor as she stumbled back against a wall, its body twitching violently before finally falling still as its heart rate stopped, the brain shutting down completely.
Her musings had distracted her long enough, so she decided to move on through the city, possibly finding more survivors. Taking a step forward, her eyes darted across the urban landscape, searching for any slow movement that could prove to be disastrous for her survival. After a few moments of hearing her footsteps hit the concrete in what seemed to be an eerie stillness, she paused long enough to hear a rustling sound. After what Krystal had seen, no chances should be taken in this war zone. Preparing for the worst, she quickly un-holstered her gun and lifted it, spinning almost gracefully on her toe as she faced the shadows behind her. Her bangs fell on her face gently as she searched the area, green orbs roaming over the dead cityscape. "..Who's there? Or shall I say, what's there?" Her voice echoed, waiting for the response.
Stephen leaned his head against the back of the van. While looking around, he noticed that everyone was having fun, or, at least, everyone except for him. It'd been a long trip, and everything was pretty quiet in the vehicle. Michelle and Nicole were talking idly about what they were going to do for the girl's skating competition, just like they always did. Nicole specialized in roller blades but was pretty decent on a skateboard. Michelle's best bet was either or, and between the two of them they had always been a force to be reckoned with in these competitions. Music floated through the van from the boom box that had been turned on earlier to break the awkward silence among the group, songs floating among them as there was an occasional pause to mention an artist, or an announcement of a favorite tune.
"You alright Stephen?" Jimmy asked, concern crossing his face as he looked at his teammate. "Yeah...Just tired, that's all." "Oh, alright… Well, I'm gonna go check on the driver." Stephen nodded, the lyrics to Dragula pounding through his head as the song took over the place of the Blink 182 song that preceded it. It was about this time when Nicole stood up and grabbed the sunroof, pulling her head out of it to let the wind rush across her face. "WE'RE AWESOME!" She yelled, her excitement not easily contained by the van, nor her company. "I can never die...I can never die...I can never...die..." The music blared, almost foreshadowing the horror that was about to fall upon the group. "HOLY SHIT!" Jimmy's yell erupted; he was wedged between the front two seats, and had seen the person standing in the middle of the road as they sped towards the figure which seemed to appear from nowhere. Nicole's eyes widened both in terror and a sudden realization as the van swerved to dodge the person. Everything happened simultaneously, almost dreamlike, Stephen felt his entire body suddenly lurch sideways, slamming against the ground in what felt like slow motion as adrenaline rushed through his veins. What followed with the feeling of weightlessness was a loud crash sending Michelle against a wall, her mouth open in a scream as she watched what happened next. Nicole tried to get back into the van, her hands pushing futilely as her eyes watched the pavement rush towards her, but it was too late. The van turned over fully with a loud metallic crash, Nicole's body collapsing like a rag doll against the roof as blood stained the place where her severed head had once been.
Michelle was shaking, and screamed after seeing this, her eyes remained unblinking, the stress on her body completely taking hold as she began to go into shock, tears spilling down her cheeks. "STEPHEN! JIMMY! TIM!" Stephen shook his head and got up, he felt a dull throbbing pain against his skull but ignored it and proceeded to look at the body. "Oh my god..." Jimmy was leaning against the seat, feeling the never-ending battle for oxygen with his lungs while trying to catch his breath. After a moment of regaining his composure, he began to try and figure out what had happened to himself and his teammates. Giving himself a quick once over, he noticed that he had a large cut on his arm, where his own crimson sticky lifeblood began to cluster around, his shirt was ripped, equipment was shattered everywhere and Tim was pinned against a wall by a large piece of wood they used to grind on. He mused to himself that Tim was probably thanking his lucky stars that another shattered piece of wood that looked like a spike pointing directly at his chest hadn't actually gone through and ended his life. "I'm stuck...Can't exactly come right now Michelle." Tim retorted, staring in horror at how close the splintered wood had come to taking his life.
Stephen crossed the van to take her in his arms, ignoring the latest shaking of the vehicle they remained in. "It's okay..." He attempted to console the shivering girl, who now was beyond speaking. "..We have to get outta here man…" Jimmy said, trying to keep his voice from shaking as he felt his shoe beginning to stick to the floor in a pool of the girl's blood. "We gotta get in touch with someone…you know… like 9-1-1 or something… This can't really be happening…" Stephen saw the horror in Jimmy's face, prepared to respond, he was abruptly cut off as the van shuddered violently once again. The group screamed in fear before the feeling of weightlessness hit them once more, the van suddenly rearing up from the front with a horrid creaking noise. The sudden movement jostled the contents in the van, causing a half pipe to slam into the already pre-made wooden spike destined for Tim. Tim yelled out in agony as the large hunk of wood pierced into his chest, but was muffled by the large amounts of blood filling his mouth, the gore spilled over his lips, onto his shirt, and flowed freely over the wood which had impaled him. After a few more seconds of muffled agonizing protest, he suddenly became silent, his head slumped down and his arms falling lifeless at his side. The weightlessness and mercilessness of the vehicle's sudden upheaval didn't end, however, as Michelle slammed against the half pipe with Stephen, who's throbbing pain was numbed as everything went black, the sensation of being knocked unconscious taking hold over him.
Jimmy felt his body hit the doors hard and let out a grunt of pain. Thankful that the doors hadn't given, he breathed a sigh of relief. There was a dull creak, then the cold concrete hit him, the van's contents hitting the ground behind him like toys a toddler was flinging from a newfound toy bin. He figured that the van was about to crash down onto him, ending his life like it had ended so many others, before watching it whip into the air almost effortlessly and land upright. There was a series of loud hisses as the tires popped, and several squeaks as the suspension protested the sudden force thrown upon it. Jimmy's sense of terror hadn't ended yet though, his eyes widened as from a hole in front of the van emerged a huge wormlike creature. Easily at least 20 feet tall, the creature began shrieking and showing its fangs, each one razor sharp and disfigured, glistening in the small amounts of light like a series of freshly sharpened daggers. The figure stayed in the middle of the road, unmoving, white robe waving slowly in the dull wind. Then it slowly turned its head, deep blue eyes glowing in the flickering streetlights as pavement and dirt rained around it, arms outstretched as if welcoming something. "..The infestation has begun…" The figure said in a deeply masculine tone.
********************* Overview **********************
Oklahoma City was transforming, slowly but surely, the once happy city occupants became bloodthirsty monsters. There were police were dispatched to stop the problem, but it ended in a standoff, the army of undead versus a small group of officers, who took cover behind vehicles, buildings, and anything else they could find. Unfortunately, they failed, the army was too much, and quickly overran the small amount of humans left to protect and serve what citizens remained. Zombies crashed through the barricades, windows, and police doors, ripped through flesh, bone, and uniform. The officers even sent in special groups of S.T.A.R.S., a highly trained task force that knew what had happened in Raccoon city that fateful day, and who soon discovered that Umbrella Inc.'s dirty little secret would cost them their lives. Deep underground, in the laboratories where the viral escape had began; the young girl who had been killed by the licker began to moan quietly, slowly beginning to move again. "H-Help…" She whimpered, at first, begging for some type of assistance in an agony only she understood. After no answer, she began to scream at the top of her lungs as her bones cracked. "Itchy...so itchy..." She whispered, digging her nails deep into her flesh and pulling off chunks of it, which fell into the bloodied water where her corpse had lain. The removal of her flesh was quickly followed by her nails falling off in the tangled mass that was once her skin, pools of blood dripping from her body as she continued to strip herself, complaining of the itch that overtook her.
The Red Queen watched silently, her cameras set on the girl's transformation. "The Nova Virus has infected you dear girl, you're about to die…slowly...painfully..." The lights flickered back on, causing the girl to shield her eyes with one of her mauled arms, red and blue veins slowly began coursing through the muscles, and the muscles began to turn a deep, crimson red. Her eyes widened as she shrieked, her fingers coming together in a sudden re-emergence of flesh that overtook her skeleton. She watched in terror as from the mass of flesh emerged a single, long claw, blood spewing out over her and onto the ground as it ripped its way free from its prison. Her back arched up and out with a series of loud snaps, giving her what would appear to be a hunchback's build. Her bones cracked and flesh tore as a new growth came around the base of the claw to protect it, of which she wasn't entirely sure what it was made of. Unfortunately for the girl, she was human long enough to watch her entire transformation and feel every bit of the pain that emerged from it.
The Red Queen had been honest. She was dying in one of the slowest, most painful ways imaginable. Tears spilled over her eyes as she watched her other arm follow suit and dropped to her knees, her legs bursting from her pants legs to reveal they had grown and turned a vomit like green. Flesh began to grow once more, wrapping around her calves to bond them together, then her knees, then her thighs, her eyes widened one more time as she let out a scream that fell out of her throat as a loud screech which bounced off of the walls. The two legs merged together, forming a serpent like tail which supported the body of the creature, her flesh turning the same tone of green as her legs and scales sprouting upon the flesh, dark blue veins elegantly tracing the newfound scales. This was the birth of the latest creation in Bio-Organic Weaponry. Red Queen stored a new file on her hard drive, labeled BOW-156/2. Her holographic eyes widened in glee as she welcomed to the world the Nova prototype hunter.
******** Subchapter 2 - Krystal's Law *******
Krystal looked around, her gun's barrel aimed at the head of the fallen super zombie, whose mouth hung open and hands laid splayed out on either side of it. What was once a woman was now just another mindless pawn for Umbrella's viral testing, the suit the woman once wore torn in many places and chunks of skin missing from her throat, arms, and sides. "Bitch." She muttered, spitting on the zombie's face in anger before proceeding to move on. Wind blew through the area with an eerie howl, rolling off of buildings and rustling papers in the alleyways. Krystal's eyes darted around as she tightly clutched her gun, taking comfort in the wind that was now giving the city an icy, deserted feeling. Her footsteps echoed off the concrete, making each step sound like it was being blasted through a loudspeaker as buildings towered on either side of her. She heard a roar and slowed, the sound dying out for a moment as she rounded the corner, taking some small amount of cover behind a large forest green dumpster. Then even her footsteps fell silent as she stopped. Not even 25 feet ahead of where she stood was an old Camaro that was being attacked by what appeared to be a mutilated zombie. The creature was causing whoever was inside to yell out in terror, his cries for help echoing off of the cold brick walls.
Her eyes landed on the back window, it was definitely a guy, which made her scoff at the thought of rescuing yet another male in this city. "Whatever happened to the days of men being brave and valiant?" She muttered to herself, waiting on the wind to pick up and rustle the garbage covering the streets before making her move towards the vehicle, ducking behind another wall and making a closer inspection to see if she could learn anymore about the driver. How old he was she couldn't tell, but he had spiked brownish-blonde hair, and he threw a hand against the roof of the vehicle to brace himself as another violent slam rocked the car, his mouth opening to yell as she took in a few more key details before moving in to help. "HEY ASSHOLE! HOW ABOUT TAKING ME ON INSTEAD?" She yelled at the zombie, emerging from her place of cover, raising her pistol, and taking a shooting stance, her feet were shoulder width apart and her grip tight. Fear gripped her stomach as her eyes narrowed, staring down the barrel of the pistol to a completely new challenge.
The creature looked up, its mauled yellow fleshy arm flopping wildly on the ground as it growled and staggered towards her. It was big; she could feel its footsteps on the concrete, the ground slightly shuddering under it. Sizing up the competition, she figured it must have been at least 500 pounds of rubbery flesh, and it stood around seven feet tall, possibly taller. Before she could continue her analysis of the beast, an attack caught her off guard. Her eyes darted from the body of the creature to the arm that was now flying at her. Trying to figure out the fleshy substance, which was similar to Jelly, she grunted while jumping backwards. The arm which had flown at her retracted, landing with a disgusting splat against the concrete. "What the hell are you?" She questioned quietly, raising her pistol again and firing at it. The beast flailed, and a sigh of relief escaped Krystal's lips as it stumbled backwards. Her relief was short-lived, however, since the creature decided upon throwing its arm at her again, this time the rubbery hand gaining purchase on her shirt. A look of terror crossed her face as she watched the hand connect, clutching her shirt tightly and jerking her forwards to slam her against the concrete with immense force. Seeing stars and feeling a small amount of blood trickle from her palm, the gun clutching the hand scraping across the concrete, Krystal realized slowly that she was feeling herself being dragged towards the mutilated zombie. "GO TO HELL!" Krystal yelled out, rolling on her back and feeling the heat rise on her cheeks and forehead from the weapon as she fired a clip into its face, empty shells hitting the ground with an empty tink noise.
Her legs lifted her up, protesting and still in pain from the slam to the ground, yet holding up well enough to help her into a quick jump backwards as she dropped out the clip and reached for another one on her waist to reload in the gun. "Well fuckin' hell..." She narrowed her eyes, looking around as her hand eagerly searched for a non-existent clip of ammunition. "10 bucks and a vacation to Hawaii say you can't beat me anyway bitch." Krystal said while dropping her pistol into its holster and reaching down to her boot so she could pull out a combat knife. The creature shrieked, staggering towards her and throwing its arm at her again. "Fuck off! I don't wanna be touched by you!" She yelled, stepping to the side and stabbing the knife into the rubbery hand. A clear liquid began oozing from where the blade was stuck as the creature snarled. Growling in anger, Krystal jumped into the air; throwing a hard kick into the blade as the arm went backwards towards the monster, satisfaction flashing through her head as she heard metal scrape concrete. The force of the downwards kick caused the handle to bury itself halfway in the hand, the hand suddenly snapping backwards and removing the previous platform for Krystal's landing. While landing, Krystal cried out once more as she landed first on one leg that gave way instantly, then on her back. Her leg burned angrily with white hot pain from when she had been thrown against the ground earlier, her kneecap throbbing. The creature growled in newfound rage at the latest attack and stood over her, raising its clawed hand to rip her head from her throat.
Krystal moaned out in pain, throwing her arms in front of her to make a futile attempt at holding back the gooey hand. Then a loud popping noise filled the air and what flew towards Krystal wasn't just the hand, but was the entire monstrosity. Yelling out, she rolled left as fast as she could, hearing a loud thud as she lay belly down on the concrete, her face stained with sweat, dirt, and a few specks of gravel pressed into her skin. Then she looked at a pair of tennis shoes and baggy blue jeans in front of her, a voice in her ear as her ragged breathing slowed to normal. "Are you okay..?" The voice asked, concern tainting what could have potentially been a very masculine tone. "…Yeah. Thanks." "No problem...What was that thing?" The man asked, his eyes taking in her frame for a moment. "An experiment..." Krystal grunted as she stood up, her knee still protesting. After a moment of gaining her composure, she began dusting off the front of her shirt and pushing some fallen strands of hair behind her ear. "An experiment? What?" "Don't worry about it. I'd suggest taking your car and getting out of here." Krystal ordered, gesturing towards the battered Camero. "It won't start." "Oh really now?" Krystal rolled her eyes, and then froze in place, something ran through her mind. She was standing in front of a large building, a girl standing beside her...Elise. The memories played through, Elise looked at her, her eyes confused and curious. "You'll help?" "I'm on the inside. I can steal the virus and have it back like that." She snapped her finger, the soda can she was clutching fell to the ground with a clang.
Elise stared at her, eyes wide as if she was a child watching something new and exciting. "You're going to steal the virus..?" "Yeah… There's not any other way to get it. It'd take a genius to recreate it, at this point. You and I both know that for a fact, Wesker and Birkin are insane geniuses, and they have all of the data on how to create the virus. I guess that's why they work for Umbrella…" At this, she turned and started to leave. "Hey…Anna...?" "Hm?" Anna raised an eyebrow, dark hair brushing tan cheeks as a wind gust came from behind her, picking up the fall leaves and whipping them into the air, a few drops of rain beginning to splatter the sidewalk where the two women stood. "Thank you...You'll be paid by my employer soon." The girl said softly, her voice almost drowned out by the howling roar of the wind which disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. "No problem. Just make sure you bring all these ass holes down to hell." Elise turned and left, pulling up the hood of her black winter jacket as rain started to pour down on her, drenching the fur lining of the hood and causing her to shiver a bit.
Anna walked back into the building, her eyes on the tiles before she was promptly stopped by a large built man wearing all black. His muscles seemed to ripple and sway under his clothing, and she knew who the man was almost instantly. Lifting her head, she noticed the black sunglasses and the carefully styled blonde hair. "Did you do it?" His voice rumbled, causing Anna to cringe at the idea of betraying a young innocent girl who just wanted to save the world. "Yeah. You'd better not make this sloppy; it's bad enough I have to THINK about her being killed. I really wanted Umbrella to go down Wesker." Anna frowned, her green eyes searching for his attitude. His eyes weren't red. That was a good sign, it meant he wasn't about to kill her. "You know Anna, if I didn't know any better I'd think that you should go work for an Anti-Umbrella agency." Wesker said jokingly, before quickly grabbing her chin in his hand, pulling her face close to hers so he could breathe in her ear. "Be careful with your behavior Anna, we wouldn't want any accidents to come upon you. I'm not planning on staying with this company much longer, and you…You have an opportunity to get out, but if you cross me…There will be consequences, and you will be stuck with this company's name for a very long time, unless you do run off to join those little agencies that have decided to pop up." "Don't tempt me." Anna replied, jerking her chin free and locking eyes with the man, even though he worse sunglasses she knew she was making eye contact, her face one of utmost seriousness.
It was then that Krystal snapped back to normal, the boy must have been trying to talk to her, she thought, as he hovered mere inches away from her. "Hey, you there..?" Tyler said, waving his hand in front of her face. "Hello..." Her eyes locked with his, an inferno blazing behind the green orbs as she quickly grabbed a handful of his shirt and venomously whispered mere inches from his face. "Get your fucking hand outta my goddamned face." Krystal scowled, releasing his shirt and then realizing she didn't think she had gotten her point across. "Now." She spat, anger contorting her features at the clear invasion of her personal space. Tyler took a step back, looking at her and shrugging. "Right, whatever. I'm gonna go figure out how the hell to get outta this city. Don't guess you'd want to tag along?" He offered, gesturing at the door behind him. "I don't tag along with anybody..." Krystal said, her look one of utmost stubbornness.
********* Overview 2 *************
Helicopters fly over the deserted city, looking for any sign of life, but hope is quickly fading away. So far, there has been nothing except undead, armies of them, everywhere and in every orifice of the city. Cars are crashed into one another, flames licking the steel frames, building windows are shattered, and blood is everywhere. The infestation of Oklahoma City has led billions on billions of survivors to attempt to flee the area, only to find they've been blocked off by police and other officials, who were all informed to open fire if required and shoot to kill. A large forest about 20 miles from downtown is a breeding place for the mutating creatures; the virus is spreading from dogs to cats to rats to worms. The hunter is now searching for its prey; it smells fresh blood, but how far away...? It lets out a screech before continuing through the woods, the metallic scent filling its nostrils and its insatiable hunger begging for the taste of raw meat…
***** Subchapter 2 - The awakening *****
Brandie's eyes opened suddenly, the dream had haunted her again. She was in a test tube, but why? She could not really understand that dream. And decided to ignore it like she usually did, after all, it was just a dream, and dreams were just something that your mind used to mess with you. She swung her legs off her bed, standing up and looking at the clock. 2:00pm, she must have dozed for a bit after she ate lunch.
The house was dead still; nobody was home except for her. It seemed fitting too, the silence that solemnly engulfed her place of residence. Her dad would be at work right now in the laboratory, and her mom had died long ago. Frowning and looking around her room, Brandie walked out into the hall. She loved this house; it was perfect, not overbearingly large so that they had no idea of what to do with the extra space, but not too small to live in either. Her eyes looked over pictures in the hall of her, her mom and dad. That had been when they were happy, before her dad started disappearing for days at a time and not coming home except to sleep. She thought back to the simpler times of her life, when she was still a child. Her mother had been an actress, she was beautiful, her dad always told her stories of how before she was born men would fall over themselves just to get a few words with her. Entranced in the images, she didn't even notice as a cat brushed past her leg. "Hey cat, what're you doing?" Brandie smiled. Her dad's cat Daisy was always trying to go into her dad's room, which had become somewhat of an issue with him as of late. The only problem was, today of all days, the day her dad had said to make sure nothing got in his room, the cat made it in. "Daisy...You dumb cat..." She sighed and started in to get Daisy. Her dad did not HAVE to know, did he?
About this time, the sound of glass shattering was heard downstairs, causing Brandie to look up and drop Daisy, who screeched and bolted under her father's bed, fur standing up on the scruff of her neck as she let out a loud hiss. "What was that?" Standing up to investigate, Brandie ran downstairs, looking at her reflection in the mirror with a quick glance. She had grown a lot since her mom had died. She wasn't a small child anymore. She was 18 and she had grown from her young 5'5 weak build to a 5'7 fighter's build that was feminine and graceful at the same time. After the loss of her mother she had thrown herself into martial arts, training daily to release some of the pain that she still held deep within. It had been given up though, for she didn't want to continue to be aggressive in any way. The thought skipped her mind as her instructor's lessons ran through her ears, warning her to be cautious and prepared for anything.
She started downstairs, looking around as the stench of death filled her nose; broken glass lay all over the floor, rain dripping in from the shattered window. "Hello..?" Brandie took a few steps more, and saw the blood that was on the carpet, a bit of nausea rose in her throat as she realized what kind of damage must have been done to harbor that much blood loss in a human. "Anyone there..?" Brandie said, still glancing around the house's lower floor, her steps slow and yet still bringing a small amount of noise from the near silent squeak of her damp sneaker soles. The kitchen was pitch black, yet she could make out a figure in the darkness, which moaned painfully from the floor. "Hello?" She reached for the light switch with her right hand and flipped it on, approaching the figure nervously. His flesh was torn and he was bloody, pieces of glass were stabbed into various parts of him, small twinkles of light glistening from the glass in some of the larger, open wounds. The figure sat on the ground, its knees to its chest as it rocked back and forth, its face unseen yet as she approached a few more steps. "Oh god, you're hurt. Here, let me go get something for those...wounds?" Brandie trailed off as the figure turned to face her, half of its face was missing and flesh hung off in ragged chunks. "G-Get back! I'll hit you!" She said, backing up as the zombie shuffled towards her.
Her almond eyes widened in fear as she continued to back up. "I'm not joking!" "H-Help..." The figure moaned, raising a torn hand towards the girl. "Don't come any closer, I'll go get help..." Brandie said, stepping backwards. "No…me want...you help!" The wounded man said, excitement dancing across his one good eye, the other completely missing from its socket. "...I-I can't help you!" She cried in horror, stepping back each time the man shuffled forwards. "Me want you...flesh! FOOD!" The zombie proclaimed before he lunged and grabbed Brandie's shoulder, digging his nails into her chocolate colored skin. A morbid cry came from the man as Brandie threw him back and he hit the wall of the kitchen, she cringed as a larger piece of what was once her window went deeper into the man's arm. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" "Flesh! Food! MEAT! FOOD FOR ME!" The zombie got up slowly, staggering towards Brandie again, who backed up and kicked out in front of her. Feeling her foot hit its target as the zombie's head flew off; Brandie turned and ran back upstairs, hearing windows breaking again in the living room and cursing under her breath. "Help meeeeeee..." A zombie cried out downstairs. Brandie screamed out as Daisy brushed past her, pouncing from a desk onto her dad's dresser, causing a desk drawer to roll out almost mechanically. It was covered in a glass shield that had a frosted glass keypad and several wires embedded in the glass, forming a complicated keypad, and there was a small LCD monitor connected to what she had believed to be her father's computer, but soon realized otherwise. The monitor on the desk was flashing red words on a white background, simply reading "Malfunction...Gun drawer unlocked."
Moans erupted from the staircase, causing Brandie to look in horror towards the open door to her father's room. "I have to..." Brandie said, pushing up the drawer's glass cover and grabbing the two guns and the holster belt. Strapping it on, she looked out in the hall; a zombie stared at her, its face almost human except for the slimy drool dropping from its mouth in a string. "Heeellllpppp..." It said, staggering two steps then rushing at her. Brandie cried out, pulling the trigger and watching the zombie fly backwards down the staircase, her chest heaving as she tried to inhale any amount of oxygen she could find, her heart thudding against her ribcage and her arms shaking as she watched another zombie start up the staircase...
****** Overview 3 *********
As the viral infection progresses beyond what was originally planned, another company, HCF, leaves Wesker to clean up the mess that they started. While he is there, he makes plans to play with the female tyrant's mind, and see if she is truly ready to be the next step in Bio-Organic weaponry. Annabel (Krystal) and Tyler return trying to find Anthony and begin a search for an escape, while Brandie begins to shoot her way out of the zombie infested building that was her house. Stephen and Jimmy stir slightly, looking around at the death of their teammates. Alex finally arrives in Oklahoma City, reaching inside his car's trunk and pulling out a shotgun, Oklahoma City is in ruins, each survivor quickly discovering that the Nova Virus had taken its toll on everyone in the city, leaving the remains of the once bustling town to become an empty landscape of terror. Everyone was now monsters, everyone, that is, except for the survivors…
Ending Note: Alright, that was the first Chapter, sorry it's so short, I've had to motivate myself into writing again. But I updated, don't bite me! Oh, Resident Evil: Survivor Style! Will be updated pretty soon too. My December (For all you guys who read that) Will also be continued. I just have to figure out when to write it..ehehe..And those zombies are smart, lol, I thought it'd be an interesting twist if the zombies were a bit more human like.
