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.

4. Trenchy

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: 2/1/15

Ended: 2/7/15

Same as always everyone, me and my one are actually talking again, which I'm happy about, and as The95Will said before: Time heals all wounds. And indeed it has, so thank you man! Nothing else really except read and review!

Review Reading:

Supboyyyyy93: Indeed so, and remember it'll only go uphill from there. And honestly, I don't know, the recent Claire A I went through I thought I botched because BOY did I sure fuck up at parts...but surprisingly enough, my end time was 2 hours and 13 minutes I think. The only reason I can really think of why I generally got A's was because I knew my way around...also, don't use the First-Aid Sprays if you don't know already, they lower your score.

The95Will: It'll happen man, and I know the one in-game uses 9mm...I know it was also Revolver Ocelot's weapon of choice (at least after getting his ass handed to him two or three times in MGS3), and I want to say those were 9mm rounds as well. And hey, besides the fact the outfits impractical, I figured add in the special costumes as well. And as for Mad Jackal...timeline speaking, I'm not sure if it would be possible, because last I remember, 2 was happening with 3, I think...but I'll try to make it work. It's amazing how deeply entwined Nikolai is with the games! Have a great day man!

Chapter 4: Trenchy

"Vincent! M-mom told me to..." Sherry began tears gathering in her eyes, and I held her closer. Mom...I hope you're okay...I really do...

"It's okay Sher-Sher." I said using my nickname for her. She looked up with misted eyes, and had a pout on her face. Dead God the cuteness.

"Vinny! I told you not to call me that!" She said the pout growing larger. I grinned and kissed her forehead.

"Yeah, well big brother was worried." I said as she nodded slowly, understanding.

"I saw you..." Sherry started. I frowned some.

"Before we got into the police station?" I asked looking at her before continuing. She nodded and I sighed. "How much did you see?" With a motion of her hands, I had my answer. She saw my freak-out, and how I brutally destroyed the zombies. Oh my God...I then started with "Sher-" before she cut me off.

"I don't think you're different big brother. You did what you had to. They were the bad guys, just like in your Metal Gear Solid game." Sherry said. I smiled some.

"Well Colonel, the cat's out of the bag." I said in my best Solid Snake impression. Sherry giggled and I kissed her forehead again and hugged her.

"Come on Vincent...I hear more of those things coming!" Claire said as I listened...then hearing loud shuffling. Shit! She's right, we have to move! I took up my shotgun and looked to Leon.

"Go on through! The nearby door should be unlocked!" I said as I heard a bang against the door. I heard their shuffling, and sighed in relief slightly as I heard a door open and close. Now they were safe. Without warning the door was busted off the hinges, and there stood an extremely tall man, approximately 7 feet, wearing a dark green trench coat, with an X-shaped scar across the bridge and brow line. Fuck! Are you kidding me?! A Model T-103 Tyrant?! It began approaching with a stomp of its heavy military boots, and I backed up. I pulled the trigger to my shotgun, and the shots spread across the trench coat...but never piercing. That's right, the limiter costs are bulletproof...

"Move!" Claire suddenly cried as I turned to her, a grenade in her hand. I then turned to the Tyrant, who had by now raised his hands and slammed them at me trying to make me part of the floor, and rolled out of the way, as Claire threw the grenade. Seconds later it exploded, and the Tyrant was sent against the wall, scattering paper and magazine racks. We took this time to run into the next room, and was greeted with Leon's shotgun to my face.

"Sorry about that!" Leon said sheepishly as I slammed the door closed.

"No time to fu-" I caught myself before I let the word out, and quickly replaced it. "Mess around, we got an angry monster out there. It's called a Tyrant. One of the most dangerous in my opinion, and its out for blood." Then with a bang, I heard the door crack. We all began running, and Leon grabbed a nearby wooden box with a blue label on it. He grinned and we went into the library. I ushered them upstairs, and my ears caught the sound of a door shattering. We had reached the end of the second floor, and I tore off a section of the floor.

Well, the chief did hire some shitty interior designers. I dropped down, as did Leon and we caught Sherry and Claire respectively. I put a finger to my lips, as I began moving the section of floor back to where it was. We then heard a door clatter against the floor, and heard the stomping steps moving along the library. They then silenced, and me and Leon held the shotguns ready, just in case.

"Don't make a sound." I mouthed and they nodded. Then to our horror, we heard the steps approaching...upstairs. I felt my heart race increase, and I motioned them away from where the boards came off. A step overhead...then another...then suddenly, smash. He found us!

"Go!" I said smashing the button, the bookcase beside them moving as he jumped down. We all piled out of the secret corner, me and Leon firing slug after slug at him, but to no effect. I then put the shotgun on my back thanks to the strap attached, and I pulled out my P226, and began firing into his head. That, had much more effect, because he reeled back, and Leon grinned before beginning to fire at his head. Then, he fell forward, a small carton of shells, and handgun rounds tumbling out. What the Hell? We quickly picked up the items, and rushed out of the library. We met Claire and Sherry outside of the library, in the main hall.

"Where is-?" Claire started as I grinned. She sighed in relief as I began reloading my shotgun. I counted the number of rounds in my P226, and nodded. About 5 rounds. It'll do for now. We continued to the emergency ladder, and with the push of a button, it descended again. We then continued into the secretary's office. I sighed sitting on the nearby bench as Leon took a seat next to me, opening the wooden box. Inside were parts of some sort. A closer inspection showed they were for a handgun...more specifically, his.

"Nice find Leon." I said with a grin as he nodded beginning to work on putting the new pieces on the gun. After a couple of minutes, Leon had gotten a brand new, shiny, customized handgun. It had a stock, and from what I could see you could shift from semi-automatic to 3-round burst. It also held 18 rounds. So 6 rounds of burst. Still pretty sweet.

"Hey Vincent?" Claire asked coming over to me, Sherry browsing through a magazine on the other side of the room. I looked up to her, and Claire had a gentle frown on her face. I'm not gonna like this am I?

"You know Sherry's unarmed right...?" Claire asked in a low whisper. Now I definitely don't like where this is going.

"I'm not having my little sister begin to shoot and kill things." I hissed out silently. I wanted to protect my sister as long as I could. No matter the costs to me.

"Vincent, what if none of us are around to help protect her? What if she meets something, and she can't just run by? What if-" Claire's next point was cut off with a hand motion from me. These were all valid...no matter how long I wanted to protect her...she needed protection of her own. I sighed as I nodded.

"I can do this big brother! Mommy was teaching me while you and daddy worked!" Sherry piped in and I blinked. Well then...mom, you sly fox of a woman. I then chuckled as I sighed.

"Alrighty then guys. What's the prescription here?" I asked as Claire pulled out a spare Beretta M92F from behind her back. I blinked and shrugged. From Uncle Wesker, I've heard the gun's definitely a reliable weapon. 15 rounds, decent firepower, decent firing rate, and a slight customization rail. Claire handed me the gun, and I began looking it over. So far so good. I unloaded the magazine, and checked it, before reloading it, and cocking the weapon, then switching on the safety. I sighed as I gave the weapon to Sherry, who blinked, in semi-surprise.

"We're going against a TON of things that can kill us Sher. I would honestly rather you not need to use it...but you know dad's motto. It's better to have it and not need it, than to need it and not have it." I sighed some with a taut look on my face, my brows giving shape to a gentle frown. Sherry hugged me and I hugged her back. We let go, and I pulled out both Sig Saüer handguns. The Chief's office is nearby. I'm not walking in unarmed. Claire and Leon saw me tense slightly, and Claire walked up to me, and placed a hand on my shoulder.

"What's wrong?" Claire asked as I shook my head.

"It's nothing. I'll be fine." I said as she reluctantly nodded, and I opened the door to the next room...which had a zombie, on FIRE, at the door. I fell backwards, my heart pounding against my chest, as I heard a gunshot from behind me which hit the undead man in the chest, making him reel backwards. Another shot, which hit his throat, and then one final shot, which went through his head, making him fall backwards. I turned and saw the barrel of Sherry's gun gently smoking. I blinked and Sherry was gently shaking. I held her close and she began openly sobbing into my shoulder. Though the Kevlar mainly took in all of the tears. Her first kill. As a young, 12 year old girl.

We heard a moan, and another zombie entered the picture, and I stood with a completely, PISSED look on my face. I walked towards it, and kicked it hard in the chest it flying back, before I spun around and kicked the other it landing on a elevated spike of wood, which pierced its head, and brain and it stopped moving. I planted a firm foot on the other zombies chest, and fired into the head with my P226, a couple times...must've been five because I had continued clicking about 6 or so more times before calling it quits, the zombies head riddled with the rounds. I let out a shaky breath, not sure what to make of what just happened...again. That blood-lusting side called out again and I heeded the call. And honestly...it felt good. Good to let loose. Good to destroy something. Good to smell the blood it released after death. I then shook my head trying to clear the thoughts from my head.

"Big brother...?" Sherry questioned as I smiled some, letting her know I was okay. She hugged me tight and I hugged her back and Leon ran down the hall before we heard a loud groan from him.

"We can't go that way. Fire. No sprinkler around." Leon said as I frowned too. Damn.

"Alright, lets go this way then." I said as we began moving down the right side of the hall. I opened the door, and we were instantly greeted by the sounds of cawing. Great! We could be Nevermored! (Being Nevermored is a joke I got from The Super Gaming Bros. whenever crows are involved, you have a chance of being Nevermored or being pecked)

"You hear that?" Claire asked as I nodded, pulling out my shotgun, holstering the handgun. Not going to waste individual bullets on what is practically going to be Legion. I think the shotgun will do better here. Then as we slowly turned the corner, we were greeted with a horrible sight. An officer, dead, various deep peck-marks on his body, visible with the tears in the shirt. Dear God...

"Everybody be quiet...anyone else hear that...?" Leon wondered as we were silenced. Then I heard it. The sound of a foot on a roof. More specifically, the roof over us. Then we heard a crack, and minor debris fell. My eyes then widened.

"Run!" I shouted beginning to run, as did the others the crows scattering, as the Tyrant dropped through the roof. Are you FUCKING kidding?! I turned, and fired the shotgun, making several crows explode in a puff of feathers, and hitting the Tyrant's coat. Shit! I grabbed two magazines of what looked like .40 S&W. Then I turned and was met with the fist of the Tyrant, sending me into the wall beside the exit. I was seeing doubles and my vision was unfocused. And all I heard were the stomps of the Tyrant inching closer.

Chapter 4 END!

That's all for this chapter folks! Next week is the release of Majora's Mask 3D so when I get that I'm probably gonna be focusing on it a lot, or maybe even starting a fic for it too! But that's all this time guys! I hope you liked this chapter!