Resident Evil: The Untold Story

Author's Notes: Chapter Six, at last. Review, people, okay? Or e-mail us. We're not going to post our e-mail addresses in each chapter any more; they're in the other five chapters and the prologue, look there, okay? Please tell us if we suck or if we rule or if we have something in our noses. (Well, you get the point, hopefully.
-- Okuichan and Rain Child

Chapter Six: Trapped

The large, open chamber of the Raccoon Police Department's front hall was completely empty of life. No cops milling about; no secretary at the reception desk. The four sets of footsteps echoed on the marble floor as Angel, Luke, Callie, and Marcus entered the police station. "At least it's quiet," Callie muttered.
"Where is everybody?" Marcus whispered.
"At the donut shop," Luke joked. The others glared at him. He sighed, and said, "Let's look for a phone or something. Figure out why no one's here."
"I'm sure there's someone around," Angel said, sounding uncertain. "There's got to be at least a few night-shifts around." Under her breath, she added, "Unless they're all dead."
Then her eyes narrowed. "Hey, guys? That wasn't there yesterday."
Luke followed her gaze. "The three potted plants?"
Angel glared at him. "No, moron, the door."
"The door wasn't there yesterday?" Luke said, trying to keep his face straight. The door over to the right of the main entrance was pretty average, save several large wooden planks nailed hastily across it.
She exhaled sharply. "The boards, you idiot! Why the hell is it boarded up?"
The smirk on Luke's face disappeared instantly. "Good question."
Marcus headed over to it. "Where's it lead, Angel?"
She tried to think. "Um, to the interrogation room, and a few offices. Also, the hallway to the basement stairs."
"What about this one?" Callie called.
Angel turned, eyes widening. "That's the way I went yesterday. A waiting room, and then the room where they keep the case files and reports, then the debriefing room and the dark room. Okay, I'm officially freaked out."
Marcus gave one of the boards on the first door an experimental tug. "Not too stable," he mused. "Should we yank them off?"
Luke shook his head, vaguely wondering why everyone was asking him what to do. "If the RPD wants them taken down, let them mess with it. Let's search the rest of the area."
Marcus shrugged and nodded, moving off into the hall. Luke noticed that Angel had drawn her gun, looking tensed, as though anticipating an attack. Luke swallowed, following Marcus to the only door that wasn't barricaded.
Callie circled around to the reception desk, picking up the phone. "Weird," she murmured. "It's dead."
"Peachy," Angel said with a sigh.
"Why would the police station's phone lines be out?" Luke mused aloud. "Wouldn't the whole city have to be out for that to happen?"
"At least, yeah," Angel replied. "I thought they had some kind of back-up, though. Maybe I was wrong."
"Maybe," Luke repeated. He was beginning to doubt it.
"Oh, shit," Callie said suddenly.
"If I hear that one more time..." Luke said.
"Oh, big crap then!" Callie yelled at him. Luke took a step back, surprised. Callie was the shy, quiet type; he couldn't remember hearing her yell at someone.
"What is it, Callie?" Angel said, glaring at Luke. Since Callie had arrived to join their little team, Angel had been sticking up for her... or else Angel just wanted an excuse to growl at him.
Marcus went to stand behind Callie. Wordlessly, she handed him a bunch of papers she'd pulled from a desk drawer. "To William Birken," Marcus read aloud.
"He's a scientist," Callie interrupted softly. "One of the best. Works for Umbrella."
Luke nodded; he'd heard of Birken, too. Marcus continued to read.

"I've followed Umbrella's orders. The city is completely cut off. Anyone trying to use a phone will discover the lines have been rendered useless. The last barricade will be at the main highway; should be finished in a few hours. The press hasn't gotten the virus-carriers publicized outside of Raccoon. Raccoon City is under marshal law... to the best of anyone's knowledge. No one will be getting in or out.
-- Brian Irons, Chief of Police"

"Oh, sh... really big crap," Marcus muttered, putting down the letter. "We're trapped. Completely. There's no way out of Raccoon."