Chapter 9

Children of the Corn

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters mentioned, or the idea of the bestselling video game in the universe, (Resident Evil). I based this fanfiction off of the following:

The Resident Evil movies,

The novelization's by Keith R.A. DeCandido,

Based off of the screenplay by Paul W.S. Anderson,

And Based on Capcom's best selling video game,

I have taken scenes straight from the movies, games and even more so from the books, the one and only idea, I do take credit for is the idea of keeping Rain in the fan fiction, throughout the story so please don't sue me! This whole thing was and is for you're love, and possibly obsession (Don't worry, no pun intended, I my self am a bit obsessed.lol) for the beloved Resident Evil.

L.J entered the first room he came to in his wing, and jugging from the looks of it, it was a science lab. There were four long black top counters with four faucets and Bunsen burners to each table. Against the wall were jars filled with dirty water and dead animals.

"No wonder the world's goin' crazy, if they were lettin' little kids play with this shit." L.J muttered aloud to no one.

On the far side of the room was a frosted glass door. There was something in the window!

L.J's first instinct was to get the hell outta there, but he stopped, and walked over to the door.

Put his hand on the knob.

And yanked the door open, raising his custom gold-plated Magnum, ready to shoot the zombie bitch.

But the only thing that popped out was a skeleton, one of those plastic ass skeletons hanging from a hook.

L.J let out a sigh of relief, as he inserted the muzzle end of his gun into the eye socket and spoke to no one. "I see you mother-"

Then suddenly, out of nowhere, a zombie came at him, as he finished his sentence. He froze with fear, as he pointed his gun at the creature, backing up.

It fell to the floor.

L.J blinked. Some dude in a black uniform had just killed the zombie! The uniform had a name tag that read Olivera.

"You got the call as well?" Olivera asked.

"What?"

"You're here for the girl?"

L.J nodded. "oh, yeah, yeah. Right, the girl."

"Ashford didn't say he made a deal with anyone else. But I guess we're partners."

Olivera held out his hand. "Carlos Olivera."

L.J took it warily and repeated the words from back in the truck. "Lloyd Jefferson Wayne. You can call me L.J, on account of the informal situation."

"Point, Pull repeat." Morales were repeating Jill's words as if we're some kind of holy ritual. Terri hated guns.

She opened the door to one of the classrooms. The place was a mess. Desks were overturned; papers and books littered the floor.

It looked pretty much like the rest of city.

Submissively, she filmed the room with her camera; witch felt a helluva lot more comfortable in her right hand than the pistol did in her right.

She startled when she heard something, it sounded like a whimper of some sort.

"Angela?"

Moving toward the sound, she found a small child cowering in the corner, it looked like she was cradling a doll in her arms.

"Its okay honey, we're here to take you home."

Setting the camera down, she touched the girls shoulder to turn her around.

A horrified face gazed back at her.

The first thing Terri noticed was the blood that stained her lips.

Then she noticed the milky white eyes.

Both contrasted eerily with the pasty skin.

The girl was dead.

But the doll wasn't a doll; she had been feeding off of an arm that she managed to detach from a fellow class mate. Terri backed up frightened at the sight before her. then she bumped into something.

More like someone.

Turning around she found the walking corpse of a young boy. Looking around the classroom, she found that there were dozens of dead walking kids, and they had her cornered like an animal.

Then a slicing pain started at her calf, and traveled up her leg. Screaming as she looked behind her, the girl had taken a chunk out of her leg. Then the boy tore into her arm. The pain was overwhelming as small teeth ripped into her flesh.

She collapsed to the floor, were many kids began to mangle her body with there mouths. The last thing she saw was her camera lying on the table not but three feet from her, still recording.

Her last thought was that there was no way she was going to be the one receiving her Emmy.