Trailer Park Boys In Resident Evil By JediClutz
Chapter 9
Disclaimer: I don't own Resident Evil, Trailer Park Boys, or any of its characters.
The elevator platform reaches its destination under the cold and haunting industrial district. Umbrella's secret chemical lab. The place where the multi-million dollar corporation discreetly performed research and development of bio-organic weapons.
Inside the motionless elevator car, Ricky, Julian, Claire, and Randy sit and wait with patience on the, rather uncomfortable, benches. Leon and Bubbles remain standing up.
"What the hell was out there, Leon?" asked Bubbles. "Was it the big fucking Samsquitch himself?"
"I don't know what that thing was, but it sure as hell wanted us dead," replied Leon. "It looked like it used to be human before something horrible happened to him. As Claire and I fought it, the creature seemed to be...morphing into something that was definitely not human and it became more aggressive."
"Morphing people?" wondered Ricky. "This place is becoming more fucked up as it is."
"Is the bastard dead?" Bubbles asked Leon.
"No," was Leon's reply, "it ran away when it was severely injured."
"Shit!" cussed Bubbles. "That means it's still out there." The group cuts out of conversation shortly after hearing a light groan from the the far side of the small space. They turn their attention over to see Sherry breaking out of her long slumber. After a wide yawn, she curiously glances around at the strange new faces. Claire walks over to kneel down in front of her.
"Sherry, are you okay?" asked Claire.
"Yeah, I'm fine," she replied softly. "Just a little dizzy. Where are we and who are they?"
"Oh! This is Leon, Julian, and Randy," said Claire, introducing Sherry to Leon and his former group. The tired, young girl spots Ricky behind her.
"Hi, Ricky," said Sherry.
"Hey, Sherry" responded Ricky. "Uh listen. I'm sorry for leaving my dope out. I didn't even know you were gonna mistake it for that healing plant you were talking about earlier."
"It's alright, Ricky," said Sherry. She looks back at Claire. "Anyway, where are we?"
"We're in Umbrella's chemical plant," replied Claire.
"The chemical plant?" Sherry wondered aloud. "My parents work here. They might still be in this place."
"We may have to assume the worst," said Leon, "but if we do come across them or any other survivors then we'll make sure they escape with us."
"Thanks Leon, though I'm not sure if it really matters," said Sherry, appearing a little depressed. "You see, my parents never really spent much time with me. They were always more interested in their jobs and they worked very long shifts because of that. To tell you the truth, I think you guys are more reliable than them."
"I know that feeling," commented Bubbles. "My parents abandoned me when I was young. Now Ricky, Julian, and all my cats are my real family."
"Sherry, just because your parents are too involved in their work doesn't mean that they don't love you," explained Claire, placing a warm palm on Sherry's right shoulder. "If we do find them alive in the plant, then they're coming with us."
"Thanks, Claire," said Sherry.
"I think we should all step out of this tin can and get going," suggested Leon. "Ada might be somewhere in this hellhole and there's bound to be an alternative escape route."
"Yeah, if there is one," said Julian. Leon pulls open the door and starts to head out.
"I'll wait for all you guys to get out first," said Ricky. "I don't any one of you with that fucking door." Claire helps Sherry onto her feet and they both follow Julian and Randy out of the elevator car, but not before Claire hands Bubbles back his grenade launcher. He follows them out soon afterwards and, lastly, Ricky proceeds outside.
Leon leads the survivors off the rear platform of the elevator car. The air smelled stale before eventually dancing with fresh air from the surface. Julian looks up only to see nothing but sheer blackness covering the elevator shaft. Sherry screams in fear and the others quickly turn to face the lobby nearby. Stumbling between a security guardhouse and a branching hallway, a small horde of flesh-hungry zombies sense the presence of fresh meat. Unlike the zombies back on the streets of Raccoon City, these undead beings were stripped of both cloth and skin. They begin their slow advance towards the survivors.
"Fuck, these zombies are uglier than the last batch," commented Ricky.
"I'll take care of these shitheads," said Bubbles, shoving a grenade into the breech of his M79. Snapping it shut, he singles himself out of the group and aims at the cannibalistic gathering. "This is what happens when you fuck with the Green Bastard you man-eating pricks!" Bubbles pulls hard on the trigger and the grenade shoots out with a loud pop. A powerful explosion decimates the zombie horde, blowing apart limbs and engulfing many in flames. However, one armless zombies remained standing. It continues to stagger towards Bubbles like a crippled drunk. The Green Bastard reaches into a pocket of his jacket, but he felt nothing solid except fluffy traces of lint. "Shit, I'm out of grenades!"
"Bubbles, get back!" ordered Leon. "I'll finish this one off!"
"Fuck that!" shouted a stubborn Bubbles. "I ain't giving up!" He holds the stock of the grenade launcher with both hands. The zombie was much closer now. As soon as it came within his reach, Bubbles swinged his empty weapon at the undead cannibal's head like a baseball bat. Its head rips off from its neck and it sails down the main hallway. After touching down on the concrete floor, the head finally rolls to a complete stop beside a pair of closed elevator doors. The rest of the corpse walked for a few more steps before succumbing to a complete death.
"Jesus, Bubs! You're fucking nuts!" said Ricky.
"It's a good thing you're on our side, Bubbles," added Julian.
"This sucks, guys," said Bubbles, throwing down his grenade launcher. "My grenade popper's now a piece of useless shit. I don't have anymore grenades." Leon removes his pistol from its holster and he looks down at the gun. As he walked over to Bubbles, he reached into his side pack and pulled out a handful of 9mm rounds.
"Here," said Leon. "You can use my service pistol for the time being. Just don't lose it and please conserve your ammo."
"You're awesome, Leon," thanked Bubbles as he gladly accepted the firearm and bullets.
"Hey guys," said Sherry, "There's a map over by the security office." The survivors turn their attention towards a blue-framed layout of the entire complex, encased in plastic. They immediately head over to examine the map.
"Wow, this chemical plant must be enormous!" said Randy. "It's kind of amazing how Umbrella managed to keep all of this completely hidden."
"Yeah, and it's kind of amazing how Umbrella creating something that's fucked up everything here," added Claire with an emerging hatred for the corporation.
"According to this map," explained Leon, "there's an emergency train station on a lower level. It can be accessed by that elevator where that zombie's head went flying to, or by another lift from somewhere else."
"At least there's a way out of here," said Julian.
"I know, but Ada has to be somewhere in this complex," said Leon, who was desperate to find the missing woman.
"Leon, Ada's been constantly running off whenever we meet up with her," explained Julian. "For all I know, she probably doesn't want our help and wants us to fuck off instead."
"I'm not leaving without Ada," responded Leon, refusing to give up. "She's gonna leave with us whether she likes it or not. We're gonna have to split up again. Claire, I would like you to take Sherry, Julian, and Bubbles down to the train station and see if you can get our escape route up and running."
"Sure, I'd be glad to," said Claire.
"The rest of us are gonna go search for Ada, starting with this level," continued Leon. "Give us at least an hour or so. If we never make it to the train long before then, feel free to leave without us."
"I'll think twice before I decide to leave you guys behind," said Claire.
"It's just a precaution in case something were to go wrong," said Leon. "Anyway, I think we should get moving."
"Alright," agreed Claire. The survivors turn away from the map and, gradually, they begin to split up into their proposed groups. Claire leads her group towards the elevator while Leon leads the others down the narrow hallway.
Ada Wong stares down the dark and almost-endless elevator shaft that led down to Umbrella's secret faculity. Cold winds howled throughout the factory and its neighbouring structures. Her gun was clutched in her right hand as goosebumps developed on her skin. In her other hand, she held a sealed vial which contained a dark purple liquid.
"Well, it seems that you boys have decided to continue on down to the chemical plant," Ada spoke to herself as if she was talking to Leon. "However, there's no need for me to waste anymore time around here. I just found out from that scientist who shot you, Leon, that John's dead. He's gone and I will never see him again, but in order to make my journey here worthwhile, I've managed to obtain what I really came here for. The G-virus. It was not easy to take it from that stubborn scientist, but that was before she went in for a drink back in the sewers. Anyway, I don't intend to stick around for much longer so I bid you a fair goodbye and good luck. Be careful down there, Leon." Ada shoves the G-virus sample into a pocket on her dress and makes a beeline for a nearby fence. She leaps over the barrier and then disappears into the shadows of the industrial district.
Another pair of elevator doors spread open and Claire steps out with the other survivors. They find themselves standing in a huge railway station with various electronic equipment and stell fences with gates bordering certain areas. A catwalk arches over a long, steel train with an Umbrella logo painted on both sides. Several bulky cars line up connected to each other behind a head car, which faced an endless stretch of concrete tunnel.
"Looks like this is the right stop," said Claire. "Come on, let's get inside." She leads her group towards a pair of sliding doors on their side of the train.
The automatic doors slide apart as Claire walks in with the others. The head car was modified with metal benches that clinged to the interior walls. Two smaller sliding doors face each other on both ends of the train section. One led to the train's control systems while the other led back outside to the next car. Sherry sits down on a bench next to a large storage chest.
"Alright, let's get this thing ready to take us away from this hell on earth," said Claire.
"I'm right on it," said Bubbles, rushing up the small steps into the revealing control room. Julian lifts up the lid of the chest and discovers an assortment of food rations and a first aid kit. He starts digging through the packaged rations.
"Claire, do you happen to know where this train will lead us to?" asked Sherry.
"Not a clue," she replied, "but I hope it will take us somewhere out of Raccoon City." Julian nears the bottom of the chest and, finally, he finds exactly what he hoped for. A bottle of Jamaican rum. He smiles as he lifts the liquor up and closes the chest.
"Fuck!" Bubbles shouted from the control room.
"What? What is it?" wondered Claire, turning her head to see the automatic door reopen with Bubbles walking down the steps. A frustrated look is present on his face.
"Nothing works!" continued Bubbles. "None of the fucking controls work!"
"Is there any power to them?" asked Claire.
"No!" responded Bubbles. "That's why they're not working! We're fucked!"
"Bubbles, calm down," said Claire. "This train probably requires power from a source somewhere around the station." She takes notice of Julian unscrewing the cap off of the bottle of rum. Without warning, she walks over to him and swipes the bottle out of his hands.
"Hey, what the hell are you doing?" asked Julian. Claire fully unscrews off the cap and drinks a long sip. Then she gives the bottle back to Julian and cringes her eyes for a brief moment as the alcohol kicked her. "Well, you could've at least asked first."
"Sorry, I forgot," apologized Claire. "You guys look after Sherry until I get back. I'm going out to see if I can get power flowing into this machine. I'll try not to be too long." The automatic double doors, leading back out to the station, fly open and Claire runs out. The doors close back together soon afterwards, Julian takes a sip of rum as Bubbles heads back into the control room. He looks around his surroundings and notices Sherry staring at him with a smile.
"What?" asked Julian.
"Can I have a drink?" replied Sherry.
"No!" countered Julian.
"Not even a tiny sip?" said Sherry.
"Okay, fine!" Julian gave in, "but just a tiny sip." He walks over to Sherry and gives her the glass bottle.
Leon and Randy enter into a small, cluttered room filled with various lab equipment and polished countertops. Shards of broken glass are scattered on the floor, probably from smashed beakers and test tubes. In front of the two-man, initially three, search party was a strange-looking machine with a green monitor next to it.
"What the hell is that?" wondered Randy.
"I don't know," said Leon. "Maybe it's a machine used to synthesize chemicals. I've never seen this kind of technology before."
"I've always heard strange things about the Umbrella Corporation and their activities," Randy discussed with Leon. "Mr. Lahey never believed any of the rumours, but at the same time, he had his own beliefs as well. Now that I'm here in this place, I know now that it's not just rumours."
"I know. This whole thing's insane," agreed Leon. "Umbrella is insane. Why the hell would they invest their money into making weapons that live to be killing machines?"
"Beats me," said Randy. "All I know is that it's fucked up." As they moved deeper into the messy laboratory, they discover a blood-stained hospital bed surrounded by overhead lamps and medical tool trays.
"Jesus," Leon whispered to himself.
"Okay, Ada's not here so shall we go now?" asked Randy, who was deseperate to leave the disgusting sight.
"Yeah," replied Leon. "Let's continue searching." The two start to head back towards the doorway when, suddenly, Randy realizes something that did not seem right to him.
"Wait a minute. Isn't Ricky supposed to be with us?" he asked.
"Yeah. He's..." Leon looks around, but Ricky with nowhere to be seen. "Aw shit!"
To Be Continued.