Trailer Park Boys In Resident Evil By JediClutz
Chapter 10
Disclaimer: I don't own Resident Evil, Trailer Park Boys, or any of its characters.
In a dark, gigantic room, Ricky walks down a catwalk of steel grates and red-painted guardrails. Massive pillars of cast iron hold up a high ceiling. Inside each pillar's skeletal body, pipes and large, insulated wires ran in both directions to and from the ceiling. A solid wall ended the catwalk's path, but Ricky stops to rest by a control panel in front of the largest pillar. Setting down his shotgun on a nearby steel grate, he reaches into a pocket of his track pants and pulls out a small, wrapped joint. Placing the dope in his mouth, he takes out his lighter and ignites the exposed end.
"Finally, a place where I can relax and enjoy my last joint," Ricky happily said to himself, breathing out a puff of smoke. Suddenly, a sharp pain quickly tears through his leg as a bullet pierces through his flesh. His joint tumbled out of his mouth as he screamed in pain. "Arrgggh!...Fuck!" Ricky stumbles to his knees and picks up his shotgun. Then an unfamiliar voice fills his ears and he freezes.
"Don't move, or I'll put another one in your other leg!" shouted an angered, female voice.
"Arrghh!...What in the fuck?" cursed Ricky as he turned his head to see the blond woman, whom Leon and Ada encountered earlier in the sewers, standing about seven feet away from him. She held a pistol in her right and aimed directly at Ricky.
"Throw your gun over the guardrail," ordered the woman.
"No way! I need that!" refused Ricky.
"I said throw it over!" she demanded again, this time with more hostility. Left with no choice, Ricky casts his shotgun over the guardrail. It plummets down into the dark abyss.
"Who the fuck are you anyway?" asked Ricky.
"I'm asking the questions here," retorted the woman. "First, identify yourself." There was no answer from the wounded Ricky. "Tell me your name!"
"Randy...Randy Lahey," lied Ricky.
"Randy Lahey?" said the woman, who seemed to be fooled by Ricky's false name. "You don't seem familiar at all, but that does not mean you're not a threat. Who sent you?"
"Nobody sent me," responded Ricky. "I'm just trying to get the fuck outta here. Who are you?"
"Fine, if you insist," said the woman. "I'm Dr. Annette Birkin and I worked here alongside with my husband, William. He's the man responsible for creating both the T-virus and the G-virus. Who do you work for?"
"I work for a car dealership owned by Jim Trevor," Ricky replied with another lie.
"You're lying!" shouted Annette. "I can see it on your face. You're working for an agency that wants you to obtain a sample of the G-virus. Well, you're too late. Another agent has managed to take it from me."
"G-virus. B-virus. Dick-virus. I don't know what the fuck you're going on about, Doctor," said Ricky. "Now please give me something to plug my wound or fuck off."
"I don't really care if you're bleeding to death," said Annette with a cold voice. "No one's leaving this faculity alive." All of the sudden, the double doors on the other end of the catwalk rapidly start to bend outwards. Then the thick doors are ripped off their hinges and they trip over the guardrails. Standing in the wrecked doorway was a terrifying, grotesque monstrosity. Its skin was black as death and red as blood. Four muscular arms, each with a set of half-metre long, razor-sharp claws, spread out in an attack position. Two huge, bulging red eyes scan the creature's surroundings from its two topmost arms. Annette instantly lowers her pistol and she races over to the evil beast. She looks up at the towering monster and smiles in joy. "William, you're alive. I hope you still remember your loving wife." Without any hesitation, the creature slashes Annette with one set of claws, ripping her open and knocking her over a guardrail. She screamed as she plunged into the darkness below. The creature doesn't notice Ricky, who's hiding behind the control panel, and leaps off the catwalk, disappearing out of sight. Ricky slowly lifts himself up, still shocked from what he had just seen. The pain starts to build up in his leg again and he sits on top of the controls, accidently pushing down a big, red button.
"What was that?" Ricky asked himself. "Ah, my leg!" Suddenly, the huge pillar behind him starts to quake. Soon, the entire chemical plant was shaking to the tremor. The short earthquake subsides and Ricky looks up to see bolts of electricity wrapping around the pillar. A female computer voice issues out a warning through the PA system.
"The self-destruct sequence has been activated. Repeat. The self-destruct sequence has been activated. This sequence cannot be aborted. All employees proceed to the emergency car at the bottom platform." The computer voice echoes off as the buzzing, warning siren spreads its message throughout the faculity. Ricky springs onto his feet.
"Oh fuck!" yelled Ricky as he painfully limped his way out through the open doorway.
Meanwhile inside the train's lead car, Bubbles panics after hearing the terrifying message. Julian tries to calm him down while Sherry remains seated, watching the two guys.
"Self-destruct?" said Bubbles. "This place is gonna blow! We're fucked! We're definitely fucked!"
"Bubbles, get a hold of yourself!" demanded Julian.
"There's no power to this train and the whole place is gonna go ka-boom!" continued Bubbles. "We're not gonna make it!"
"We will make it," said Julian. "Just think positive."
"Fuck postive!" shouted Bubbles. "What good is that gonna do?" The passenger doors slide apart and Claire rushes inside the train. Sherry runs over to embrace her.
"Claire, you're back," Sherry said happily.
"See," pointed out Julian. "Some good things happen when you think positive."
"What's going on, Claire?" asked Bubbles. "Can we get the hell outta here?"
"Power's been routed over to the train," she replied, separating herself from Sherry. "Everything should work now."
"About fucking time," said Bubbles. "I'll go start it up."
"Just remember," Claire reminded Bubbles. "We still have three people out somewhere in the chemical lab."
"I know," said Bubbles. "I wasn't gonna leave them behind or anything." He dashes for the door leading into the control room.
The elevator doors open and Ricky limps down the wide hallway in the main lobby. At the same time, Leon and Randy race down the narrow, branching hallway. All three members of the former search party meet at the junction.
"Ricky, where the hell were you?" shouted an angry Leon.
"I was out looking for Ada like you told me to," answered Ricky.
"Yeah, but I also told you to stick with us as well," said Leon. Glancing at Ricky's leg, he notices the bloody, bullet wound. "What happened to your leg?"
"Some fucking crazy bitch shot me," replied Ricky. I swear she was on serious drugs cause she was nuts."
"Was it Ada who shot you?" asked Leon.
"I don't know," said Ricky. "Is she a doctor or something?"
"No, but the woman she chased after was a scientist," said Leon. "Did she say anything to you?"
"Yeah. She talked about all sorts of shit about some kind of virus and how someone stole it from her," explained Ricky. "I can't remember most of it cause I must've been stoned at the time."
"You were smoking dope again, weren't you?" said Randy.
"What the fuck do you think, Randy?" Ricky replied rudely.
"Do you remember anything else?" asked Leon.
"Oh yeah," continued Ricky. "She got killed by some big, ugly monster because she thought it was her husband. Fuck, this thing was a killing machine. I wonder if it was the Samsquitch that Bubbles keeps ranting on about."
"This place is about to go up in smoke and we don't know how much time we have left," said Leon. "We should hurry down to the train and get you something for that bullet wound."
"Don't worry about time," said Ricky. "I've seen it all in movies. These self-destructing countdowns usually take about two hours to finish."
"Five minutes until detonation," the computer voice reminded the complex.
"Fuck!" cursed Ricky as he and the other guys made a run for the elevator with Ricky limping behind Leon and Randy.
Claire and Sherry are seated on one of the many metal benches while Julian paces himself inside the head car. Bubbles remains hidden in the control room.
"What's taking them so long?" wondered Sherry. "I hope they're alright."
"I'm thinking the same thing too," said Julian. "Come on, guys. We don't have much time left."
"Wait!" said Claire. Everyone around her stops to listen. They could hear what sounded like a pair of heavy doors opening. "I think that's the elevator." The side doors of the train car slid apart as Leon and Randy rushed in. "Leon!"
"Where's Ricky?" Shortly after Julian asked the rookie cop, Ricky stumbles into car, falling onto the hard floor with a loud thud.
"Ow! Fuck!" he cussed as the side doors sealed themselves shut.
"Oh my god! Is he going to be okay?" worried Sherry.
"I'm okay, Sherry," Ricky replied. "It's just a little flesh wound. Ahh...damn!"
"Is everyone here?" Leon asked Claire.
"Yes," she answered. The cop turns to face the direction of the control room.
"Hey, Bubbles!" shouted Leon. "We're good to go!"
"Great!" Bubbles yelled back from the control room. "Let's get this big fucker moving!"
The emergency train awakens and it begins its escape journey into the devouring tunnel, picking up as it slid on the tracks. Two cars had yet to be dragged out of the station when all of the sudden, a series of violent explosions rip throughout the area. Metal beams twist and pull apart like licorice. The arched catwalk bursts into two, sharp planks, shooting out lethal shards of debris. A massive fireball tears apart the elevator like paper as the once secret chemical plant perishs in its final doom.
Meanwhile back inside the train, the survivors drop to the floor. A powerful tremor rocks the vehicle, knocking a bench off of its support chains. Eventually, the shaking slowly fades away and everyone lifts themselves back onto their feet except Ricky.
"Are you okay?" Claire asked Sherry.
"Yes, I'm fine," replied the young girl. Leon gazes around the lead car and lets out a sigh of relief. Julian downs a shot of rum directly from the bottle.
"It's over," said Leon.
"No," disagreed Claire. "I have to find my brother."
"You're right," said Leon. "This is just the beginning. Umbrella must be stopped before more incidents like Raccoon City ever happen again."
"Uh, listen," interrupted Ricky. "I know we just escaped a zombie-infested city and a secret lab full of monsters and you're all happy, but I'm fucking bleeding to death here."
"I'll get the first aid kit out of the chest," said Julian with a smile. He walks over to the storage chest and swings open the lid.
To Be Continued.
