Chapter 11

"Leon! Your alive!" Claire Redfield welcomed the return of Raccoon Police officer Leon Scott Kennedy. He began to barricade the door in which Claire had allowed him to enter without hesitation. "Are you the only one?" He asked Claire.

"There's two more Carlos Olivera and Jill Valentine, their scouting the building for infected."

Leon finished barricading and turned to face Claire. "Do we have contact with them?"

"No, no contact at all..."

"How long ago did they leave?" Leon continued to bombard her with questions. She gave a quick glance at a still functional clock hanging above the door. "I'd say twenty minutes ago."

- - -

"It's been twenty minutes Jill, this place has to be safe." Carlos Olivera rummaged through a pile of paperwork on a nearby computer table.

"Think what you'd like, I've been through this once before. Nothing and nowhere is safe" Jill slowly opened an office door, poking her gun in the room first. She opened it more allowing her to see within. Nothing but the darkness occupied the room.

"Alright let's check upstairs" She turned from the door and walked past Carlos.

"What exactly are we dealing with since you've been through this before?"

Jill stopped walking and turned back towards Carlos.

"You mean to tell me Umbrella didn't inform you on the situation?" The mansion had changed Jill. Her once soft tone now rugged.

"Sure they tell us, but not the things they don't want us to know. All we got was a level 9 outbreak and we were sent in to clean it up, no other information"

- - - -

"Was it really a smart move to deny the UBCS?" Justin asked as he and Ricky walked through a dark ally within Raccoon city.

"Yep"

"And S.T.A.R.S?"

"Yep"

"And the R.P.D?"

"Oh yeah."

Ricky neared the end of the alleyway with Justin close behind. Justin had a folded sniper rifle strapped to his back as well as an smg strapped to his leg, and in his hand a large black handgun. Ricky had 3 holsters on his back occupied by medium sized katana's and the third one which rested over his spine occupied a spaz-9 shotgun. His trusty knife still inhabited the waist portion of his body. Ricky peered out the ally, seeing only utter chaos. Cars set ablaze, blood staining the street's and countless infected feasting on carcasses.

"They look like zombies.." Ricky whispered to Justin as he leaned back into the ally.

"Who?"

"The infected, their faces are covered in blood, organs hanging out flesh torn away.."

"And they don't die?"

"Not without a hole through their heads."

"Ok than whats our mission?"

Ricky pulled out his shotgun and cocked it. "Well we really don't have much of a mission, this is just to have some fun"

"So you declined all the organizations that would have allowed us to help a few lucky survivors to go on a killing spree?" a hint of anger escaped Justin's voice.

"Basically" Ricky pushed his back against the wall as an infected walked by. He waited for the infected to get a safe distance before reaching into his pocket and taking out two syringes.

"Here inject yourself before we go out"

He tossed one of the syringes to Justin who caught it with his left hand.

"What the hell is this?"

"Safety precautions." Ricky replied injecting himself in the neck.

"The stabilizer?" Justin asked eying the syringe.

"Yeah, while you were in the hospital I was working on it, I even got live animal test subjects" Ricky replied.

"What's the end result?"

" It's incomplete, I need to run a couple of formulas by you when were done here but for now,.. 76% chance it will convert T-Virus to G-Virus, 39% chance it will suppress negative mutations of the G-Virus and 23% chance we will keep our sanity."

"What sanity?" Justin joked. Ricky let out a single laugh before peeking out the ally once more.

"All Clear, let's go!" Ricky said sprinting out into the street.

Justin sprinted after. The street had an eerie calm, no infected inhabited it. Justin followed Ricky to the other side of the street.

"So your really serious about going on a mindless rampage throughout the city for no reason? No motives? Is there any word from Wesker at least?"

"He's dead remember" Ricky replied simply with a smile. Justin growled in frustration.

"Can you inject yourself?" Ricky realized Justin held the syringe in his hand still.

Justin held out his arm and slowly pushed the needle into his vein, pushing the plunger on the end injecting the stabilizer into his bloodstream. He pulled out the syringe afterwards and threw it to the floor.

"So is there any side affects?" Justin asked.

"Hm?" Ricky turned around , he began to eyeball a nearby building intensely.

"What's up?"

"Shh...listen.." Ricky commanded. Justin stood silent, straining his ears to hear what Ricky did. Soon the noise became clear to Justin. Several screeches, cries, and moans.

"How far do you think they are?"

"Ricky pulled out his knife "Not far enough.." he replied. He slowly walked forward past a window. Barking could barely be heard. "What the fuck is that?"

The barking grew louder and louder until finally an infected dog crashed through the window tackling Ricky to the floor.

"Not this shit again!" Ricky yelled as he struggled to fight back against the dog. "A little help would be nice!" He held the dog by the throat pushing it back a bit. "Oh yeah!" Justin replied. He aimed his handgun at the dog taking the shot. The bullet landed in the back of the dog making it wince. This allowed Ricky to pick it up and stab it directly in the chest. He slid the knife downwards, tearing the dogs chest open. Intestines and organs began to spill out of the dog's body and rested on the ground. In one last action the dog let out a howl drawing the attention of nearby infected. Their moans and shrieks set off other infected until the whole city filled with moans and shrieks.

Ricky threw the dog on the ground and picked up his shotgun from the ground. The sound of rushing infected drew closer. "Shit it sounds like it'll be to many for us to handle alone" Ricky stated.

"What the hell do we do than?"

Ricky quickly surveyed his surroundings. He noted a neatly boarded up building that was once a restaurant. "Follow me" he said walking towards the restaurant. Once there Ricky began to pry the boards off the restaurants window.

"Give me a hand" He said struggling. Justin put his pistol into it's holster and began to help pry the board off. They eventually got it off with time to spare.

"Alright" Ricky said "Let's get in"

He went first followed by Justin. After they both had entered, Ricky took a nearby bulletin board and placed it neatly where the boards once stood, a perfect fit. He then turned around to be greeted by blood stained walls and floors, Justin sat in a nearby booth towering over a unfinished plate of rotted eggs. "Why the hell was this place boarded up?" Justin asked as he began to play with the eggs using a nearby fork.

"Maybe there's some survivors camping out here, who knows."

Ricky opened a fridge located close to the now boarded window. Inside was enough food to last a week, all non-perishable. "Look at all this fucki--"

Ricky was cut off by the cocking of a shotgun. "Back the fuck away from the food." An unknown voice commanded. Ricky did as told. "Turn around" The voice commanded once more. Ricky turned to see Justin on the ground with a female towering over him putting a pistol to his head.

"Hey Hey calm down" Ricky said. His eyes ran quickly over both the people in the room. The woman was noticeably not used to handling a gun, she tightly held a revolver, her arms were straight and she had kept the gun far away from the body. A bit frail as well.

The man on the other hand was large and he held his shotgun confidently.

"Calm down? You break into our home and try to steal our food, you want us to calm down?" The man firmly spoke. "No one was trying to steal your fucking food" Justin replied, Ricky glanced at him and tried not to laugh at the fact that he had been taken down by a girl half his size. 'Never Underestimate Females' Ricky thought to himself.

Suddenly a loud banging noise emitted from the barricade, followed by several more.

The man looked up slightly. His attention was still set on Ricky. The woman looked up as well but completely took attention off Justin. Her eyes were filled with fear. She lowered her gun closer to Justin. Justin took this advantage, turning sharply and grabbing the womans arm. He stood up and twisted her arm behind her back. He then took the revolver from her and put it to her head. "Doesn't feel so good right? Now you know how uncomfortable I was" He spoke out loud directing his words to the woman. The man turned to face Justin but fell as Ricky knelt to the ground and kicked the mans legs upwards. The shotgun went off as it made contact with the floor, leaving a huge chunk of the ceiling missing. The man now lied on his back, Ricky took out his shotgun and pointed it in the direction of the mans face.

"Stay down" Ricky commanded. The man just lied still. The moans of infected could be heard from the outside.

"Y'know Justin, We could have probably ended that without any violence" Ricky said with a slight bit of humor in his tone. "But nice move anyways!"

"Thanks!"

Ricky replied to Justin with a nod and then returned to seriousness. "Anyone else in here that I should know about?"

The man shook his head. The banging on the barricade grew louder. "Shit. Ricky we have to get out of here" Justin stated.

"And go where?" Ricky replied. He kept his focus on the man. "I know a place..." The voice came from the female. "Where is it?" Ricky asked.

She let out a small whimper of terror before answering. "Subway.. The radio said that a military checkpoint is ...set there... the way out of the city.." She took pauses mid sentence to catch her breath.

Ricky shook his head in denial. "I doubt it's the way out. Umbrella probably hired them to shoot anyone on site, they wouldn't risk a bigger outbreak leaving the city."

"Doesn't hurt to try" Justin replied.

"But how do we get out of here"

Justin kept the revolver firmly on the womans head as he quickly surveyed the room. He noticed a crease in the floorboards. "Come on" He commanded as he pulled the woman allowing him to reach the crease. "Hurry the fuck up" Ricky said giving the now unstable barricade a glance.

"I got it" Justin pulled up the floorboard revealing a wooden staircase. "Where do you think this leads to?"

"Let's find out" Ricky replied. He pulled the man and they both went down the stairs. Justin and the woman followed after. Justin replaced the floorboard over the stairs as he went in.

Inside were a few crates and what seemed to be a long row of train tracks leading down a long dark tunnel. There were a few lights that each blinked on and off. "Isn't this lucky.." Justin said staring at the track, he had let go of the woman.

Ricky blew dust off a crate revealing the Umbrella logo. "Umbrella has this city in it's grip" Ricky said. Justin saw the logo as well.

"Why the fuck would they need a train station under a restaurant."

"Don't know but it works for us, let's keep going straight"

Ricky pushed the man forwards up the tracks. He followed after.

"After you" Justin politely said to the woman as she walked ahead of him.

- - - -

"Leon" Claire said directing Leon's attention to Jill and Carlos who had just returned.

"Is the area safe?" Leon asked.

"Who the hell are you" Jill dodged his question.

"Leon Scott Kennedy. Raccoon Police Department, is the area safe?"

"It's safer than out there" Carlos responded.

Leon walked forward and sat down on a chair.

"So whats the plan" He asked.

"We sit here and wait for a rescue team" Claire told Leon.

"No, we haven't been able to reach H.Q. There might not be a rescue team" Carlos interrupted.

"Well they can't just leave all these people here...Can they?" It was Jill, she stood just behind Leon.

"No clue.. but if no one shows up were going to have to find a way out ourselves."

- - - -

"How far is this fucking checkpoint!?"

The four were still traveling on the train tracks. Justin had the flashlight of his pistol clicked on.

"Stop bitching" Ricky replied. He walked silently listening for the sounds of infected. He walked in front of Justin. His shotgun stationary on the two survivors in front of him.

"So why do we have to bring them with us" Justin whispered to Ricky as he walked closer to him.

"Their survivors, were protecting them"

"They don't seem to think so."

"Well they did attack us, their in a very stressful situation, so their more likely to do something dumb."

"I think we should at least explain to them who we are"

Ricky thought for a moment. "After all this do you think they'll listen to us?"

"It's worth a shot, besides they would be more useful as allies than prisoners."

Ricky weighed his option before ordering the two survivors to stop.

"Alright Justin explain to them what's going on"

"What?-- I thought you were--"

"Your idea you do the work."

"Your an ass.."

"At least I don't suck dick"

"At least I don't like to get rammed every night."

"Your face.."

"What!?"

"Exactly" Ricky ended "Now explain!"

Justin nodded his head. "Alright here's the deal. I'm Justin, He's Ricky. We kill zombies to keep you alive, now you explain your situation. Start with names."

The woman answered first. "I'm Mary."

The man silently stared at her as if she had just forsaken them both.

"Alright and you?" Ricky asked the man.

"None of your business." The man responded.

He continued to walk forwards. Justin, Ricky, and Mary followed after. A light was coming into sight up ahead. "The checkpoint!" The man said, he sped up towards the light.

"She was right..?" Ricky asked Justin in confusion. They watched the man step under the light. "Well what are you waiting for? We fucking made i-"

He was cut off as the tongue of a Licker strangled him by the throat and dragged him into the darkness. "Shit!" Justin yelled as he pulled out his Uzi's. Ricky pushed Mary behind him as he removed his Katanas from his back, holding one in each hand. A loud screech broke the silence as a Licker lunged at Ricky. Ricky quickly jabbed forward with his Katana impaling the Licker through the chest. It flailed and screeched in pain. Ricky than brought his second blade down into the creatures brain.

"That was to fucking easy" Ricky said as he tossed the Licker carcass off his blade. He was answered by the clanking of multiple claws against concrete. Justin held his handgun with his right hand and his Uzi with his left. He pointed the light of his pistol to the wall of the tunnel. Fear twisted within the gut's of the boy's as they saw the walls were crowded with thousands of hungry Lickers.

"Maybe..they'll just go away." Ricky said mocking Justin. Slight fear was in his tone.

Mary let out a scream which blended together with the chorus of screeches from the Lickers as they charged at the three....

Took a While but we got the next chapter up. Two other chapters have been written up as well and will be released shortly by the way, the gay joke used is not meant to be offensive. We have nothing against any party of people ! Also the name chosen for the woman wasn't intentional....or was it!?

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