Resident Evil REwritten
A New Nightmare
" " -Spoken
' ' -Thought
( ) -Commentary. The smartass remarks that could be heard from the back of my head. For comic relief, and personal opinions. They're usually too snarky to be said aloud.
Welcome to the world of Resident Evil. Good luck and godspeed, you stupid, suicidal motherfuckers.
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"Man is the ultimate hunter, the apex predator of this world. Pacifism, vegetarianism, homosexuality, spirituality, such things are unnatural; an abomination, an affront to human nature. They lie, not only to others, but worse, to themselves. You look at me as though you are looking down the barrel of a gun; you call me a psycho, a sociopath, a MONSTER. If that's true... Then we are all monsters. Denying one's nature does not change who, or what they are. Call yourself whatever you like... A wolf wearing a collar and leash may look like a dog, but it is still a wolf." -Kramden
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#21 Goodbye, Elliot. Hello, Leon
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*Roy*
A number of screeches and growls captured my full attention, and I levelled my gun towards the nearby door, right at head-height. "Stand-to, stand-to! Here they come!"
*THWUMPK!*
Something slammed into the old wooden door, rattling it.
*THWUMPK!*
It did so again, sending splinters flying. Claire finally managed to un-fuck her head and ready her gun, hands still trembling ever-so-slightly.
*POW-Fuhl...!*
A gunshot rang out in the tight, enclosed space... But it wasn't mine, nor Claire's.
*THWUMP-CLUNK!*
The door flew open, and in the span of a single heartbeat, I threw my hand out, shoving Claire's arm aside.
*POW-Fuhl...!*
"Holy shit! Check fire!" Leon shouted, ducking out of the doorway.
Typical rookie... His timing is both perfect, and perfectly terrible, all at the same time. "That you, rookie?" I called, double-checking that Claire wasn't about to ventilate him by mistake.
The blonde dork poked his head around the doorjam, eyes still wide. "Yeah, it's me! Damn, Claire! You almost took my head off." He looked slightly different than I recall... Younger, more boyish, and now seems to have a slight cleft chin. Still walking around with that dirty blonde Dicaprio cut.
The redhead finally seemed to calm herself, or at least, focus. "S-sorry, this place is making me jumpy. I'm really glad to see you're alright."
Leon brushed it off as well as one could. "Yeah, same to you. Been awhile, Roy, glad to see you, too. You were right about how bad an outbreak would be, it's hell-on-earth out there. You torture paid off, at least." Exposition, a godsend. So that part of what I remember is still true... If so, then the MTF and Spencer estate probably are, too. Which means my memories of Rebecca are probably secure.
This eased the worries pressing against the back of my mind, but did nothing to settle my nerves regarding our current situation. That being, bent over, lubed up, and pretty well-fucked in this police station, with no idea how to escape.
It'd be a good idea to change that ASAP.
I blinked, bringing myself back to reality. "Glad to hear it. Now, as nice as this reunion has been, we've got more pressing matters to attend to."
And with that, the sound of shattering glass and ominous moans filled the dark, eerie hall...
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*POW-Fuhl...!*
'Seventeen.'
*POW-Fuhl...!*
'Sixteen.'
*POW-Fuhl...!*
'Fifteen.'
"Come on, rookie, it's a fuse box, not a goddamn callgirl! Quit finger-fucking it and just shove the damn thing in!" I shouted, popping every zombie that got within 12 feet. Goddamn, there was an awful lot of them...
While I had around seven or eight seconds before the approaching horde got as close as I would let them, I tilted the pistol in my hand and popped the mag, checking the witness holes.
'Shit. Fifteen-round mags... Twelve left.'
Slapping it back into place, I lined up my sights again, calmly waiting for Leon to un-fuck the shutter that had stuck open.
"Ah'm doin' da besht Ah cahn, dahh-it! Ah'm uh cup, nut uh gud-dahh 'ecktwician!" Leon shouted back, flashlight in his mouth.
Rolling my eyes at his excuse, I called, "Then start learning! Red! I'm not hearing gunfire, you alright?"
"Yeah! They haven't gotten through the door over here, but it won't hold long!" She answered, Browning steady in her hands. Say what you will, but like her brother, she adapts quickly.
*POW-Fuhl..!*
I fired again, dropping the fat one leading the pack, causing several others to trip over his carcass in a chain reaction that would've been fairly amusing with the right background music. "Leon?"
"Gahh id!" He responded, popping the flashlight out of his mouth. "Come on!" And with that, he hopped back to the slowly descending shutter, drawing his weapon.
Claire was right on his heels, dashing past him and back into the main hall as I retreated, popping zombies with every step. "GO! GET OUT!" I shouted, emptying my magazine into the approaching horde.
Just as they ducked under the shutter, I turned tail and hauled ass behind them, thowing my self to the floor in a graceless slide, rolling the rest of the way into the hall as the shutter fully closed, the undead already clawing and pounding against it.
"Goddamn..." Leon panted, offering a hand to me. "Not even STARS training prepares you for shit like this, huh?"
STARS training? Am I supposed to be a member of STARS, now...?
New priority: Need to get to the STARS office, pronto.
Filing away that piece of information, I took Leon's hand and regained my feet, reloading my Beretta as I answered. "It certainly doesn't. How bad are the streets, rookie?"
He shook his head ruefully. "Hell-on-earth, roaming hordes of undead, lots of burning wreckage, multi-car pileups everywhere. The roads are a no-go, you'd need a killdozer... Nevermind the sinkhole blocking a bunch of streets and alleys.
Sinkhole...? Great, something else that's going to piss me off later today.
Drawing that notebook from my pocket, I said, "Hmph... Guess we'll have to go with whatever hairbrained scheme the others cooked up." Flipping through the pages, I skimmed the notes and sketches detailing some kind of secret passage left over from the RPD's days as a museum... Who the hell turns a museum into a police station, anyway? And who was the architect?
George Trevor?
Anyway. "Secret passage... Hidden under the maiden statue... Three medallions, three statues. Right." Having read what little was written, I snapped the book shut, passing it to Leon. "Going to be a long night... Memorize this information as best you can. Red, check the front desk for some pens, we'll write this down and each take a page in case we get separated."
Claire nodded, and started rummaging through the front desk.
"Not sure how I feel about this plan... It's batshit crazy." Leon muttered as he skimmed the notebook, stealing a glance at Claire's taut backside while she was bent over the front desk.
Smirking, I reached over and swatted him upside his head, mockingly warning him. "Careful, rookie. Chris will have your ass in a sling."
Leon brushed it off with a cheshire grin. "Heh, we'll see, rookie. After we get to the parking garage, assuming we can get to it, where do we go from there? I doubt the streets are any better on that side of the RPD."
Rookie? Hm.
Stroking my chin, I mused, "Probably... Still worth a look, better than sitting here with our thumbs up our asses, waiting to get eaten. If nothing else, we should be able to access the sewers from the garage, maybe even find a vehicle that can get through the blockades and pileups. Maybe take the streets, even, if we run out of options."
"Sounds good... What about the sewers? Think they'll be safer than the streets? You said this thing is a virus, some kind of bioweapon, spread by the infected... I'm thinking it was probably spread to the city by rats, like the plagues of old."
I nodded sagely; another part of my memory that lines up with my new reality, another piece of my new legend. Glad I haven't had to pry this information from him, though the exposition is rather obvious. "Good, you were paying attention. Yeah, rats, crows, and other animals were most likely the primary vector of transmission. Humans were probably secondary. Hell, zombies were never meant to be a bioweapon, just an unfortunate side effect. You're right, the sewers may not be safer after all... But they are an option to consider."
"Hey, guys? You need to see this!" Claire called, bent over the computer monitor. Great, more bad news.
Leon and I jogged over, crowding the college student to get a look at the screen. It showed a security camera feed, a different one than from before, but it was from the same hallway. It showed a bear of a man, standing over seven feet tall and almost four feet across the shoulders, cloaked in a black trench coat and wearing an out of place fedora. He approached the camera, stared into it... Then reared back, and smashed the camera.
The feed went dead, obviously.
That man... He wasn't human, of course, he barely looked human. Odd skin tone, strange skin texture, some kind of device in his ear, and far too big to be normal.
Mass produced Tyrant, model T-003, callsign Mr X.
"Well, he looks friendly enough..." Leon snarked, trying to break the tension. "The hell was that?"
Claire was remarkably unshaken. "Not a cop, I take it."
I shook my head. "No, a Tyrant. Our night just got a lot more complicated..."
The redhead gave me an odd look, "Tyrant? What's that?" She asked, while Leon nonchalantly leaned back to catch another glimpse of her shapely ass.
"An intelligent bioweapon created by Umbrella. I'm assuming they sent it here to kill any witnesses... Probably what killed that officer earlier. Alright, got those pens?" Claire nodded. "Good, lets go over what we know."
I took a breath. This was going to be long-winded. "First things first, we're playing by Romero zombie rules. Headshots only, and don't get bitten. The T-virus mutates and reanimates animals, so we will not be visiting the zoo today. There are dogs, which are barely changed by the virus, just tough, and rabid. Lickers look like something that was skinned alive; blind, tough, and fast. They've got wicked claws and a lance-like tongue, your best bet is to sneak by them. Throw something to distract them, and if you have no choice but to kill one... Aim for the head, and take it out fast. Next up, webspinners. Tarantulas the size of mountain lions. Creepy fucks, but not very dangerous, if you keep your distance. Get close and they turn aggressive, some variants can spin venom or web at you. Engage from a distance. There are probably other things out there... But the gist of it is, keep your distance, and if you don't remember killing it, it ain't dead. Now, onto the tyrant... This is where it gets tricky. That sucker weighs several hundred pounds, so he ought to make a lot of noise when he's stomping around. Keep an ear out. Gunfire will attract him in a heartbeat, so be very careful if you have to shoot something. If you hear him coming, either run, or hide. And if he sees you, run. We don't have enough firepower to kill that thing, you'd have to shove a grenade down his throat to do any real damage."
Taking all that in, Claire proferred, "You seem to know an awful lot about this..."
Leon answered for me. "STARS went into the forest to investigate a report on the recent cannibal murders, and it turned into a nightmare. Half the team is dead, and the people that survived all had ridiculous stories of mutants, monsters, and undead... I never would've believed any of it, either, if not for seeing it with my own eyes. Roy and Rebecca were the two rookies of Bravo team, and the only survivors, too. Jill, Barry, Brad, and your brother were the only survivors from Alpha. They found an old mansion belonging to the Spencer family, and beneath it, an Umbrella laboratory, where they were developing bioweapons."
More exposition... Seems the people I saved have been retconned back to dying in the mansion. And Rebecca and I were the two rookies of STARS, huh? Need to look into that when we get to the STARS office, also need to get ahold of Rebecca ASAP. It's a better backstory than burned CIA agent, nonetheless.
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