Sheva
She had been out front getting some air and had come back in when the power had started to fail. The sounds of gunshots were sounding off in the air. Another infection! She thought in a panic. She spotted several people fleeing and she grabbed Zuri and told her quickly, "Zuri, kuja kwa njia hii, Mpenzi Wangu! Kukaa kimya na kukaa nje ya mbele!"
(Zuri, come this way, My dear! Stay calm and stay out of sight)
The light brow skinned little girl was afraid as she witnesses the panic. Sheva handed the little girl her Ipad to watch a movie on and had the little girlput on ear phones. Dora The Explorer was on. "Kuangalia tu show, asali. Tutaweza kuwa nje ya hii hivi karibuni."
(Just watch the show, honey. We'll be out of this soon.)
"As loud as I want?" The little girl asked. "Yes, darling. But this is the important part, okay? Do not look away from the screen. Okay?"
"Ndiyo, mama,"
(Yes mother)
With that Sheva put her on her shoulders and the little girl kept her eyes glued to the screen while Sheva withdrew her Beretta M92F. She spotted several people running down the hall and they looked at Sheva as they ran screaming at her in Hindi, presumably to run. She spotted two zombies coming forward, snarling with hunger and the stench of death filled the air. She fired four shots hitting one in the left leg, then twice more in the stomach and once in the face. The first zombie, or what lookedmore like a Majini or possibly a hybrid of the two, fell writhing in pain. Its flesh looked like it was rotting the same as the zombies from Raccoon were said to have but it was sentient at least as much as the majini in Kijuju.
She let off another round hitting the next carrier, this one a teenage girl, with brownish skin and blue eyes a pink blouse and purple pants. She went down as the next round hit her in the forehead. She made it past the dead girl. She saw muzzle flashes upahead and saw soldiers firing at civilians. Sheva ducked intoa room with her daughter.
The soldiers moved by. "Yah paagal hai! ham naagarikon kee golee nahin kar sakata! ye galat hai!"
(This is insane! We can't shoot civilians! This is wrong!)
A sweaty soldier with skin darker than Sheva's despite being of Northern Indian Caucasian stock, and eyes darker than hers and a mustache stated, "ham ek vikalp nahin hai! naagarikon ke roop mein unamen se lagata hai ki nahin ! ve sankramit hain ham nahin kar rahe hain. amerika ke is pleg ke saath hamen nasht karane kee koshish kar rahe hain! ham ise yahaan nahin rok pa rahe hain to ise aur adhik nirdosh parivaaron tak pahunch jaega. badon , mahilaon aur bachchon ko ! ham log hain, jo khatare mein hain , jinhonne abhee tak sankramit nahin kar rahe hain ke lie ladane ke lie hai! in logon ko isake lie bahut der ho chukee hai! ye najadeek hain."
(We don't have a choice! Do not think of them as civilians! They are infected we are not. The Americans are trying to destroy us with this plague! If we do not stop it here it will reach more innocent families. Elders, women and children! We have to fight for the people who are in danger who are not infected yet! These people it is too late for! These are close quarters.)
Another male, one looking to be of Dravidian descent with darker skin and curly hair and a scar across his left cheek replied, "Lekin yah ek aspataal hai ! in logon ko ek mauka khada nahin hai! ham unhen nahin kee raksha kee jaanee chaahie , un sabhee ko sankramit kar rahe hain!"
(But this is a hospital! These people do not stand a chance! We should be protecting them not all of them are infected!)
Sheva did not understand what any of them were saying but wished she did. She was just waiting for them to move on.
A female officer with dark hair and medium brown skin standing at about five seven looked to the others saying, "Haan, yah durbhaagyapoorn hai ki ve koshish karate hain aur sankramit ghaayal aur beemaar hota hai, lekin yah hai ki kya hamaare dushman nahin karata hai . tum kyon lagata hai ki amerika sabase jyaada napharat deshon mein se ek hai? ve rananeeti ka sahaara lagabhag kisee aur paramaanu kee shurooaat karana chaahate hain aur jab bhee koee cheej galat kisee doosare desh mein karata hai , amerika ek hee baat karata hai, lekin jaise hee hamaare desh ke lie yah galat hai kaary karata hai. ham see vaayaras paida nahin kiya! ham chhaata nahin bana tha ! unhonne aisa kiya. is pleg unakee galatee hai . isake alaava, vahaan is aspataal mein kuchh videshee hain. mainne suna hai kam se kam do amerikee mahilaon kah narson mein se ek yahaan sambhavatah ek aadamee bhee kar rahe hain . sabhee amerikiyon ko hiraasat mein ja sakate hain ya to chaahie ya golee maar dee. adhimaanatah hiraasat mein liya. yahaan tak ki unake gair sainy karmiyon ke lie ek khatara hai aur is ke peechhe ho sakata hai."
(Yes it's unfortunate that they would try and infect the wounded and sick but that is what our enemy does. Why do you think America is one of the most hated countries? They resort to tactics almost nobody else would like launching nukes and when there is something wrong another country does, America does the same thing but acts like only our country is wrong for it. We did not create the C virus! We did not create Umbrella! They did this. This plague is their fault. Besides, there are some foreigners in this hospital. I heard one of the nurses saying at least two American women are here possibly a man too. All Americans must either be detained or shot. Preferably detained. Even their non military personnel could be a threat and behind this.)
She turned to one of the men, a soldier with more Asiatic features but darker skinned than most East Asians, a man standing five six, looking to be in his late twenties. "Main tumhen in doosare kamare kee jaanch karane kee jaroorat hai. aap aur nijee chhundr."
(I need you to check these other rooms. You and Private Chundra.)
With that Sheva heard footsteps receding and soon after the Assault Rifle fire continued up ahead but the door to the room they were in opened and two soldiers shined lights. They spotted Sheva and were about to fire but hesitated upon seeing the child. Sheva fired six shots aiming for the head. She hit the other soldier,Private Chundra in the forehead and she had aimed at the other two the next two shots hitting him but the man took his rounds in the helmet. The soldier tackled her. The little girl cried out in fear, "Mama!"
Sheva drove her knee into the man's groin and he screamed but grabbed her pulling her down woith him. The soldier hit her in the ribs clearly as afraid for his own life as Sheva was for her child's and her own. He hit her again and followed up with a kick. Sheva drove an elbow into his face and his lip bled from it. The man went for his knife and he tried to get onto her to use the knife on her. She drove her knee into his stomach and got hold of the knife plunging into the man's throat. She forced the bleeding man off of her and grabbed his Assault Rifle.
Sheva took the weapon and his ammo, an AKM. He had several 45 round told her daughter to stay behind her assuring her in Swahili that it was okay. She spotted several carriers and she fired and hit three right off the bat, each one of them doctors. The creatures collapsed and began to convulse. More came towards her and she fired off twenty two rounds into the heads of those who came towards her. They went down but the two that were convulsing began to mutate. Sheva reloaded.
As the mutated zombies came towards her, Sheva backed away in fear letting off twenty five rounds at the new kinds of zombies. She hit them but they kept coming. She wondered just what new strain of teh C virus had caused this,. Could it have been an entirely new virus? With Wesker it was possible.
One of the green skinned carriers, raked its claws at her cutting her left forearm. She fired hitting it in the face and itr snarled falling back and the African kicked it sending it flying back. It was not dead, however and she had to fire again. Her heart pounded as she wished Billy and Rebecca were here since they had most of the weapons that all of the resistance was supposed to use against not only the carriers but the Family and Neo Umbrella and if need be, any soldiers, be they Indian, American or Chinese.
Despite the new world war being pretty much worldwide and having claimed millions of lives these last three years, all the same most of the world was still ignorant to The Family's dealings and their own war with the Family and against Bioterrorism was largely unknown, unsupported and underground. They were few but they were determined. The cut hurt like hell and she didn't intend to get cut again. The second managed to come towards her and thiough she fired into its face and followed up with a haymaker, it lunged for her, face full of holes and all and bit her shoulder. She cried out and struggled driving her knee into it. She drove her combat knife ito its neck which injured but it id not kill it.
Its teeth released from her caramel colored flesh but its claws raked her thighs. She screamed and unloaded into the things face. It went down. "Mommy..." The little girl crieds. "I'm all right...let's go.."
Just then she found herself being tackled by yet another. It got her on the ground and another grabbed her daughter. "No!" She cried. Just then automatic fire sounded off and she wondered if the soldiers had come back. The carriers got of herself and her daughter for now but now they turned their attention on the new shooters, a male and a female. She hoped it was Billy and Rebecca but based on teh size of teh male and the skin tone and hair length and height of the woman she knew it was not. All the same, theu were helping. They fired and they both aimed for the heads. The last of the mutated zombis went down and the woman brought her own knife down into the things forehead and it shreiked as it died.
"Jessica... thanks...I owe you one..."
"We're part of this fight too...you need to come with us if you want to survive."
"What were those things? I've never seen a zombie, a majini or J'avo like that."
The man, Parker stated, "They are not any of the above. At least not inside. There is a strain of the C virus that has a new touch to it. It mutatest he inside. The strain can remain dormant in an ordinary carrier be they zombie or J'avo but they are neither at their core. This is a new kind of B.O.W. Me and Jessica have been looking for labs all over the country and while we haven't found the lab we are looking for we came up with Intel on a new R&D for a new bioweapon."
"Rakshasa..." Jessica told her. "What are those?"
"They're flesh eating demons in Hindu lore. I gotta say who ever knew Umbrella was so well versed in cultural history?"
Parker looked at Sheva's wounds. "Those look pretty bad. Were you bitten?" The African nodded. He removed a syringe from a pouch in his pack. "Despite Jake Muller turning on us all, at least we still have the cure to the virus."
She was injected with the vaccine. Jessica got out a first aid kit and got bandage and cloth out and some first aid spray for disinfectant. She applied it to the wounds and bandaged it up. Sheva winced at the sting of the pain. "I have to get back to Chris...he's in danger..."
"We know...his room is empty. It's a mess out there. If you want to get to him you better stick to us."
Jake
Miami, Florida.
He had been tasked by his father with putting down the uprising. The country may have been in a world war with China but now it also seemed as though it was falling apart from civil unrest. For starters with the nukes that had been released on the Carribbean to contain the virus, many both in and outside the USA had seen this as an injust act rather than taking care of the virus through military action with ground troops. The ALF were still up in arms and many called them freedom fighters other called oppurtunistic terrorists using the fact that the virus had spread to wage a war against the government and the American people.
Regardless, other concerned citizens were also fed up with it. Associates of the late Chris Redfield. They were still rebelling. Some of Barry's former team mates and other Raccoon survivors were still fighting back. The virus had spread down the eastern sea board and the government was doing its best to try and contain it but even Uncle Sam only knew as much as Albert let them know. Jake was tasked to put down some of the agitators behind this uprising.
Some of the infected from Oceana Aldea had made it to Florida and so the infection was here. People were panicked and it was the same level of panic as the last time a major hurricane hit. Jake was out near Ocean Beach. There was a group of rag tag survivors conducting guerilla raids against the government during the outbreak. They had even been attacking Family owned facilties. Jake had found the woman who was behind it in this city.
He removed a combat knife. "Yoko..." The Asian American turned around to face him. "You...you betrayed us! You betrayed Chris you betrayed the woman who loved you! I lost my Captain because of the people you work for!"
"You're all wrong about this," He told her. "You can't stop it. Most people aren't even able to survive. It doesn't matter if it's the virus or if the Chinese ever engage us on US soil instead of overseas. Probably 90% of Americans would die. Maybe you would have had a chance if it was only the virus or only a world war but both? You can't handle that."
"You are undoing any good you ever did with your blood!" She told him. "This blood I have wouldn't even exist if it wasn't for my father. The man you hate. you're all just like Chris. So blind with rage to kill Albert, you don't care who gets killed in the process. And they called me a terrorist just because I'm a mercenary..at least i didn't kill an innocent woman with my carelessness."
"You're letting your emotions blind you! Wesker is evil!"
"Evil...good...it's all just a matter of perspective."
With that, he tackled her, lunging at her with his knife.
Claire
She was horrified as she, Sherry, Rani and Steve fought off what was seemingly a new kind of B.O.W. with green skin that had come as a result of trauma inflicted on the zombies. She looked at the bed of her brother as they backed up firing, seeing that Chris was not in his bed. "Chris!" Steve was confused, taking a breather from savagly beating several J'avo. "What the hell...he shouldn't be able to walk. He's been in a bed for three years!"
"Chris, where are you?!" Claire called as they fought through the hordes. They managed to get past some doors into what looked like a break room with a TV. "Claire...I did give him the virus...this might have brought him back but I didn't think it would work."
"How could you?! Steve, what if he mutates the way you did back in Antarctica? That was irresponsible how dare you!" Sherry, with her two kids behind her, stated, "We don't have time to argue about this! We have to get out of here! If Chris is out of his coma, we have to get him back to Jill!"
Just then, several men burst through the door, at least seven soldiers. "Go!" Steve told them. "I'll catch up!" Claire took Robert and they headed out. They made their way down yet another dark hallway. Just then, a flashbang went off and they stumbled blindly. Claire could hear automatic fire behind them and she knew Steve was fighting off the soldiers but in front of them were several armed men. They grabbed Claire by the hair and Claire heard a crisp Briish accent speak, "if you don't want to die here you'd better cooperate!" They had all been taken off guard and had been disarmed in the element of surprise. Claire looked and saw uniforms of a different sort. The team had many locals but some were also European, African and East Asian and possibly a few Westerners as well. UN soldiers..or .maybe NATO...
"Let me go!" The man grabbed her ass and she cried out, "Get off me!" She ewlbowed him but he kicked her. "Stay down!" The Brit yelled. He looked at her wallet and all though she was using a fake ID he looked at it and at her under the light of his light attached to his Assault Rifle. "Claire Redfield. She's one of the international terrorists. You're under arrest..."
"You can't...you don't understand! We're not!" He grabbed her forcing her to her feet. "You're in a lot of trouble young lady you all your friends..I'd watch what I say and do very carefully...we don't have to bring you in alive. I could shot you or leave you for the undead."
Just then a dark silloutte emerged running towards them, his eyes glowing like fire as he ran up the wall. He landed a kick at the soldier in charge knocking him out. One of his men fired but the man, though he was not as fast as Steve, was still faster than a normal human. The eyes made her panic a moment, remembering the build of the man who their enemy had taken form of, his hair, his uniform, even though she didn't get a good look at this figure the outline of his silloute reminded her. Wesker...
The man disarmed the Indian soldier, breaking his arm in two places following up with a knock out. He then pounced on a third soldier putting all his weight onto his chest as he landed on it, slamming him to the ground. The remaining soldiers aimed their Assault Rifles at him but in a heart beat the man had two Handguns in his hand and was pulling the trigger of both of them picking them off with head shots with an accuracy Claire had never seen before.
The soldier who had been kicked awoke moments later in a daze, not knocked out after all and he went fr his own assault rifle but the man emerged behind him grabbing him and with a twist, broke his neck. The man's eyes were still the same color but they were all she could see. The man emerged into the dim light as one of the hanging mostly broken strobe lights hung crudely from the ceiling. "Chris...?!"
I know this was a really short chapter but if youve been reading so fatr and have read up to this point you have also seen just how long some of my chapters can be. Anyway, not much to say here so just hope you enjoyed. The Rakshas are starting to become a pain in the ass, right?
Anyway read and review the more detailed and long the better. What couple would you like to have a lemon next? Till next time.