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Resident Evil- Lost Innocent, Part 2, a fanfic by the infamous Jian DeLeon.
Maxwell DeSantos has been thrust into a world of chaos... Visiting his sick mother and stepfather
in Racoon City, he has been caught at the wrong place at one hell of a wrong time. The G-virus
begins to take its toll on the once-peaceful citizens of Racoon City, slowly changing them into
mindless zombies, hellbent on feeding their hunger for human flesh. Max, taking his stepfather's
(RPD officer Daniel Frost) black Desert Eagle magnum and squad car, and attempts to escape
Racoon City...
Racoon City... 1997
"SCREEEECH! THUMP!" Max pushed the gas pedal to the ground, mowing down a few more zombies in
his way, sending a flurry of body parts in the air. "Sick... what the hell is going on here?
Every other street is full of zombies... I've got to get out of here." Max skidded into a left
turn, sending a nearby zombified dog into some barbed wire. Max was a few miles from the city
limits, when he spotted a neighborhood to his left. "Maybe there's other survivors..." Max,
being the brash young teenage hero he is, parked the car and stepped out, grabbing a few magnum
clips from the glove compartment and taking the shotgun from its place between the seats.
Max took a look at his watch, it was about 5 PM. He was running out of time. "I've gotta get
out of here before night... no telling what kind of crazy crap could happen then." Max walked up
to a nearby house, then heared screaming coming from the backyard. He ran to see what the problem
was, right in time to see a zombified husband bite down into his wife's neck, her blood staining
the light brown deck. Max shook his head in grief and shot the husband in the head with the
magnum, sending pieces of skull and brain flying all over the deck. Max heard howling and some
growls and barks coming from the house a few doors down, he caught sight of about six zombified
golden retrievers maul an innocent father. Max blasted 3 shots at them, killing two and sending
the rest running in his direction, "BLAM! BLAM!" Max noticed the magnum was a very powerful gun,
especially as the dog's heads exploded as his bullets made contact with them. Max looked inside
the back door, watching a woman stare in horror at the pile of decapitated dogs on her once
peaceful patio, and her husband's bloody corpse rise from the ground, sending some intestines
and his left arm dropping to the ground like sandbags from a hot-air baloon. "What... the...
hell?!" Max turned around and sent the zombie back to the ground with a bullet. Max motioned for
the woman to come outside with him, but she shook her head in fear. "WATCH OUT!" yelled Max,
but she couldn't hear him through the thick glass door, and by the time she noticed her 12 year
old son had been turned into a zombie, he was already biting down on her flesh, her screams
echoing throughout the two-story house. Max turned away and searched the other houses. Most were
unoccupied or abandoned. Some were full of the undead, which Max dispatched with his gun, he
helped some of the other survivors to their car, where they escaped... or so they thought...
There was something peculiar about this last house in the neighborhood, it was the biggest one
there was a basement and two other floors. The door was unlocked and creepily creaked open. Max
looked inside and cautiously stepped in. There was an exquisite chandieler above him, he caught
a glimpse of his face on it, as if a million other Maxes were staring down at him. The plush
red carpet was a nice change from the rough pavement and grass he'd been stepping on. The smell
of death lingered in the air as if it were hiding around a corner. The carpet led forward and
to the right, where it ran upstairs. "THUMP! THUMP!" Startled, Max stared upstairs, hearing a
girl's voice yelling. "Is anyone there?! Please, help me!" Max ran up the stairs and kicked down
a door, to the wrong room. Max tried the next one, it was still the wrong one, finally Max opened
the door across the hall, revealing a brown-haired girl about the same age as him. "Duck!" The
girl dropped to the floor so Max had a clear shot at what she had been screaming about, another
teenager about the same age as him, in a sports jacket, his light skin gradually turning greyish,
the boy looked straight at Max. He gasped as he saw the boy's blue pupils dissolve into the
white of his eyes. The boy opened his mouth to speak, but his blue lips fell off... "Sorry..."
Max lifted the magnum and fired. The boy's body lay down on the girl's bed, limp and lifeless.
"You can get up now." He helped the girl to her feet. "Wow... she's pretty cute." he thought.
"I'm Max..." "Thanks for saving me... My name's Rose."
Rose was about 17, she was around 5'2 and had shoulder-length brown hair. She was your average
popular girl, dating all the jocks and whatnot. "Who was the guy up there?" "That was... Kevin.
I don't know what happened... We were making out and all of a sudden I feel something weird...
Then I spit out his tongue. That's when I started freaking out and he was like rotting! I was
so scared! I mean he was like turning all pale and his skin was falling of like he had some sort
of disease!" Max put his arm around her to calm her down. "It'll be ok... Where're your parents?"
"Well... I think they were eating dinner with my relatives in the dining room. Come with me...
I... I don't know what to expect anymore... I..." Rose started crying uncontrollably. "Am I gonna
die? What the hell is happening... It's like a horror movie..." Rose's words were barely
understandable through her tears. "It'll be ok. Just stick with me." After Rose got her composure
back together, they approached the kitchen. Rose screamed instantly. "AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Right
in front of them was the grotesque sight of Rose's parents and her relatives, her aunt, uncle,
and 3 cousins. Lying back in their chairs, lifeless and rotting, large chunks of their skin
missing and falling off, flies buzzing around them like bees to honey. "My... they're..."
Suddenly, one by one they started to rise, trying to talk, but only producing hungry moans.
"Daddy! Mom! Nooo!" "Rose! Let's get the hell out of here!" Max grabbed Rose and stepped outside,
only to come face to face with a group of zombies, there was about 25 altogether. "Well this
should be one hell of a block party..."
Max was low on ammo, he had used up all but one of his magnum clips, and he had about 5 shots
left in the current one. "Use this, just pull the trigger!" Max handed Rose the RPD-issue
shotgun, the heft of the black metal felt cold in her soft hands. She had no idea what she was
doing, she pointed at the group and quickly shot off all the shells, taking down about 5 zombies.
Max was also running low on ammo, but there were still about 10 zombies left, Rose's parents
were among them. Max was on his last clip, he didn't know how many more shots he had left. "BLAM!
BLAM! CLICK!" That was it... he was out of ammo, and more zombies continued to advance. Was this
the end of him?
"Max, follow me!" Rose led him to her father's toolshed, where he found a chainsaw and an axe.
Rose took the axe and chopped the nearest zombie in half, shivering as she felt the thick metal
slice through the rotting skin like a knife through tender meat. "Vroom!" Max wasted no time in
starting the chainsaw, he held it for a few moments as in purred in his hand like a tiger waiting
to strike its prey. He lunged forward and decapitated two zombies instantly. "Hail to the goddamn
king baby!" Max sliced the next one in half, stomping on its head as he sawed the arms off the
rotting body of Rose's father. "Max!! Help!" Rose was being surrounded by the remaining zombies,
Max saw pieces of a broken axe not far from her. Max ran toward the remaing five and sliced
one with the chainsaw... Right before the gasoline in it ran out. "Damn it!" Thinking quickly,
Max threw the chainsaw at another one, impaling it on the ground as blood spurted out of its
stomach where the saw was wedged. There was still about three, Max helped Rose up to her feet.
"My foot. I think my ankle's sprained." Max scooped her up into his arms and ran back towards
his police car, she still had the shotgun strapped to her back. "Almost there Rose... almost...
HOLY SHIT!" Max and Rose stared at the next onslaught of zombies. There were 7 surrounding the
police car, slowly advancing towards Max and Rose. The sounds of sirens and gunfire filled the
air, Max was panicking, Rose had just fainted in his arms, more zombies started surrounding him.
Suddenly his legs just gave out, and he fainted...
Max woke up, he was in what looked like a small hospital room. He heard constant chatter
and moans around him, and every once a while a few gunshots. He looked up and saw a woman with
long brown hair in a ponytail. She was wearing what resembled a white bulletproof vest and a
green jumpsuit underneath. The STARS logo was embroidered over her right breast. "Looks like
you're awake. Your friend is safe too, she has a sprained ankle, both of you have a few bumps
and bruises but you two'll be fine. You're lucky that we came when we did, or else you would
probably be one of THEM too... By the way, my name's Rebecca Chambers..."
TO BE CONTINUED...
questions?
djheat@hotmail.com
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Resident Evil- Lost Innocent, Part 2, a fanfic by the infamous Jian DeLeon.
Maxwell DeSantos has been thrust into a world of chaos... Visiting his sick mother and stepfather
in Racoon City, he has been caught at the wrong place at one hell of a wrong time. The G-virus
begins to take its toll on the once-peaceful citizens of Racoon City, slowly changing them into
mindless zombies, hellbent on feeding their hunger for human flesh. Max, taking his stepfather's
(RPD officer Daniel Frost) black Desert Eagle magnum and squad car, and attempts to escape
Racoon City...
Racoon City... 1997
"SCREEEECH! THUMP!" Max pushed the gas pedal to the ground, mowing down a few more zombies in
his way, sending a flurry of body parts in the air. "Sick... what the hell is going on here?
Every other street is full of zombies... I've got to get out of here." Max skidded into a left
turn, sending a nearby zombified dog into some barbed wire. Max was a few miles from the city
limits, when he spotted a neighborhood to his left. "Maybe there's other survivors..." Max,
being the brash young teenage hero he is, parked the car and stepped out, grabbing a few magnum
clips from the glove compartment and taking the shotgun from its place between the seats.
Max took a look at his watch, it was about 5 PM. He was running out of time. "I've gotta get
out of here before night... no telling what kind of crazy crap could happen then." Max walked up
to a nearby house, then heared screaming coming from the backyard. He ran to see what the problem
was, right in time to see a zombified husband bite down into his wife's neck, her blood staining
the light brown deck. Max shook his head in grief and shot the husband in the head with the
magnum, sending pieces of skull and brain flying all over the deck. Max heard howling and some
growls and barks coming from the house a few doors down, he caught sight of about six zombified
golden retrievers maul an innocent father. Max blasted 3 shots at them, killing two and sending
the rest running in his direction, "BLAM! BLAM!" Max noticed the magnum was a very powerful gun,
especially as the dog's heads exploded as his bullets made contact with them. Max looked inside
the back door, watching a woman stare in horror at the pile of decapitated dogs on her once
peaceful patio, and her husband's bloody corpse rise from the ground, sending some intestines
and his left arm dropping to the ground like sandbags from a hot-air baloon. "What... the...
hell?!" Max turned around and sent the zombie back to the ground with a bullet. Max motioned for
the woman to come outside with him, but she shook her head in fear. "WATCH OUT!" yelled Max,
but she couldn't hear him through the thick glass door, and by the time she noticed her 12 year
old son had been turned into a zombie, he was already biting down on her flesh, her screams
echoing throughout the two-story house. Max turned away and searched the other houses. Most were
unoccupied or abandoned. Some were full of the undead, which Max dispatched with his gun, he
helped some of the other survivors to their car, where they escaped... or so they thought...
There was something peculiar about this last house in the neighborhood, it was the biggest one
there was a basement and two other floors. The door was unlocked and creepily creaked open. Max
looked inside and cautiously stepped in. There was an exquisite chandieler above him, he caught
a glimpse of his face on it, as if a million other Maxes were staring down at him. The plush
red carpet was a nice change from the rough pavement and grass he'd been stepping on. The smell
of death lingered in the air as if it were hiding around a corner. The carpet led forward and
to the right, where it ran upstairs. "THUMP! THUMP!" Startled, Max stared upstairs, hearing a
girl's voice yelling. "Is anyone there?! Please, help me!" Max ran up the stairs and kicked down
a door, to the wrong room. Max tried the next one, it was still the wrong one, finally Max opened
the door across the hall, revealing a brown-haired girl about the same age as him. "Duck!" The
girl dropped to the floor so Max had a clear shot at what she had been screaming about, another
teenager about the same age as him, in a sports jacket, his light skin gradually turning greyish,
the boy looked straight at Max. He gasped as he saw the boy's blue pupils dissolve into the
white of his eyes. The boy opened his mouth to speak, but his blue lips fell off... "Sorry..."
Max lifted the magnum and fired. The boy's body lay down on the girl's bed, limp and lifeless.
"You can get up now." He helped the girl to her feet. "Wow... she's pretty cute." he thought.
"I'm Max..." "Thanks for saving me... My name's Rose."
Rose was about 17, she was around 5'2 and had shoulder-length brown hair. She was your average
popular girl, dating all the jocks and whatnot. "Who was the guy up there?" "That was... Kevin.
I don't know what happened... We were making out and all of a sudden I feel something weird...
Then I spit out his tongue. That's when I started freaking out and he was like rotting! I was
so scared! I mean he was like turning all pale and his skin was falling of like he had some sort
of disease!" Max put his arm around her to calm her down. "It'll be ok... Where're your parents?"
"Well... I think they were eating dinner with my relatives in the dining room. Come with me...
I... I don't know what to expect anymore... I..." Rose started crying uncontrollably. "Am I gonna
die? What the hell is happening... It's like a horror movie..." Rose's words were barely
understandable through her tears. "It'll be ok. Just stick with me." After Rose got her composure
back together, they approached the kitchen. Rose screamed instantly. "AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Right
in front of them was the grotesque sight of Rose's parents and her relatives, her aunt, uncle,
and 3 cousins. Lying back in their chairs, lifeless and rotting, large chunks of their skin
missing and falling off, flies buzzing around them like bees to honey. "My... they're..."
Suddenly, one by one they started to rise, trying to talk, but only producing hungry moans.
"Daddy! Mom! Nooo!" "Rose! Let's get the hell out of here!" Max grabbed Rose and stepped outside,
only to come face to face with a group of zombies, there was about 25 altogether. "Well this
should be one hell of a block party..."
Max was low on ammo, he had used up all but one of his magnum clips, and he had about 5 shots
left in the current one. "Use this, just pull the trigger!" Max handed Rose the RPD-issue
shotgun, the heft of the black metal felt cold in her soft hands. She had no idea what she was
doing, she pointed at the group and quickly shot off all the shells, taking down about 5 zombies.
Max was also running low on ammo, but there were still about 10 zombies left, Rose's parents
were among them. Max was on his last clip, he didn't know how many more shots he had left. "BLAM!
BLAM! CLICK!" That was it... he was out of ammo, and more zombies continued to advance. Was this
the end of him?
"Max, follow me!" Rose led him to her father's toolshed, where he found a chainsaw and an axe.
Rose took the axe and chopped the nearest zombie in half, shivering as she felt the thick metal
slice through the rotting skin like a knife through tender meat. "Vroom!" Max wasted no time in
starting the chainsaw, he held it for a few moments as in purred in his hand like a tiger waiting
to strike its prey. He lunged forward and decapitated two zombies instantly. "Hail to the goddamn
king baby!" Max sliced the next one in half, stomping on its head as he sawed the arms off the
rotting body of Rose's father. "Max!! Help!" Rose was being surrounded by the remaining zombies,
Max saw pieces of a broken axe not far from her. Max ran toward the remaing five and sliced
one with the chainsaw... Right before the gasoline in it ran out. "Damn it!" Thinking quickly,
Max threw the chainsaw at another one, impaling it on the ground as blood spurted out of its
stomach where the saw was wedged. There was still about three, Max helped Rose up to her feet.
"My foot. I think my ankle's sprained." Max scooped her up into his arms and ran back towards
his police car, she still had the shotgun strapped to her back. "Almost there Rose... almost...
HOLY SHIT!" Max and Rose stared at the next onslaught of zombies. There were 7 surrounding the
police car, slowly advancing towards Max and Rose. The sounds of sirens and gunfire filled the
air, Max was panicking, Rose had just fainted in his arms, more zombies started surrounding him.
Suddenly his legs just gave out, and he fainted...
Max woke up, he was in what looked like a small hospital room. He heard constant chatter
and moans around him, and every once a while a few gunshots. He looked up and saw a woman with
long brown hair in a ponytail. She was wearing what resembled a white bulletproof vest and a
green jumpsuit underneath. The STARS logo was embroidered over her right breast. "Looks like
you're awake. Your friend is safe too, she has a sprained ankle, both of you have a few bumps
and bruises but you two'll be fine. You're lucky that we came when we did, or else you would
probably be one of THEM too... By the way, my name's Rebecca Chambers..."
TO BE CONTINUED...
questions?
djheat@hotmail.com