Chapter One: Looking for a Good Time
Hamanaptra Ruins, Present Day (2001, not 1925!)
Things looked grim for the small garrison of the French Foreign Legion. Their opponents were about
2,000 Tuareg horsemen, armed to the teeth. And they were headed straight for Hamanaptra.
Only one Legionnaire didn't looked scared. After fighting off hoardes of zombies and other monsters, a band
of raiders seemed like a walk in the park for Christopher Redfield. Right now, he was scanning the horizon
looking at the incoming Tuareg raiders with a half-amused, half-expectant look on his face. Unshouldering
his rifle, he slid a couple of rounds into the chamber before sliding the bolt home.
"I knew this was going to be a lousy day," he muttered.
Vincent Goldman (whacko Umbrella commander from Sheena Island) flopped down beside him, his rifle in his
hand. "Personally, I would like to surrender. Why can we not just surrender?"
Chris took the bandolier Vinny was holding and criscrossed it across his own chest. "Because it's not in the
script. Where's the commander?"
There was the sound of a horse whinnying and Chris and Vinny turned around and saw their Legionnaire
commander ride off, scared shitless.
Vinny looked ay Chris. "Looks like you just got promoted."
Chris shook his head. He pulled out his rifle and took aim. "Prenez vous positions!" he shouted to his
fellow Legionnaires.
Almost immediately, the two hundred Legionnaires took their positions, rifles in hand, loaded and aimed
at the incoming enemy.
Chris shouldered his own rifle, as did Vinny. "Steady!" Chris shouted. He then turned to Vinny. "You're
with me on this one, right?"
"Oh, your strength gives me strength," Vinny replied sarcastically.
"Steady!"
Vinny looked at the charging Tuareg, then he took off running. Chris looked at the pitiful sight of a man
and wondered if this was the guy that had intetionally spread the T-virus over Sheena Island. He shook his
head and focused on the threat ahead. "Steady!"
The Tuaregs were getting closer.
"Steady!" Chris yelled.
The Tuaregs were getting even closer...
"FIRE!" Chris commanded.
The Legionnaires ripped open on the Tuareg raiders with their rifles. The rifles report with a loud crash.
The blasts blows dozens of Tuaregs clean off their mounts. The prone Legionnaires quickly begin to reload.
"FIRE!"
The kneeling Legionnaires fire. More Tuaregs bite the sand. Then a row of about fifty Turaegs lined up and
fired on the Legionnaires, wiping out a quarter of the Legionnaires.
"FIRE!" Chris bellowed.
The remaining standing Legionnaires returned fire, sending more Turaegs into the sand. Then the entire
Turaeg forces storm the ruins, killing Legionnaires left and right. Chirs continued to fire on the Tuaregs
with his rifle, until he runs out of ammunition. A charging Tuareg horseman came at him and Chris used his
rifle like a Louisville Slugger and knocked the Tuareg off his mount.
Dropping his rifle, Chris pulled out two Beretta handguns and started to fire upon any and all Turaeg raiders.
He managed to drop about twenty of them, before he ran out of ammo. Then he ran in order to avoid gunfire from
four Turaeg horseman.
Meanwhile, Vinny was running for his life. He finds an open door and makes a beeline for it. Chris sees him
and decides to follow him. However, Vinny makes it to the open door first and starts to close it.
"Hey! Don't you close that door!" Chris yelled. "DON'T YOU CLOSE THAT DOOR!"
Too late. Chris pushed against the door, but it wouldn't budge. In the meantime, the foru Tureag raiders that
were chasing Chris earlier found him and the chase once again is on. Chris, dodging gunfire, ran from his
pursuers, but they were gaining. He turned left...
And found himself trapped. The wall turned out to be a statue of Anubis. Chris turned around. The four horsemen
had finally caught up with him, and had their rifles aimed at him. Chris pulled out a cigarette and placed it
to his lips and closed his eyes.
Before the horseman could fire upon our hero, their horses went berserk, knocking them to the ground. The four
horsemen now scared beyond belief, mamaged to get their horses under control and got out of there, the horses
scared as if the devil had done the deed.
Chris was wondering what was taking the four raiders so long to shoot him. He opened his eyes. The horsemen
were gone, as well as the other Tureag raiders. All of the other Legionnaires were dead, or had fled with
their commander.
He then felt something. Something...evil. Slowly he turned around and looked up. Right into the statue of
Anubis, the jackal-headed god of Death. Suddenly, the sand begins to shift under Chris's feet. He starts to
back away, keeping his eyes on the transforming sand, it looks like huge snakes are wiggling and writhing
beneath it, forming lines and shapes, --drawing a picture. He quickly turns and runs off through the ruins.
Had he stayed a few minutes longer, he would have seen a man's screaming face in the sand.
***
Watching the entire melee from a ridge, the Magi, the descendants of Pharoah's bodyguards, nodded in grim
approval of the chaos that had taken place. Carlos Oliveira, now dressed in the Magi's robes, sat atop his
horse. "The Creature remains undisturbed," he said in accented Arabic.
Another Magi pointed down on one of the Legionnaires that was running from the ruins. "What about this one?"
he asked. "Shall we kill him?"
Carlos shook his head. "No. The desert will do that."
***
Chris felt like he was being watched. He looked up on an nearby ridge and saw a group of horsemen looking down
on him. Rather than invoke the fury of the newcomers, he just simply ran off.
Hamanaptra Ruins, Present Day (2001, not 1925!)
Things looked grim for the small garrison of the French Foreign Legion. Their opponents were about
2,000 Tuareg horsemen, armed to the teeth. And they were headed straight for Hamanaptra.
Only one Legionnaire didn't looked scared. After fighting off hoardes of zombies and other monsters, a band
of raiders seemed like a walk in the park for Christopher Redfield. Right now, he was scanning the horizon
looking at the incoming Tuareg raiders with a half-amused, half-expectant look on his face. Unshouldering
his rifle, he slid a couple of rounds into the chamber before sliding the bolt home.
"I knew this was going to be a lousy day," he muttered.
Vincent Goldman (whacko Umbrella commander from Sheena Island) flopped down beside him, his rifle in his
hand. "Personally, I would like to surrender. Why can we not just surrender?"
Chris took the bandolier Vinny was holding and criscrossed it across his own chest. "Because it's not in the
script. Where's the commander?"
There was the sound of a horse whinnying and Chris and Vinny turned around and saw their Legionnaire
commander ride off, scared shitless.
Vinny looked ay Chris. "Looks like you just got promoted."
Chris shook his head. He pulled out his rifle and took aim. "Prenez vous positions!" he shouted to his
fellow Legionnaires.
Almost immediately, the two hundred Legionnaires took their positions, rifles in hand, loaded and aimed
at the incoming enemy.
Chris shouldered his own rifle, as did Vinny. "Steady!" Chris shouted. He then turned to Vinny. "You're
with me on this one, right?"
"Oh, your strength gives me strength," Vinny replied sarcastically.
"Steady!"
Vinny looked at the charging Tuareg, then he took off running. Chris looked at the pitiful sight of a man
and wondered if this was the guy that had intetionally spread the T-virus over Sheena Island. He shook his
head and focused on the threat ahead. "Steady!"
The Tuaregs were getting closer.
"Steady!" Chris yelled.
The Tuaregs were getting even closer...
"FIRE!" Chris commanded.
The Legionnaires ripped open on the Tuareg raiders with their rifles. The rifles report with a loud crash.
The blasts blows dozens of Tuaregs clean off their mounts. The prone Legionnaires quickly begin to reload.
"FIRE!"
The kneeling Legionnaires fire. More Tuaregs bite the sand. Then a row of about fifty Turaegs lined up and
fired on the Legionnaires, wiping out a quarter of the Legionnaires.
"FIRE!" Chris bellowed.
The remaining standing Legionnaires returned fire, sending more Turaegs into the sand. Then the entire
Turaeg forces storm the ruins, killing Legionnaires left and right. Chirs continued to fire on the Tuaregs
with his rifle, until he runs out of ammunition. A charging Tuareg horseman came at him and Chris used his
rifle like a Louisville Slugger and knocked the Tuareg off his mount.
Dropping his rifle, Chris pulled out two Beretta handguns and started to fire upon any and all Turaeg raiders.
He managed to drop about twenty of them, before he ran out of ammo. Then he ran in order to avoid gunfire from
four Turaeg horseman.
Meanwhile, Vinny was running for his life. He finds an open door and makes a beeline for it. Chris sees him
and decides to follow him. However, Vinny makes it to the open door first and starts to close it.
"Hey! Don't you close that door!" Chris yelled. "DON'T YOU CLOSE THAT DOOR!"
Too late. Chris pushed against the door, but it wouldn't budge. In the meantime, the foru Tureag raiders that
were chasing Chris earlier found him and the chase once again is on. Chris, dodging gunfire, ran from his
pursuers, but they were gaining. He turned left...
And found himself trapped. The wall turned out to be a statue of Anubis. Chris turned around. The four horsemen
had finally caught up with him, and had their rifles aimed at him. Chris pulled out a cigarette and placed it
to his lips and closed his eyes.
Before the horseman could fire upon our hero, their horses went berserk, knocking them to the ground. The four
horsemen now scared beyond belief, mamaged to get their horses under control and got out of there, the horses
scared as if the devil had done the deed.
Chris was wondering what was taking the four raiders so long to shoot him. He opened his eyes. The horsemen
were gone, as well as the other Tureag raiders. All of the other Legionnaires were dead, or had fled with
their commander.
He then felt something. Something...evil. Slowly he turned around and looked up. Right into the statue of
Anubis, the jackal-headed god of Death. Suddenly, the sand begins to shift under Chris's feet. He starts to
back away, keeping his eyes on the transforming sand, it looks like huge snakes are wiggling and writhing
beneath it, forming lines and shapes, --drawing a picture. He quickly turns and runs off through the ruins.
Had he stayed a few minutes longer, he would have seen a man's screaming face in the sand.
***
Watching the entire melee from a ridge, the Magi, the descendants of Pharoah's bodyguards, nodded in grim
approval of the chaos that had taken place. Carlos Oliveira, now dressed in the Magi's robes, sat atop his
horse. "The Creature remains undisturbed," he said in accented Arabic.
Another Magi pointed down on one of the Legionnaires that was running from the ruins. "What about this one?"
he asked. "Shall we kill him?"
Carlos shook his head. "No. The desert will do that."
***
Chris felt like he was being watched. He looked up on an nearby ridge and saw a group of horsemen looking down
on him. Rather than invoke the fury of the newcomers, he just simply ran off.