Survivor: Deathtrap
I have reworked the two chapters of this story over and corrected a couple of little mistakes. Keep reading
and if I get two more good reviews I'll write another chapter, because I don't really think I write that well.
All Items pertaining to Resident Evil are owned by Capcom.
The cold rain spattered down on Jack Mullens face, as he lay motionless in the
Raccoon City street. The rain splashed onto the still, silent face and streaked down his
cheeks and brow in beads. Jack lay in the street in a dreamless sleep, unaware of the
events unfolding around him in the city, now just a city of the dead. Jack's eyes suddenly
flickered open and his mind was immediately hit with an extreme pain that emanated
from the back of his head and rippled down his back into his aching legs. He grabbed at
his head in pain and groaned loudly, "Ahhh, damnit!" He rolled around in the water that
was pooled on the asphalt in agony, the pain in his head slowly easing, turning into a dull
and constant ache. As the fog in his head cleared Jack took into account his surroundings
and his brain went into alert mode.
He pushed himself up off the cold asphalt with his arms, slowly and painfully
moving his knees up so that he could raise himself without falling over. Still a little dizzy
and shaken, he braced his hand on the side of the fire engine to retain his balance and
stood up. For a brief second he couldn't tell where he was, he stood motionless looking
around left and right surveying the landscape. "The wreck!" he thought. The events that
had brought him here, "those monsters in the road, swerving to miss them…" He quickly
turned and took a step back from the destruction that he saw. The fire engine was
rammed into the side of the municipal building still smoldering, beside it lay the lifeless
bodies of his fellow firefighters. The sight of his friends, Joseph, Mark, and the two
rookies, Willis and Otho brought a tight, sickening feeling to his stomach. The next
thought in his racing mind was to check and see if they were all right, but he soon
disbanded the idea when he noticed the inhuman way that his friends were laying.
Joseph and Mark had probably died on impact, they had been riding the sides and
the fire truck had thrown them both into the municipal buildings wall. Jack noticed that
Mark's head had cracked from the force of the impact and that the rain was washing a
river of his blood down the street. Willis had been riding on the top, the ladder had pined
him, and from the looks of it, snapped him into. Otho, who was driving, had possibly
died on impact as well, his head, or what was left of it, was hanging out of the glass in the
cab. Jack felt his stomach twist and go weak, he had let Otho drive for the sheer fact that
he was a rookie; he hadn't thought anything like this would happen. Jack felt sadness
and desperation flood his mind as he looked at the scene in front of him, "why not me
instead?" His senses finally returned after his gaze had broken from the tragic scene, he
once again became aware of his throbbing head and felt the spot where the pain
originated with his hand.
Jack lifted his hand in front of his face and saw that blood was covering it, he was
bleeding, but he could stand it for now. He swiped his dirty hand through his black
matted hair and thought of what to do next. "The monsters!" The monsters that he had
seen in the streets, when Otho started to swerve, they looked human but he knew better,
that's when he had dove roughly off the back of the fire truck where he was riding. "I
must have knocked my head on the street and blacked out for a while." "The only one
who survived the wreck, I didn't ask for this, I should have died to…" The remaining
police force had told them what to expect from the "Things" walking the streets of
Raccoon, that's when all remaining law enforcement and rescue workers had went on a
search and rescue mission for anyone still alive. Jack's team had consisted of all
available firemen at the time, on their way to the municipal building they ran into a group
of those "things" and Otho had tried to steer out of the way. That's when it had all went
wrong.
"I doubt there's even anybody left in this city, but I might as well help who I can."
Jack's helmet lay on the street gathering water, "no need for that now, got to get
somewhere safe and figure out what to do next." As he glanced around his surroundings
he noted that there were flaming cars and buildings littering the landscape, "deathtrap."
He thought to himself. He looked himself over and noted that his GX-7 Turnout gear
was still in good shape, if he came in contact with any fire he'd have at least some
protection. Jack walked around the back of the fire truck and looked for an object that
could be used as a weapon, just in case he ran into any of those "things." He spotted the
fire axe mounted to the back and grabbed it off; he hefted it in his right hand and headed
down and ally past rows of small shops and apartments.
The streets were filled with the sounds of flames crackling, distant moans and the
sounds of crows somewhere nearby which he heard now and again. He knew what the
moans were, they were the moans of the things that had caused his friends to die, and
Jack Mullens wasn't going to leave this city without enacting some revenge. "Got to
keep an eye out for other survivors." Jack had walked down dank dirty alleys and dark
deserted streets with no other living thing in sight until his gaze rested on a dark figure
standing under the waning light of a street lamp. A car had wrecked it and it was terribly
bent, the figure stood almost motionless under it, only shifting its weight from side to
side now and again. He knew what it was, one of those things, he could immediately tell
from the walk. The monster slowly started toward Jack, throwing one leg in front of it
and then dragging the other behind it. As the creature got closer Jack could see its
monstrous traits clearly. The stomach of the thing was entirely slit open; at least one foot
of the small intestine was hanging from its open womb and dragging under the things
feet.
Its lips had been ripped from its face, almost all human characteristics gone,
exposing crooked, and blood stained teeth. The eyes were white and soulless, Jack didn't
know how it knew he was there, but it was coming right for him. When it was about
three feet away he noticed the exposed patches of muscle and the hanging sheets of rotted
flesh from its arms and legs. Blood was smeared onto what was left of a diner jacket that
the thing was wearing, the left leg of its pants were torn showing a huge chunk of the calf
muscle missing on the dragging leg. The monsters arms reached for him, hungry,
wanting to feast upon Jack's warm flesh, it let out a groan of frustration as it tried to dive
onto Jack. It sailed through the air and landed face down in a puddle with a splash,
narrowly missing Jack's leg with its hand. "Their so slow, you could just walk right past
them." He thought as he placed his boot onto the things head, holding it down in the
brackish water. Jack looked down at the thing under his boot, it was flailing its arms
wildly trying to grab onto some part of him.
Jack looked at the figure, helpless and feeding off of its primal urges, they were
once human to, and Jack knew it wasn't their fault, they were just victims of whatever
was happing to this city. He removed his boot from the things head and braced the fire
axe in his hands; with one steady stroke he cleaved the axe blade into the things rotted
head. There was a sick crunching sound, followed by Blood squirting onto the pants of
Jack's GX-7 Gear. He braced the side of the creature's head with his boot again and
removed the axe from its head with a tug, glistening and dripping with the crimson of its
blood. The axe had made a quick and steady cut strait through its skull, cutting
everything in its path, the jaw had even split and his head almost lay in two bloody
halves. A gurgling sound came from the things throat as blood came gushing onto the
pavement; it circled Jack's boots and flowed along with the street water. Jack looked up
noticing that the rain had turned to unnoticeable drops.
Jack looked around at the neighborhood he was in, all slums, he glanced at the
street sign, he was on Celeste Street. He looked around noticing that at the end of the
street were some overturned cars and a few fires, a figure sat slumped underneath one of
them, legs sprawled out. Dead bodies had littered nearly every street Jack had seen, and
if not for seeing movement out of the corner of his eye he would have simply ignored the
sprawled figure. "Survivors?!" the thought made him feel more at ease about his
situation. Jack ran down the street, boots splashing in the puddles of rainwater. He
reached the figure and knelt down beside him, the man was wearing tan colored military
type clothing with a black flak jacket. An assault rifle lay to the man's side. U.B.C.S.
was written on the sleeve of the man's shirt along with the Umbrella Inc. insignia.
"Umbrella? The pharmaceutical company?" The blonde haired man raised his bloody
face toward Jack and tried to speak, "Thank… thank God your here, the whole team, all
of them… gone." His words were rushed. "Wait, just calm down," Jack started while
looking down at the mans nametag, it had "Williams" on it in big dark letters. "I'm
going to get you out of here Williams, you're just going to have to stay calm though."
"My first name's David," the man said through clenched teeth, Jack noticed the wound
on the man's leg. "The chopper lowered us into Downtown, we got swamped by those
monsters, they pushed us back… I got hit by friendly fire, it went crazy real fast." Jack
didn't know what he was talking about, but he could see the pain in the man's voice as he
told his story, not physical pain, but from the pain of seeing his friends and teammates
die. Jack's memory flashed images of Otho and his team, he knew how David felt.
"Look David, I'm here now, we're going to be just fine," Jack said as he tore a strip of
cloth from his shirt to tie off David's wound. "Keep talking David, I'm going to patch
you up and then we're out of here." The man just rested his head on the overturned car
behind him and wondered, "Why me?"
I have reworked the two chapters of this story over and corrected a couple of little mistakes. Keep reading
and if I get two more good reviews I'll write another chapter, because I don't really think I write that well.
All Items pertaining to Resident Evil are owned by Capcom.
The cold rain spattered down on Jack Mullens face, as he lay motionless in the
Raccoon City street. The rain splashed onto the still, silent face and streaked down his
cheeks and brow in beads. Jack lay in the street in a dreamless sleep, unaware of the
events unfolding around him in the city, now just a city of the dead. Jack's eyes suddenly
flickered open and his mind was immediately hit with an extreme pain that emanated
from the back of his head and rippled down his back into his aching legs. He grabbed at
his head in pain and groaned loudly, "Ahhh, damnit!" He rolled around in the water that
was pooled on the asphalt in agony, the pain in his head slowly easing, turning into a dull
and constant ache. As the fog in his head cleared Jack took into account his surroundings
and his brain went into alert mode.
He pushed himself up off the cold asphalt with his arms, slowly and painfully
moving his knees up so that he could raise himself without falling over. Still a little dizzy
and shaken, he braced his hand on the side of the fire engine to retain his balance and
stood up. For a brief second he couldn't tell where he was, he stood motionless looking
around left and right surveying the landscape. "The wreck!" he thought. The events that
had brought him here, "those monsters in the road, swerving to miss them…" He quickly
turned and took a step back from the destruction that he saw. The fire engine was
rammed into the side of the municipal building still smoldering, beside it lay the lifeless
bodies of his fellow firefighters. The sight of his friends, Joseph, Mark, and the two
rookies, Willis and Otho brought a tight, sickening feeling to his stomach. The next
thought in his racing mind was to check and see if they were all right, but he soon
disbanded the idea when he noticed the inhuman way that his friends were laying.
Joseph and Mark had probably died on impact, they had been riding the sides and
the fire truck had thrown them both into the municipal buildings wall. Jack noticed that
Mark's head had cracked from the force of the impact and that the rain was washing a
river of his blood down the street. Willis had been riding on the top, the ladder had pined
him, and from the looks of it, snapped him into. Otho, who was driving, had possibly
died on impact as well, his head, or what was left of it, was hanging out of the glass in the
cab. Jack felt his stomach twist and go weak, he had let Otho drive for the sheer fact that
he was a rookie; he hadn't thought anything like this would happen. Jack felt sadness
and desperation flood his mind as he looked at the scene in front of him, "why not me
instead?" His senses finally returned after his gaze had broken from the tragic scene, he
once again became aware of his throbbing head and felt the spot where the pain
originated with his hand.
Jack lifted his hand in front of his face and saw that blood was covering it, he was
bleeding, but he could stand it for now. He swiped his dirty hand through his black
matted hair and thought of what to do next. "The monsters!" The monsters that he had
seen in the streets, when Otho started to swerve, they looked human but he knew better,
that's when he had dove roughly off the back of the fire truck where he was riding. "I
must have knocked my head on the street and blacked out for a while." "The only one
who survived the wreck, I didn't ask for this, I should have died to…" The remaining
police force had told them what to expect from the "Things" walking the streets of
Raccoon, that's when all remaining law enforcement and rescue workers had went on a
search and rescue mission for anyone still alive. Jack's team had consisted of all
available firemen at the time, on their way to the municipal building they ran into a group
of those "things" and Otho had tried to steer out of the way. That's when it had all went
wrong.
"I doubt there's even anybody left in this city, but I might as well help who I can."
Jack's helmet lay on the street gathering water, "no need for that now, got to get
somewhere safe and figure out what to do next." As he glanced around his surroundings
he noted that there were flaming cars and buildings littering the landscape, "deathtrap."
He thought to himself. He looked himself over and noted that his GX-7 Turnout gear
was still in good shape, if he came in contact with any fire he'd have at least some
protection. Jack walked around the back of the fire truck and looked for an object that
could be used as a weapon, just in case he ran into any of those "things." He spotted the
fire axe mounted to the back and grabbed it off; he hefted it in his right hand and headed
down and ally past rows of small shops and apartments.
The streets were filled with the sounds of flames crackling, distant moans and the
sounds of crows somewhere nearby which he heard now and again. He knew what the
moans were, they were the moans of the things that had caused his friends to die, and
Jack Mullens wasn't going to leave this city without enacting some revenge. "Got to
keep an eye out for other survivors." Jack had walked down dank dirty alleys and dark
deserted streets with no other living thing in sight until his gaze rested on a dark figure
standing under the waning light of a street lamp. A car had wrecked it and it was terribly
bent, the figure stood almost motionless under it, only shifting its weight from side to
side now and again. He knew what it was, one of those things, he could immediately tell
from the walk. The monster slowly started toward Jack, throwing one leg in front of it
and then dragging the other behind it. As the creature got closer Jack could see its
monstrous traits clearly. The stomach of the thing was entirely slit open; at least one foot
of the small intestine was hanging from its open womb and dragging under the things
feet.
Its lips had been ripped from its face, almost all human characteristics gone,
exposing crooked, and blood stained teeth. The eyes were white and soulless, Jack didn't
know how it knew he was there, but it was coming right for him. When it was about
three feet away he noticed the exposed patches of muscle and the hanging sheets of rotted
flesh from its arms and legs. Blood was smeared onto what was left of a diner jacket that
the thing was wearing, the left leg of its pants were torn showing a huge chunk of the calf
muscle missing on the dragging leg. The monsters arms reached for him, hungry,
wanting to feast upon Jack's warm flesh, it let out a groan of frustration as it tried to dive
onto Jack. It sailed through the air and landed face down in a puddle with a splash,
narrowly missing Jack's leg with its hand. "Their so slow, you could just walk right past
them." He thought as he placed his boot onto the things head, holding it down in the
brackish water. Jack looked down at the thing under his boot, it was flailing its arms
wildly trying to grab onto some part of him.
Jack looked at the figure, helpless and feeding off of its primal urges, they were
once human to, and Jack knew it wasn't their fault, they were just victims of whatever
was happing to this city. He removed his boot from the things head and braced the fire
axe in his hands; with one steady stroke he cleaved the axe blade into the things rotted
head. There was a sick crunching sound, followed by Blood squirting onto the pants of
Jack's GX-7 Gear. He braced the side of the creature's head with his boot again and
removed the axe from its head with a tug, glistening and dripping with the crimson of its
blood. The axe had made a quick and steady cut strait through its skull, cutting
everything in its path, the jaw had even split and his head almost lay in two bloody
halves. A gurgling sound came from the things throat as blood came gushing onto the
pavement; it circled Jack's boots and flowed along with the street water. Jack looked up
noticing that the rain had turned to unnoticeable drops.
Jack looked around at the neighborhood he was in, all slums, he glanced at the
street sign, he was on Celeste Street. He looked around noticing that at the end of the
street were some overturned cars and a few fires, a figure sat slumped underneath one of
them, legs sprawled out. Dead bodies had littered nearly every street Jack had seen, and
if not for seeing movement out of the corner of his eye he would have simply ignored the
sprawled figure. "Survivors?!" the thought made him feel more at ease about his
situation. Jack ran down the street, boots splashing in the puddles of rainwater. He
reached the figure and knelt down beside him, the man was wearing tan colored military
type clothing with a black flak jacket. An assault rifle lay to the man's side. U.B.C.S.
was written on the sleeve of the man's shirt along with the Umbrella Inc. insignia.
"Umbrella? The pharmaceutical company?" The blonde haired man raised his bloody
face toward Jack and tried to speak, "Thank… thank God your here, the whole team, all
of them… gone." His words were rushed. "Wait, just calm down," Jack started while
looking down at the mans nametag, it had "Williams" on it in big dark letters. "I'm
going to get you out of here Williams, you're just going to have to stay calm though."
"My first name's David," the man said through clenched teeth, Jack noticed the wound
on the man's leg. "The chopper lowered us into Downtown, we got swamped by those
monsters, they pushed us back… I got hit by friendly fire, it went crazy real fast." Jack
didn't know what he was talking about, but he could see the pain in the man's voice as he
told his story, not physical pain, but from the pain of seeing his friends and teammates
die. Jack's memory flashed images of Otho and his team, he knew how David felt.
"Look David, I'm here now, we're going to be just fine," Jack said as he tore a strip of
cloth from his shirt to tie off David's wound. "Keep talking David, I'm going to patch
you up and then we're out of here." The man just rested his head on the overturned car
behind him and wondered, "Why me?"