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The Sealy Files
Resident Evil 2, part 2

By: Nathan "the banshee" Turnbull, and Juan "the Puerto Rican Hustler" Alcaraz.

Disclaimer: Once again, I must say that Claire, Sherry, the G-virus, Umbrella, and the monsters made by the G-virus are not our characters. And, none of these things that are stated in this story could ever, ever, EVER!!!! Happen. They are figments of Juan and my imagination. And, there is mild violence in this story. We can't get any money from this, so don't send it. It's illegal. However, I once again remind you that it is not illegal for us to receive money because we are likable guys, so... Any ways, please send your constructive criticism to banshee46@penpen.com, or ckjuan01@cs.com. Thank you.

RECAP: If you remember last time, Juan, Claire, Sherry, Macy, and Nathan split up. Juan and Claire had decided to look for survivors. While searching, a zombie attacked Claire. The zombie was none other than Juan's sister. Now, we pick the story back up.

"Juan!" shouted Claire, "Shoot it!"

"I can't! It's my sister!"

"It's not your sister anymore! The g-virus got her!"

"But, but... oh, you're right!"

Juan was enraged at what the g-virus had done, both to the city, and to his sister. He unloaded his last clip into the zombie. Then, he realized what he had done, and was mad at himself for wasting all his M-16 bullets. He threw the M-16 away, and drew his colt.

"Juan, I know that was hard for you. However, you did the right thing. Your sister was already dead."

"You better be careful, Claire. This is a three cliché story, and you've already used two."

Claire couldn't figure out what this meant. Were they all just a figment of some writer's imagination? However, before she could think any farther, Juan said, "Come on We need to search the apartments."

Claire went into one building, while Juan went Juan went into another.

He opened the door. He heard several low growls. He looked around. He saw four dogs, ready to attack. He shot three of them, but missed a fourth, a small Chihuahua.

"Munica!" He shouted, realizing that it was his dog. It growled, jumped, and bit Juan's ankle. Juan kicked it off, and shot it. He looked around. He found a small piece of cloth, which he used for a bandage. Since there were no living people, he went outside. He paused to kill several zombies, and re-load his gun. He went upstairs.

Before he even went inside the upstairs apartment, he could feel a thudding. He put his colt in its holster, and slung his shotgun from around his shoulder. He checked to see if it was loaded, and went in.

There was a hunter. However, it was no ordinary hunter. It looked like it had been crossbred with Arnold Schwarzenager, and been given a massive dose of steroids for good luck.

Juan quickly tried to raise his shotgun. He did, and fired. All it did was make the hunter mad. The hunter began charging Juan. Juan dodged to the right, and rolled to a part of the floor that appeared to be crumbling. As he tried to re-cock his shotgun, however, the hunter tackled him, taking him through a weak part of the floor. Juan saw red. He felt, and heard, something, probably several somethings, snap.

He managed, barely, to raise his gun and pull the trigger. The powerful, close range blast knocked the hunter through the wall.

Juan couldn't move his left arm, and therefore, couldn't cock his shotgun; so he tossed it aside and drew his colt, all the while praying that he didn't have a concussion.

He fazed in and out of conciseness, but did manage to shoot the zombies that were trying to eat him.

Suddenly, he heard an angelic voice.

"Juan," it said.

"Where's the harps?" Juan asked groggily.

"Huh? Oh. Look, Juan, you're not in heaven, and I'm not an angle. It's me, Claire. Are you O.K.?"

"Oh, it's you. Yeah, you couldn't be an angel. An angel would have blond hair and would be a heck of a lot nicer. And do I look O.K.? I've had to kill my sister, which really sucked; my dog, which didn't; I've been tackled through an apartment floor, I have gremlin and zombie guts all over me, I can't move my left arm, and I know there's something wrong with my ribs!! Do I look, or sound, O.K.?"

"Yeah. Get up."

As he got up, Juan was trying to decide whether to shoot her, or himself first. He raised his gun, and pointed it towards Claire.

"What are you doing?"

Juan aimed, pulled the trigger, and shot the zombie that was standing behind her.

Claire breathed a sigh of relief, walked over to Juan, put one hand on his back, and said; "Thankfully, this will hurt you more than it'll hurt me."

She slammed her other hand into Juan's left shoulder. He screamed in pain.

"What did you do!?!?!?!?"

"Your shoulder was dislocated. I reset it. Now, let's find something to bandage your ribs."

Claire looked around. She found a medical bag. She looked through it, and found some medical tape.

"Take off your shirt, Juan."

"This is neither the time nor the place."

"Shut up! I need to bandage your ribs."

Juan took off his shirt. Claire wrapped the tape around his torso several times.

"Don't put your shirt back on. It's too tight. It'll just agitate the injury. Let me find you a jacket."

Claire found a closet, and searched through it. She found a beige trench coat, and tossed it to Juan. Juan sighed, put it on, and buttoned it up.

"Come on. I found a car we can hot wire to get back to the police station. Only thing is, it might be kinda tough to hot wire."

They went outside. Claire started running one way, while Juan went to his apartment. He figured his car might still be there. He was right. He found the car intact.

He heard a gunshot in his apartment, so he ran back in and found several zombies lying dead on the floor. Juan was thinking, "Who shot the zombie?" When a bullet whizzed by his head. He ducked and yelled, "I'm not a zombie!!!"

"Juan, is that you?"

"Who's back there?" Yelled Juan drawing his colt.

"It's me, Tori. Don't tell me you don't even recognize my voice."

"Y-y-yeah I recognize your voice, Tori. I was just checking to make sure it was you," said Juan afraid that his girlfriend might rip off his nads.

Tori was so glad to see him she ran out and gave him a big hug squeezing his ribs.

Juan winced in pain, "Please don't hug me so hard, I kinda got tackled through an apartment floor."

"Are you O.K.?" asked Tori.

"Yeah, for the most part, I guess, 'cept for the bruised ribs."

Tori smacked Juan on the back of his head, "What were you doing getting slammed through an apartment floor?"

"I didn't mean to get slammed through an apartment floor, it's just one of those things that happens when a town's overrun by monsters."

"Excuses, excuses, so what are we going to do now?"

"Well, come on outside we have to get the car started." They ran outside, found the car, hopped in, took the keys out of his pocket, and turned it on. He honked at Claire. She ran over. Tori, took out her gun, pointed it at Juan, and asked him, "Who is that?"

"I'm Claire, I didn't want to be here but a guy named Nathan came up to me in Bellville and told me about all this..."

"Oh, Nathan I knew it was his fault somehow," said Tori.

"Hey, maybe we oughta let Nathan defend himself," said Juan.

"Remember who has the gun pointed at him right now?" Exclaimed Tori.

"Hey, Juan," said Claire, "I didn't know you could hot wire a..." she saw the keys in the ignition, and looked at Juan.

"You know, it's much easier to turn the key, don't you think?"

Claire got in the back seat, and Juan drove to the police station. As they arrived, Claire said, "I hope nothing else happens."

"What else could happen?" asked Juan.

As they walked in, an alarm was sounding. A female computer voice was saying, "Warning. Level four alert. Project Y2M has escaped."

"Me and my biiiiiiiiiiiiiiig mouth," said Juan.

* * *

"Run!" shouted Macy. Nathan, Sherry, and Macy started running. After about twenty minutes of running and hiding from guards, they heard a moaning.

"I thought that the virus was in the water supply?" whispered Macy.

"Me too, lass. But we donnea have time ta wonder about it. We still need ta find the comm. Room."

"Where is it?" asked Sherry.

"I donea know," said Nathan. They wandered around for another twenty minutes, with Nathan making comments of "I didnea know the stupid station was this large."

Finally, Nathan stopped at a door, and kicked it open. They went in. There was a group of zombies attacking a guard. Macy raised her gun, and started shooting. However, the zombies refused to die.

"The head, Macy," said Sherry, "aim for the head!"

Macy raised her gun a little higher, and blew off the zombie's heads. They ran over to the guy. He slowly got to his feet, shaking his head.

"Hey, thanks. My name is Wade. You saved my life, so I owe you one. I was guarding the weapons room. Hold on a sec."

Wade pulled a card out of his pocket, went over to a computer, typed some stuff in, and zipped the card through a reader. A door opened.

"Here."

They walked in.

"Me sword! All right!"

He knew it was his because it had his name carved on them. Nathan took the sword, and tied it around his waist. He grabbed a random shotgun, and found some shells. He put the shells in his inside jacket pocket. He looked around, and found a stick of dynamite, and a lighter, He put those in his other inside pocket.

Macy found a .44 magnum and some clips. She found a side pack to hold them in. Sherry found her 9mm and some bullets.

"Hey," said Wade, "aren't you the guy who drank the water?"

"Aye. How'd ye know?" Said Nathan.

"Your face is blistering." Nathan stuck his hand to his face, and found sevral large blisters. He cringed as, they caused pain to the touch.

"Well, here," said Wade, throwing something to Nathan, "this is a power amplifier. It'll amplify the genetic enhancements caused to your system by the B-virus by twenty to twenty five percent. It was designed for someone who was infected. Someone who isn't can't take the neurological shock. That's why no one's been using it."

All the power enhancer was a pair of gloves and a pair of ankle bracelets connected to a small control box by a couple of wires. Nathan put on the gloves and the ankle bracelets, and clipped the box to his pants. He turned it on.

Suddenly, they heard a thudding sound. Wade pulled out a .357, Nathan stood in a tea kwon do ready stance , and Macy and Sherry raised their guns. Five pumped up hunters burst through the wall. Nathan wailed, and spin kicked ones head off. Wade shot another one, and blew off it's head. Macy and Sherry did the same. Soon, all the hunters were dead.

Nathan untied his sword from around his waist, and walked over to Sherry.

"Here, lass. This sword protected me grandfather in WWII, me dad in Vietnam, me, here, and now, I want ye ta have it."

"Really? But, why?"

"Maybe it'll protect ye."

Sherry took the sword, but paused and looked at Nathan curiously.

"Nathan, are you ok?"

"Aye, lass. Why?"

"Your face is peeling."

Nathan felt his face, and discovered a large piece of inflamed skin hanging off. He winced as he pulled it off.

"It's ta be expected," said Wade. "from what I know of the virus, it'll get a little worse before it gets better. But don't worry. It wont affect the way you look much. After about a week, your skin'll stop peeling."

Sherry simply tied the sword around her waist.

Suddenly, they heard a loud rumble. A big, white hand with huge talons crashed up from the ground. A huge, white arm followed the hand. A seven-foot tall, white guy followed the arm. He had no skin on his chest. Through his ribs, they could see his vital organs.

Wade raised his gun. The tyrant slashed him, and left huge gashes in Wade's chest. The tyrant then slashed at Nathan. Nathan jumped to the side, but his jacket now had a piece missing off the side.

Macy and Sherry started firing. Unfortunately, they didn't seem to be doing much good.

"Hey, Irish," said a weakened voice. Nathan turned to the direction that it was coming from.

"Wade?"

"Here," Wade said, tossing a rocket launcher to Nathan, "use this."

"Thanks. Hey, baldy!"

The tyrant turned towards Nathan.

"No one rips me jacket an' gets away with it!"

He fired the rocket. It blew the tyrant up. Nathan tossed the now empty rocket launcher to the side, and ran over to Wade. He checked Wade's pulse.

"He's dead," said Nathan, as he slung his shotgun around. He pointed it at Wade's head.

"He acted too bravely to turn inta a zombie. He deserves better."

Nathan shot Wade's head.

"Come on. I think I know where the comm. room is."

* * *

"Sir!"

"What is it now!?!?"

"They got the tyrant and the hunters."

"What!?!?!?"

The colonel slammed his hand into a computer console. The console started sparking. A female voice said;

"Level 3 alert. Project Y2M is opening. Level 3 alert. Project Y2M is opening."

"Project Y2M, sir?" said the lackey.

"We made two tyrants. The one we like to call the B-tyrant is the stronger, faster, better one. However, we couldn't control it. It just likes to kill. We should have destroyed it, but we stupidly thought that we might be able to find a way to control it."

"Level 4 alert. Project Y2M has escaped

Repeat, level four alert. Project Y2M has escaped."

The Colonel got a scared look on his face.

"Come on, we need to get to a helicopter, and get out of here."

They ran into the helicopter bay, and got into the helicopter.

"Get us out of here!"

"Yes, sir!"

The helicopter started up, and they flew off.

"Uh, sir," said the lackey, after a minute or so, "there seems to be a problem with the chopper."

"Is it a big one?" "Uh, I'd say so," said the lackey, as the helicopter hit the ground. Suddenly, from the wreckage popped a huge purple, taloned hand, holding a trident. A huge, muscular figure jumped out, and ran towards the police station. And in the distance, a parachuting figure could be seen.

* * *

"Level 4 alert. Project Y2M has escaped. ."

"What!?!" said Macy.

"What ever the world thinks it's doin' ta me," said Nathan, "I would like it, please, ta stop. Just stop! Right now!"

"Come on," said Sherry, "we need to go,"

"Yer right."

They continued running, and finally got to the comm. room.

Nathan picked up the radio.

"Well?" said Macy.

"Well, we found the radio but it will nea help very much."

"Why not!?!?"

"It's broken," said Nathan, in a matter of fact voice that made Macy want to hit him. She did, and then said, "Well, fix it!"

Nathan fished around in his inside pockets. He pulled out a small screwdriver, and a small pair of pliers.

"How much can that jacket carry?" Sherry asked Macy.

"I think it has an infinite amount of space."

Nathan started trying to fix the radio.

* * *

"Hey, Juan," said Claire, "do you know where the comm. room is? I bet Nathan, Macy, and Sherry are in there."

"Not really. But I bet that map may help."

"What map?"

"The one on the wall."

"Oh."

Claire went over and looked at the map.

"Follow me."

Claire started running, and Juan followed, wondering if Claire was actually a blonde. Tori whispered to Juan, "Now I know ya'll aren't doing anything. She wouldn't know what to do with one if it poked her in the ass. Then Juan looked oddly at Tori, and asked "Really, Tori. And you do know what to do with one?" Tori pulled her gun out and said, "I've got a gun."

Juan pulled his weapon out, "I have a shotgun."

"Oh, let's just go."

"O.K."

They ran upstairs, and down hall. They heard Nathan screaming. They ran with more urgency. They got to the comm. room. They saw Nathan hitting the radio with a screwdriver, shouting in what appeared to be Gaelic. Macy and Sherry were standing near.

"What are you doing?" asked Claire. "That's not a hammer."

"One," said Nathan, "anything, when need be, can be a hammer, and two, the blasted thing will nea work!"

"Nathan, what happened to your face?!" said Juan.

"Remember the dude said that me face would peel, and stuff? Well, there it is."

"Oh, ok. Well, fix the raido."

"I'm tryin'!" replied Nathan.

"You might as well not try," said an ominous voice, "because my orders are to make sure ya'll don't leave, ALIVE." They all turned towards the voice and saw a shadowy figure. The figure stepped out of the shadows. He was an incredibly muscular FIU agent, with a shotgun in each hand. He had padding on his shoulders so the shotgun would not dislocate them.

"Not another one," said Claire whipping out her grenade launcher.

All of a sudden, they heard a rumble. A trident burst through the floor and ripped off the FIU agent's legs. He fell screaming through the newly made hole in the floor. body parts began to fly through the hole.

Suddenly a purple talon hand grasped the top of the floor. Out jumped a humungous 7-ft. monster. It was purple covered with what looked and smelled like rotting flesh. It had tubes connecting from its head to his lower back . He had a long segmented tail that ended in a sickle like appendage. In one hand, he held a trident; in the other was the severed head of the soldier.

"Uhh, thanks... whoever you are," said Tori.

"First, I am not 'whoever you are' I am the B-tyrant. Second, do not thank me I kill for the mere pleasure of watching my victims writhe in pain. And I will kill you slowly and painfully starting with the one in the goofy jacket."

"Look who- I mean, B-tyrant, I don't want to fight I just want to get out of here alive with me friends."

"Nathan," said Macy, "shut up. Fix the radio. I'll take care of this."

Macy emptied her gun into the B-tyrant, to no avail. While the B-tyrant stood there and laughed, Macy jumped, and roundhoused him in the face.

"Not bad, young lady. Try this, tho."

With a swing of his tail, Macy flew across the room, blood now pouring from her chest. His tail then swung up, and broke a part of the ceiling, which broke, and fell on Sherry, who was trying to sneak up on him.

She cried out in a mixture of surprise and pain, and fainted.

"That's it ye purple Teletubby," said Nathan, pulling out his shotgun. "Ye just checked yerself inta the smack down hotel."

"Man," said Juan, " he must be ticked. He just called that thing a Teletubby."

The B-tyrant threw aside the head he was holding. "If you think that will help you any go ahead fire away."

Boom, chi-chik, Boom, chi-chik, Boom, chi-chik, click, click. And the B-tyrant stood his ground. Nathan ran at the B-tyrant and tried to use the shotgun as a club. The shotgun broke.

"Maybe we should help him or somethin'," said Claire.

"Look, have we drunken any B-virus, Nooo; do we have some power enhancer thing, Nooo; do we have the brains of an ameba, Nooo. We are staying smartly and safely away from that 'cause we would die in half a second," exclaimed Juan.

The B-tyrant thrusted at Nathan with his trident. Nathan ducked, grabbed the trident, and flipped the B-tyrant over. Still holding the trident the B-tyrant swung Nathan around and slammed his back into the wall. Nathan shook his head, stood up, and started charging towards the B-tyrant. The B-tyrant swung his tail around, ripped off Nathan's jacket, wrapped his tail around Nathan, and proceeded to squeeze the life out of him. By this time, Sherry had managed to regain consciousness.

"Nathan, catch!" Yelled Sherry, tossing him his rapier. Nathan caught it and sliced off the B-tyrant's tail causing the B-tyrant to yell in pain.

"So," said Nathan pulling the tail off of him, "Ye can feel pain."

The B-tyrant charged towards Nathan trying to thrust his trident into Nathan's gut. Nathan spun blocking the trident with his sword, and jumped on the B-tyrant's back. Nathan bit on the tube connecting to one of the B-tyrant's shoulders, and ripped it off. Nathan jumped off his back and said, "Mmmm, Beefy." The B-tyrant thrust at Nathan again. Nathan parried with his sword, and tried a downward slash. The B-tyrant caught the sword in the spoke of his trident, and punched Nathan in the gut. Nathan bent over in pain, and began to cough up blood. The B-tyrant simply laughed. As Nathan bent over the B-tyrant kneed him in the face, causing Nathan to fall on his back. Blood poured out of his obviously broken nose. His eye was now swelled, and Nathan was gasping for breath. The B-tyrant walked and stood over Nathan and pointed his trident to Nathan's neck and said, "That hurt!!!"

Through the pain, Nathan knew that he couldn't give up. He was the only person who had a chance against this thing. If he didn't stop it, then they would all die. And to be this close to getting out alive, well, Nathan couldn't allow that. He suddenly smiled.

"Thed I'be got ode ting ta ask ye," said Nathan, "Eber beed Loerada Bobbit-ized?" With that, Nathan brought his sword straight up between the B-tyrant's legs.

"Oh that's gotta hurt," said Juan, as the B-tyrant pulled out the sword and broke it. The B-tyrant turned and threw the trident at Juan. Juan quickly turned sideways causing the trident to catch him between the spokes and pin him against the wall.

Nathan who was still lying down under the B-tyrant grabbed the B-tyrant's legs and pulled, causing the B-tyrant to fall on his back. Nathan stood up, but so did the B-tyrant.

Nathan back-fisted the B-tyrant in the jaw. The B-tyrant side kicked him in the face. Nathan grabbed the B-tyrant's head, and tornado D.D.T'd him.

Meanwhile, Tori had been searching through Nathan's jacket pocket. She found the stick of dynamite and the lighter. She lit the dynamite, and said,

"Hey, Nathan!"

Nathan turned towards her. She threw the stick of dynamite to him, and said, "They check in..."

Nathan grabbed it. He shoved it down the B-tyrant's ribs as he was getting up, and ran. The B-tyrant looked down at his chest.

"FUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!" It cried, as the explosion occurred and its body parts flew everywhere.

"But they donnea check out."

Juan called, "Hey, guys, I'd like to get out now."

"Juan," said Tori, "you look great as wallpaper, maybe you ought to stay there; and as for you, Nathan, you were supposed to hold on to the stick of dynamite not shove it down the B-tyrant's ribs."

"Sorry," said Nathan, "I tought de hole poidt ob dis was to live.If I had dowd it wadn't, I would habe gived up after de stud gud."

All this time Claire had been working on the radio, "Guys, I fixed the radio. Some guys should be coming to quarantine this place and get our butts out of here."

"Hey, guys," said Juan, "I'd still like to get out." Epilogue

Everyone was excited to finally have gotten out of that horrible place.

"Whew, I'm glad that I got out of that place," exclaimed Macy, wincing slightly while holding her newly cleaned and bandaged wound.

"You're dot the odly ode," replied Nathan, "but I just waded to get out of Sealy."

"Shoot," said Juan, "I'm just glad we're going to a place to get these ribs fixed."

"Who said anything about getting your ribs fixed," said Tori.

"Funny, fuuunny."

"Ah, you know I'm kidding," said Tori, giving him a kiss on the cheek

"I just hope that's the last we see or hear 'bout that stupid virus!" said Claire

But unseen in a dark corner was a rat eating a piece of white flesh.

THE END?